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

"Bai Qi's bones form the skeleton, and the tendons of a true dragon form the transmission..."

Su Ming was completely absorbed in the grand blueprint of "Qin Dynasty Gundam," his mouth practically watering. Gongshu Chou, standing beside him, was even more engrossed, his wrist cramping from writing so much, wishing he could rush into the imperial tomb and dig up the graves right then and there.

Just as these two "mad scientists," one old and one young, were going mad.

"Waaah—"

A mournful, plaintive sound of a flute, carrying a chilling aura, drifted across the sky above Youdu without warning.

The sound was extremely soft, yet it possessed an incredibly strong penetrating power.

The square, which had been filled with the smells of engine oil, blood, and burnt food, was instantly enveloped by the sound of the flute. Then, something astonishing happened.

Oh my god, it's snowing.

It wasn't ordinary snow; it was the kind of crystal-clear ice crystals, each flake with sharp edges.

"Um?"

Su Ming frowned and reached out to catch a falling snowflake.

"Sizzle."

A slight stinging sensation came from his fingertips. The snowflakes transformed into a sharp, cold gust of air the moment they touched his skin, attempting to penetrate his meridians.

"Built-in cooling effect? ​​This must cost a fortune."

Su Ming brushed the ice shards off his hands and looked up at the highest eaves of the main hall.

Beneath the pale, full moon, a solitary and peerless figure stood against the wind.

She wore a spotless white dress, her long silver hair dancing in the wind, like a fairy lost from the Moon Palace. She held a jade flute in her hand, and although her face was not visible, her icy aura that kept people at a distance could chill anyone to the bone.

Yan Kingdom, Snow Maiden.

That legendary woman who could make frost fall in June with her song "Yangchun Baixue".

"Another food delivery guy... oh no, a raw materials delivery guy?"

Su Ming wasn't alarmed. Instead, he crossed his arms with interest. "Yan Dan was just getting beaten to a pulp by my dog, and the reinforcements have already arrived? That's faster than my logistics system."

"Zheng—"

The sound of the flute suddenly changed.

The originally mournful melody instantly turned murderous. The snowflakes swirling in the sky seemed to hear the bugle call to charge, rapidly condensing in the air into countless transparent ice swords, their tips pointing directly at Su Ming's brow.

"Be careful, Imperial Advisor!"

Gongshu Chou shrank back in fright and quickly hid behind Su Ming. "This woman's sonic attack is incredibly strange; it can freeze a person's inner energy!"

"Stay calm."

Su Ming yawned, not even bothering to activate his corpse energy shield at full power. "I might have to dodge physical attacks, but I have resistance to these magical attacks."

The T-virus in his body had long since altered his nervous system beyond recognition; ordinary sound wave illusions were at best like surround sound to him.

however.

Just as Su Ming was about to enjoy the performance of this "Number One Dancer of Zhao", strange noises came from the surroundings.

"Clang!"

A crisp sound.

Then came the second sound, the third sound...

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

Su Ming turned his head in surprise.

Around the plaza, the low-level zombies who had been tirelessly moving the remains of the Azure Dragon and clearing the ruins suddenly stopped what they were doing.

The bricks and timber they were holding fell to the ground.

Originally, they were in a daze, only knowing how to execute simple commands, but now they seemed to be frozen in place, standing there like wooden chickens, their stiff necks slowly turning, their empty eye sockets staring intently at the white-clad woman playing the flute high above.

"What happened? Did it crash?"

Su Ming was taken aback and quickly checked the system panel. "I haven't lost connection. The signal is full."

The next second, an even stranger scene unfolded.

"Waaah..."

The zombie closest to Su Ming suddenly opened its already rotting mouth and let out a mournful cry that sounded like weeping.

Immediately afterwards, two streams of murky, foul-smelling bodily fluid flowed down from the corners of its withered eyes.

It cried.

Then came the second, the third...

Hundreds and thousands of zombies that were working suddenly broke through the defenses!

Some of them crouched on the ground, shivering and clutching their heads; some looked up at the sky and let out mournful howls; some even huddled together, rubbing their hard heads against each other, as if seeking comfort.

The originally desolate and murderous scene instantly transformed into a large-scale funeral.

The scene was both incredibly sinister and incredibly absurd.

Even the Snow Woman, who was standing on the dragon's head playing the flute, was dumbfounded.

The sound of the flute paused for a moment.

Looking down at the group of monsters crying their eyes out, a look of bewilderment appeared on her usually cold face for the first time.

Her novel, *Yangchun Baixue*, may have hallucinogenic and tear-jerking effects, but those are for living people!

Why are these walking corpses, who are clearly dead and have no heartbeat, crying? And crying so sadly?

This unscientific!

"This..." Gongshu Chou was dumbfounded. "Grand Preceptor, what kind of tactic is this? Could it be the legendary 'emotional appeal offensive'?"

"Don't make a sound, I'm looking at the data."

Su Ming's eyes, however, were frighteningly bright.

He rapidly navigated the system interface, lines of data scrolling wildly across his screen.

[Beep! Special sound frequency detected!]

[Sound wave frequency: 440Hz - 432Hz (sad wave band)]

[Target Response: A violent resonance occurs in the residual emotional area of ​​the brainstem of the low-level zombie puppet! Although the dopamine receptors are necrotic, the lacrimal gland nerves are strongly stimulated, triggering a conditioned reflex!]

"I understand!"

Su Ming slapped his thigh, almost jumping up in excitement, "This isn't ordinary sonic power! This is a 'brainstem resonance device'!"

"Although zombies lack consciousness, a trace of their instincts from their previous lives remains in their brainstem. The Snow Woman's music happened to be playing at that specific frequency, bypassing logical thinking and forcibly activating their 'sadness center'!"

"Genius! Absolutely a genius!"

Su Ming looked at the Snow Maiden high above with a gaze a hundred times more fervent than when he looked at Yan Dan earlier.

"I was just worried that these low-level zombies were too brainless and their emotions were too stable to unleash their potential. Now, here comes a ready-made 'emotion controller'!"

"As long as she plays music for the zombies every day, whether she wants them to go berserk or depressed, isn't it just a matter of changing the playlist?"

"This isn't an assassin, this is clearly the 'political commissar' of my Ming Qin army!"

Thinking of this, Su Ming could no longer suppress his excitement.

He straightened his collar, a signature "nuclear-kind" smile on his face that made people want to call the police, and strode to the center of the square, surrounded by a group of zombies crying their hearts out.

"Slap! Slap! Slap!"

As Su Ming clapped his hands, he looked up at the snow woman who was still bewildered in the wind and shouted:

"Great! Well done! So touching!"

"Girl, your music is absolutely amazing! It could even make the dead cry. You're a true 'soul singer'!"

Snow Woman: "..."

Her hand holding the jade flute trembled slightly as she looked at the man chatting and laughing among a group of zombies, and a sense of absurdity welled up within her.

Is this person... sick?

"Absolutely top-notch! Truly top-notch!"

Su Ming rubbed his hands together, his eyes fixed intently on the Snow Woman:

"Hey young lady, interested in switching jobs? I happen to be short of a 'head of the cultural troupe,' excellent benefits, five social insurances and one housing fund, meals and accommodation provided, and I'll even assign you a boyfriend (referring to Gao Jianli)!"