Mythology Returns! Starting with Folklore and Strange Tales

Chapter 114 A year of hard study, what makes you think you can stop me?

But even this simple vision was ruthlessly shattered by evil people.

They ripped off its roof, broke its bed, and weren't going to let it off the hook either.

They're going to wipe them out! Where did this vicious guy come from?!

Zombies are monsters born from the lingering resentment of their deceased state, nurtured by the earth's energy. They resent the heavens, the earth, and all living beings; how could they possibly endure such injustice?

When it gets angry or enraged, its not-so-intelligent brain comes up with a solution.

If it can't get rid of these disturbing and irritating fogs, how can it not get rid of the robbers targeting it?

As for the sun... we can't worry about that now.

At worst, it would kill the evil spirits and return to the earth. After the sun sets at night, it would go out early to forage for food. This time, it didn't plan to go to the mountains and fields to look for wild dogs and those who were about to die. It thought that the nearby village was full of blood and energy and was a good place to recuperate.

As the drought demon hopped and leaped, its two claws, each with sharp nails, scratched incessantly at the earthen walls above its head, tearing off large clods of soil with each strike. The soil in a drought year is already dry and loose; even with just one's bare hands, one could easily dig a large pit, let alone a powerful zombie like the drought demon.

In just a minute or two, the cracked ground suddenly collapsed, creating a large pit.

With an angry roar, a gaunt, dark figure suddenly leaped out from the ground.

Although I was already mentally prepared.

But when the drought demon suddenly appeared, the villagers in the distance were still startled!

A monster dressed in a traditional Chinese robe and burial shroud, its body covered in a layer of fine green down, roared to the sky. In its open mouth were two sharp canine teeth as thick as a finger, and on its raised claws were two-inch-long, jet-black, shiny nails that sent chills down one's spine.

This is a zombie!

As a type of evil that only emerged in the late Ming and early Qing dynasties, most of the related records only took shape during the late Qing period.

The book "Zi Bu Yu" classifies zombies into eight levels: purple zombie, white zombie, green zombie, hairy zombie, flying zombie, wandering zombie, lying zombie, and uncorrupted bone.

While it's said to progress step by step, the style recorded in the ancient books plummets from the moment the corpse begins to wander. Compared to the various secondary creations that followed, Zhang Wei believes another explanation more: starting with the corpse, the next three should be descriptions of skeleton spirits.

In other ancient books, zombies can eventually transform into fierce beasts like the Roar after a thousand years of cultivation. Legend has it that the Roar, like the Golden-Winged Roc, likes to feed on dragons.

According to legend, Guanyin Bodhisattva's mount was a golden-haired lion.

Hmm... The demons that appeared during the Qing Dynasty advanced through each level, eventually becoming incorruptible bones and cultivating for another thousand years to become roars. The time from the Qing Dynasty to Zhang Wei's era was only a little over four hundred years. Even if we include the end of the Ming Dynasty, it would only be about five hundred years before a monster nearly two thousand years old was born.

Just like the Five Immortals, they were originally alien beings who borrowed humans to cultivate into demon immortals. However, with the help of various stories, they became omnipotent regional gods who governed the area beyond the Great Wall in later generations. In some ways, they could even be compared to sea goddesses like Mazu.

Well... the more insecure a person is about something, the more they like to brag.

But as long as they're happy!

Having overcome the initial panic, and with Zhang Wei standing in the sky to bolster their courage, the villagers began to watch with great interest these spirits that they could only occasionally learn about through hearsay.

This drought demon is indeed as terrifying and grotesque as the zombies in the story.

But the thing in front of me... looking at its tufts of green feathers scattered here and there, like a bald chicken, and its squeaking and squawking under the sun, actually lessened the fear a bit and added a touch of humor.

At this moment, the roar gradually weakened, and the emaciated, ape-like monster sniffed the air with its nose.

With its keen sense of smell, the drought demon fixed its pale, stone-like eyes, which were of little use, on Zhang Wei.

When enemies meet, their eyes are filled with intense hatred!

But the prerequisite for being envious is that it can get its hands on Zhang Wei.

With a vertical drop of nearly 200 meters, it couldn't even smell the other's foot odor, let alone seek revenge.

At this moment, under the scorching sun, watching the Drought Demon roar in anger because it couldn't touch him, he wasn't surprised by the Blood Fiend's lethality against this zombie.

Firstly, Zhang Wei wanted to see what a real zombie looked like before he was ready to kill it. Secondly, the green fur on the drought demon was the essence of its resentment and corpse evil, and also a rare and valuable tonic for blood evil.

It was understandable that he didn't kill it outright, but looking at the zombie jumping around in a panic, Zhang Wei felt only a little regret.

It's a pity, why isn't it red hair?

The next moment, the blood demon beside him transformed into a whirlwind, propelling Zhang Wei straight to the ground.

The drought demon, which had been roaring helplessly on the ground and was about to give up, suddenly saw Zhang Wei flying towards it. In its excitement, it raised its sharp claws, which were covered with years of old mud, ready to wait for the enemy to catch it.

next moment.

An irresistible force descended from the sky, snapping the jet-black fingernails in two, and breaking the two hand bones, harder than metal, inch by inch all the way to the shoulder blades. The remaining force even had enough power to kick the drought demon in the face. The body, which had been condensed into corpse demon and weighed three to five hundred pounds, skipped across the uneven yellow earth like a small pebble.

In the blink of an eye, the drought demon disappeared from the villagers' sight, accompanied by billowing dust.

In a pit more than 100 meters away.

With arms as limp as noodles, a single canine tooth broken off his gaunt face, and slight hollows from the bridge of his nose to his forehead, Drought Demon was thrashing about helplessly like a fish that had just come ashore.

Having already stated that he would be testing what he had learned, how could Zhang Wei possibly hold back?

Although this kick was just a combination of his own strength and his extraordinary talent, even the pre-master disguised as an old Taoist had to use his skills to strike him. At the same time, he seemed to be cursing at the patriarch, but he never confronted Zhang Wei head-on.

You, a Qing Dynasty zombie, what gives you the right to take this kick!

"Hiss~ then~ hiss"

After being struck on the forehead, the drought demon, who had been blinded by resentment, finally came to its senses.

It made faint sucking sounds, but the corpse kept digging in the crater it had created.

"Now you're thinking of running away? Why didn't you do this sooner?"

A chilling voice sounded from behind, causing the drought demon, who was busy fleeing, to freeze.

It had just managed to prop itself up from the ground with its steel-like body, and before it could even run away, it heard a series of cracking sounds behind it.

Immediately afterwards, a pair of hands radiating a strong blue-white light grabbed its head from behind.