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

"The cultural troupe... the troupe leader?"

The Snow Maiden's fingers, gripping the jade flute, turned white from excessive force. Her cold and beautiful face displayed an expression like cracked porcelain, a mixture of astonishment, shame, and a raging fury at being treated like an actress.

Who is she?

She was once a renowned dancer of the Zhao state, a peerless assassin whose song "Yangchun Baixue" could bring tears to the eyes of even the most hardened hearts, and one of the leaders of the Mohist school! Even the King of Yan back then had to wait respectfully if he wanted to see her dance.

But now, this Qin Dynasty sorcerer, reeking of corpses, is trying to recruit her to play music for a group of zombies who don't even have brains, using a tone as if he were picking out cabbages at a market.

Also, do you want meals and accommodation included? And five social insurances and one housing fund?

"Absurd! Shameless! Vulgar!"

The Snow Woman trembled with rage, her teeth almost drawing blood from her lower lip. The confusion in her eyes was instantly replaced by a resolute killing intent, and a surge of cold energy emanated from her, causing the falling snowflakes to freeze into ice spikes.

"Su Ming, you evil Taoist, today I will use this jade flute to scatter your soul!"

"Flying Swallow on the Waves - Killing Formation!"

With a delicate shout, the Snow Maiden swayed, leaving several white afterimages in mid-air. She didn't charge directly, but instead treaded on the void, as if dancing on the clouds.

With each rotation, the jade flute in his hand would emit a sharp whistling sound.

"Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle!"

Countless visible white sound waves transformed into wind blades as thin as cicada wings, sweeping towards Su Ming with overwhelming force. These sonic blades were extremely insidious; they could not only cut through flesh but also contained extremely cold internal energy, freezing the blood instantly upon entering the body.

"Imperial Advisor, dodge quickly! This is a full-screen attack!"

Gongshu Chou was so frightened that he covered his head and ran away, crawling directly under the remains of the dismantled Azure Dragon mechanical beast, with only his eyes showing as he trembled.

However, Su Ming, who was at the center of the storm, didn't even budge an inch.

He calmly pulled out a pair of sunglasses (anti-flash goggles) from his pocket, put them on, and then put his hands in his pockets, letting the sonic blades, powerful enough to cut through gold and jade, slash at him.

"Jingle bells—"

A series of rapid, crisp sounds, like raindrops hitting banana leaves, rang out.

The snow woman's pupils suddenly contracted.

She was horrified to discover that her indestructible sonic wind blades, the moment they touched Su Ming's body, seemed to have struck an invisible, gelatinous wall.

The black robe Su Ming was wearing emitted a faint glow—it was a high-tech explosion-proof suit treated with a [nanoscale corpse skin coating]. It could withstand not only sonic waves, but even being hit by a grenade at close range without any damage.

"That's it?"

Su Ming patted non-existent dust off his shoulder, looked through his sunglasses at the slightly panting Snow Woman in mid-air, shook his head, and spoke with that maddeningly rational analysis typical of science and engineering men:

"The power is good, and the frequency is quite high, around 2000 Hz. But girl, your attack method is too one-dimensional, it's all physical cutting, without even a little armor penetration. Thumbs down."

"you……"

The Snow Woman felt a tightness in her chest, and almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

Unconvinced, she raised the jade flute again, intending to forcefully activate her inner strength to unleash the forbidden technique, only to find that the man who had been more than ten meters away had somehow appeared in front of her like a ghost!

too fast!

So fast that there wasn't even a afterimage!

"Give it to me!"

Su Ming's large hand reached out without any fancy moves and grabbed the jade flute in the Snow Maiden's hand.

The Snow Maiden was shocked and instinctively tried to use her strength to shake it off, but she found that the other party's palm was like an iron clamp. No matter how much she urged her inner strength, the jade flute seemed to be rooted in the other party's hand and did not move at all.

"Let go!" the Snow Woman shouted in shame and anger.

"Don't be so stingy, let me take a look."

With a slight exertion, Su Ming snatched the jade flute away with a "snap." Immediately afterwards, he took a step forward, and his imposing hand gripped the snow maiden's slender wrist.

"Let me go! You lecher!"

The Snow Woman panicked and turned her other hand into a knife, slashing fiercely at Su Ming's throat.

"Smack."

Su Ming casually blocked her hand strike, then pressed her wrists together and firmly against a tall stone pillar nearby.

The two were in an extremely ambiguous position at this moment.

Su Ming was practically pressed against the Snow Maiden, his nose almost touching hers. The Snow Maiden could even smell the unique scent emanating from him, a mixture of dragon energy, medicinal aroma, and male hormones. This instantly threw the usually chaste and icy beauty into a panic, her cheeks flushing bright red.

"What...what do you want to do?!"

The Snow Maiden's voice trembled, and a hint of fear finally appeared in her eyes, "If you dare to do anything to me... Brother Gao Jianli will not let you off!"

