Qin Dynasty: They've all turned into zombies, what's there to fear about a rebellion?

Outside Xianyang City, on that crooked old tree at Shili Slope.

The deathly silence lasted for a full three seconds, followed by a chattering sound of teeth chattering.

The leader of the six spies was now clinging to a tree trunk like a frozen quail. The charcoal pencil he used to record military intelligence had long since fallen into some mouse hole.

Just now, he witnessed the winged black monster leave a white trail of air in its wake, and then, like a juggler, perform an incredible "Cobra maneuver" over Xianyang.

"Big...Big Brother..."

The deputy next to him tugged at his trouser leg, his voice trembling with tears, "The pen...the pen fell."

"What the hell! We're about to die, why would we care about a pen?!"

The spy chief snapped back to reality, slapping his deputy on the forehead, only to find his hand trembling uncontrollably. "This intelligence...this intelligence is unwriteable! Absolutely unwriteable!"

He looked at the half-written parchment scroll in his hand with despair.

The words written on it, crookedly, read: "Qin general Wang Jian, suspected of mutation..."

Mutation? Is this even worthy of being described as mutation?

"If we write 'The Qin people have grown wings and flown away,' will the Overlord think we're drunk and have us chopped down as a sacrifice to his flag?" The deputy looked utterly hopeless.

"Better to be killed than to be scared to death here!"

The leader gritted his teeth, shakily pulled out a spare charcoal pencil from his pocket, took a deep breath, and decided to bite the bullet and record this scene that was enough to shatter the worldview of the six-nation coalition.

However, the pen tip had barely touched the sheepskin.

"Buzz—"

A very subtle yet chilling vibration suddenly came from the air.

It was as if an unseen giant hand had gently plucked the strings of this world. The leaves began to move without wind, and the birds around seemed to sense some great terror, fluttering into flight. Even the ants under the trees were scurrying away in panic.

The scout leader's hand suddenly froze.

A chilling sensation, as if locked onto by a apex predator, instantly shot from his tailbone straight to the top of his head, making the hairs on his body stand on end.

He stiffly raised his head and looked in the direction of Xianyang City.

The small black dot that had been hovering high in the sky had somehow changed direction.

It didn't get bigger because it grew too fast.

It was so fast that the retina couldn't even capture its trajectory; all you could see was a white cloud of gas exploding in the air. Then, the sharp, ear-piercing sonic boom finally arrived, like a sword piercing your eardrum!

"run!!!"

The leader let out a piercing scream, and without even bothering to climb the tree, he let go and jumped down.

late.

"BOOM—!!!"

The black meteor, with its destructive force, crashed heavily onto the earthen slope less than fifty meters away from them.

The massive shockwave, carrying debris and dust, acted like a bulldozer, instantly uprooting the old, crooked tree!

The three scouts were like leaves in a storm; before they could even scream, they were thrown away by the blast and crashed heavily into the muddy ground more than ten meters away, dazed and confused, their mouths full of mud.

The dust and smoke dissipated.

A terrifying figure slowly rose from the deep pit.

Huge bone wings flapped slowly behind him, stirring up gusts of foul wind. Wang Jian's face, covered with bluish-black scales, was expressionless, except for his eyes, which burned with bloodlust, looking down at the three trembling ants.

"Is this... the perception of the Flying Yaksha?"

Wang Jian raised his hand, looked at his sharp, knife-like claws, and said in a hoarse, low voice, like a rusty gear turning, "Even from ten miles away, I can smell that nauseating... rat stench on you."

The three spies were completely paralyzed with fear.

They stared blankly at Wang Jian, who was suspended in mid-air, blocking out the sunlight.

This isn't a human being.

This is clearly a demon god that has stepped out of a myth!

"Spare...spare my life..."

The scout leader strained to squeeze out two broken syllables, his crotch already soaked.

Wang Jian tilted his head, and the bone wings on his back suddenly retracted. He fell like a meteorite, landing with a "thud" on the ground in front of the three of them.

The earth trembled violently, and cracks spread like a spider web to the scouts' feet.

"Spare me?"

Wang Jian grinned, revealing a set of gleaming white fangs. His smile was so ferocious it was a nightmare to witness. "Don't be afraid, I won't kill you. Killing you rats would only sully my newly evolved 'divine claws'."

He extended a finger and gently lifted the scout leader's chin, the sharp tip of his nail just a hair's breadth away from the man's Adam's apple.

"go back."

Wang Jian's voice was soft, yet carried an undeniable domineering tone: "Tell Xiang Yu everything you saw, exactly as it happened."

"Tell him to stop playing those childish tricks like lifting a tripod."

"This old man is waiting for him in heaven. Tell him to bring more men, preferably all the useless trash from the six kingdoms, otherwise... they won't even be enough to fill my teeth."

After saying that, Wang Jian suddenly flapped his wings.

The wind howled, and sand and stones flew everywhere.

In that suffocating wind pressure, Wang Jian's massive body soared into the sky once again, turning into a tiny black dot in the blink of an eye and disappearing in the direction of Xianyang City.

Only three scouts were left lying paralyzed in the mud pit, looking at each other, their faces filled with the fear and bewilderment of surviving a disaster.

"Big...Big Brother, should we...still report it?" the deputy asked, trembling.

"Report! We must report it!"

The scout leader sprang to his feet, ignoring the sheepskin scroll lying there, and took off running south, shouting in a tearful voice, "Run! Great Qin... there really are monsters in Great Qin!"

The three of them scrambled and stumbled, looking as pathetic as a pack of stray dogs, wishing their parents had given them two fewer legs.

Just as they rushed out of the woods in a panic, preparing to escape to the land of Chu.

On the official road outside Xianyang City, a solitary figure was walking towards you.

He was a swordsman dressed in coarse white cloth.

He carried an unremarkable wooden sword on his back, his face was stern, and his eyes were indifferent. In this chaotic world where everyone was in danger, he walked unhurriedly, each step as precise as if measured with a ruler.

The three spies were terrified and didn't even look where they were going, crashing straight into the road.

"Get out of the way! There's a monster!"

The scout leader roared and tried to push aside the person blocking his way.

However, just as his hand was about to touch the man in white.

The white-clad swordsman didn't even look up; he merely turned slightly to the side, his steps never faltering.

"brush."

A gentle breeze swept by.

The scout leader felt a blur before his eyes, then he stumbled and fell heavily into the dust, getting a mouthful of ash.

When he got up and looked back, the white-clad swordsman had already walked more than ten steps away, his back straight as a pine tree, as if everything that had just happened had nothing to do with him.

"Are you crazy?! Can't you watch where you're going?!"

The scout cursed, but dared not linger. He got up and continued his desperate run.

The white-clad swordsman stopped in his tracks.

He slowly turned his head, glanced at the three fleeing figures, and then looked up at the distant Xianyang City, where demonic energy filled the sky and resembled a demonic realm.

A slight ripple finally appeared in those indifferent eyes.

"Flying Yaksha... Corpse aura soars to the heavens..."

Gai Nie reached behind him and grasped the hilt of the wooden sword, his brows furrowing slightly as he muttered to himself:

"Junior brother, what kind of monster... have you raised in this city?"