"What are you thinking about? Your mind is full of lewd nonsense."

Su Ming rolled his eyes, but his gaze was as clear as if he were looking at an experimental data sheet. He didn't do anything out of line, but instead freed one hand and placed it very carefully below the Snow Woman's collarbone—the location of her lungs.

"Don't move, I'm feeling your resonance."

Su Ming closed his eyes and gently tapped her chest with his fingers. "I noticed it just now. When you played 'Yangchun Baixue,' the flow of your internal energy was very unique. It didn't just flow straight through your meridians; instead, it formed a spiral-shaped sound wave field."

"This force field is a lethal sonic wave to living people, but to zombies..."

Su Ming suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze flashing with fanaticism:

"It's simply the perfect 'drain cleaner'!"

"Did you know that while zombies are physically powerful, the 'corpse energy' within them often accumulates in their joints and brainstem, causing stiffness and slow reactions? It's like a clogged sewer, severely impacting their combat effectiveness!"

"but!"

Su Ming gestured excitedly, spitting almost onto the Snow Maiden's face, "That piece of music you just played, that high-frequency vibration, was perfect for dispersing the accumulated corpse energy! It's like giving the zombie a deep ultrasound therapy! So clear! So incredibly clear!"

Snow Woman: "..."

She stared blankly at the man in front of her, who was spitting as he spoke, completely frozen in a daze.

What is he saying?

Sewer? Ultrasound? Physical therapy?

He compared his unparalleled musical martial arts, which he had painstakingly practiced for over a decade, to... something that unclogs sewers?

An unprecedented sense of absurdity and humiliation instantly brought tears to Xue Nu's eyes. She would rather Su Ming be a pervert who directly assaulted her than suffer this kind of humiliation and degrading attack from an "academic level"!

"A scholar can be killed but not humiliated!"

The Snow Woman screamed in grief and rage, "Su Ming! Kill me! I will never be your zombie's... therapist!"

After saying that, she gritted her teeth and tried to reverse her meridians to sever her heart meridian and die.

"Want to die? Did you even ask me?"

Su Ming snorted coldly, reacting even faster than her.

He released the Snow Woman's wrist with his right hand and swiftly pulled a silver metal syringe from his sleeve, the tip of which gleamed with a ghostly blue light.

"Pfft!"

The needle was precisely inserted into the carotid artery on the side of the snow woman's neck.

"A potent anesthetic, knocks you out in three seconds," Su Ming said calmly. "Don't even mention you, even an elephant would be asleep for three days after getting one."

"you……"

The Snow Woman felt a chill on her neck, followed by an irresistible wave of drowsiness. The inner energy she had just gathered instantly dissipated, and the world before her eyes began to spin and blur.

With her last glance, she saw Su Ming's smug face and those words that would haunt her until she died:

"Don't be so resistant, it's just a job, nothing shameful. Besides, the benefits here are really good..."

"thump."

The snow woman's body went limp, and she completely lost consciousness, collapsing softly into Su Ming's arms.

"Done."

Su Ming scooped up the Snow Maiden and hoisted the world-renowned beauty onto his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, casually tucking the jade flute into his belt.

"Old loser! Stop hiding, come out and defend yourself!"

Su Ming shouted towards the ruins, then whistled and carried his spoils toward the alchemy room. "I'll work overtime tonight, give this commander a 'pre-employment physical,' and while I'm at it, research the principle of that sonic resonance..."

He was in a good mood.

With the Snow Woman as his "human tuner," his zombie army can say goodbye to stiff, mechanical dancing and move into the era of flexible square dancing!

however.

Just as he was carrying the Snow Maiden, humming a little tune, and turning around a palace wall, preparing to cross the Imperial Garden back to the side hall...

A tall, cold, and metallic figure blocked his path like a wall.

Under the moonlight, the man had disheveled hair and wore tattered white clothes stained with blood.

What's most striking is his legs.

Those were no longer flesh and blood, but two mechanical prosthetics made of rough bronze gears, connecting rods and unknown animal bones!

Because it wasn't fully adjusted yet, the two prosthetic limbs occasionally emitted a "buzzing" electrical sound, and wisps of white smoke rose from the knees.

"Su...Ming..."

The man slowly raised his head, revealing a face as pale as paper, yet as ferocious as a ghost.

He stared intently at the unconscious woman with cascading silver hair on Su Ming's shoulder, his eyes instantly bloodshot, and a blood-curdling roar escaped his throat:

"Put down the Snow Woman!!!"

Su Ming paused, looking at the man in front of him whom he had captured a couple of days ago and forcibly subjected to "limb amputation and reconstruction surgery," and raised an eyebrow:

"Hey, isn't this Gao Jianli? He can walk so quickly already?"

"Looks like... the 'Wind and Fire Wheels' prosthetic limbs I replaced for you are breaking in quite well?"