Zombie Life Begins in Hongxi Village

Lin Yi closed her eyes and sensed the changes inside her body.

The TV series says that the power of zombies comes from things like yin energy, resentment, and corpse energy, but he can't sense any of these weird things at all.

All he could feel was one thing—blood.

The blood he inhaled flowed through his veins, each drop containing incredible energy.

This blood wasn't ordinary blood; after entering his body, it underwent some kind of transformation, turning into something more advanced, like fuel.

When he is still, the blood stays quietly in his veins, just like an ordinary person.

But when he wants to use his power, with just a thought, his blood will burst forth with powerful energy like gasoline being ignited.

Speed, strength, physical enhancement, and accelerated self-healing—all these superhuman abilities are driven by blood energy.

"I see." Lin Yi nodded thoughtfully.

He wasn't some old underground zombie who had cultivated for hundreds of years, nor was he an evil being born from resentment.

He is more like a new species whose physical structure has been modified, with blood as his energy core.

This setting is quite scientific—at least much more scientific than the yin energy or magical power he had previously imagined.

As for why the zombie form would leak out Yin Corpse Qi, he quickly figured it out by combining it with his own changes.

The problem lies in the soul.

The zombies of Jiang Chen's lineage are essentially half of the Pangu divine body that has been modified, half human and half god.

In layman's terms, among their three souls and seven spirits, the Heavenly Soul has been transformed into the Divine Soul, possessing the qualities of a god.

However, the remaining earth soul, human soul, and seven spirits remained in the mortal body and were not completely transformed.

A mortal soul and a divine body are incompatible, and a divine soul and a mortal body are also incompatible.

It's like putting a diesel tractor engine into a Bentley; naturally, it'll emit black smoke when you drive it.

In human form, it's fine. The bloodline isn't visible, and the mortal soul and body are perfectly matched, functioning normally without any problems.

However, once the power is activated and the body transforms into a zombie, with all bloodlines unlocked, the yin energy of the mortal soul will manifest independently because there is no matching mortal body.

It leaked out of the body like a ghost, and was sensed by those with a keen eye.

The impure energy of the mortal body will also leak out due to the incomplete soul, just like a living corpse, which can be detected by cultivators.

……

The lower the level of the Pangu zombie, the heavier the yin energy and corpse energy on its body.

Moreover, once too many killings occur, the resentment and malevolent energy within the body accumulate to a certain degree, and the remaining divinity can no longer be suppressed, potentially revealing one's identity even in human form.

"In other words, I'm currently a half-finished god," Lin Yi summarized. "Normally I'm a normal person, but when I transform, I become a god emanating yin energy."

That's quite a vivid description.

However, he was quite satisfied with his superpower.

Instantaneous spatial teleportation.

He had already sensed it when he was charging in and out of the military police parade ground; teleportation was as natural to him as breathing.

With just a little concentration, he could perceive the hidden patterns and nodes in the surrounding space—

Those things were invisible to the naked eye and intangible to the touch, but they were crystal clear in his mind.

The spatial patterns resemble a giant spider web, with each node representing a potential leap point.

He only needs to select a node with his mind, and his body will automatically pass through the spatial barrier and instantly appear at that location.

His newly awakened superpower was still quite unfamiliar, and he estimated that the farthest distance he could accurately jump was about five kilometers.

Going any further would cause it to get out of control; it might get lost in the spatial turbulence, or get stuck in some inexplicable place.

But as his understanding of space deepens, this distance will become farther and farther.

Theoretically speaking, if his superpowers are strong enough, he could even jump from one side of the Earth to the other.

"This was a good deal." Lin Yi nodded in satisfaction.

To be honest, he was a little panicked when he first transmigrated.

Being in an unfamiliar place, unable to speak the language, and living in a chaotic world where one could be killed by Japanese soldiers or bandits at any moment, anyone would panic.

But things are different now—with the physique of a second-generation zombie and the ability to teleport, even if he can't walk sideways anymore, he at least has the ability to protect himself.

Thinking about this, he suddenly felt much more relaxed.

Then he began to look around at the military police station in front of him.

More than forty mummified corpses lay scattered on the ground, and the air was filled with an indescribable stench.

The courtyard was as quiet as a graveyard. Occasionally, a gust of wind would blow by, swirling up scraps of paper and withered leaves on the ground.

He waited for a while.

The gunshots were so loud that the police and puppet troops stationed nearby should have heard them.

But after waiting for almost two minutes, there wasn't even a sound of footsteps outside.

It seems these puppet soldiers are all very cunning; not one of them is truly willing to risk their lives for the common people.

With such loud gunfire just now, those traitors are probably hiding in some corner pretending to be dead.

"Forget it, plenty of people will deal with them later."

Lin Yi clapped her hands and began to loot.

He first searched the officers' quarters.

The captain of the military police lived in the largest room, the door of which was ajar. Pushing it open, you were greeted by a stench of smoke and alcohol mixed together.

Inside the room was a wooden bed, a table, and a chair, with several wooden crates stacked in the corner.

Lin Yi didn't stand on ceremony at all, rummaging through each box one by one.

The first box contained military uniforms and documents, which were not very useful.

The second box contained canned goods and a few bottles of sake, which weren't very useful.

The third box was locked, but he easily broke the lock with a gentle twist of his finger—and when he opened it, his eyes lit up.

Inside, there was a neat stack of gold bars and silver dollars.

He counted them: ten large gold bars, each weighing about a pound; twenty-four small gold bars, each weighing about one or two ounces; and ten silver dollars, each worth fifty dollars.

There were also several stacks of Japanese yen and US dollars, as well as a large stack of military scrip next to it.

Military scrip was the kind of stuff the Japanese issued in the occupied territories; it was so hard you couldn't even wipe your butt with it, so he just threw it aside.

He only picked out a few large-denomination yen notes and put them in his pocket, throwing the rest away.

They put all the US dollars away; that stuff is always hard currency.

He put the gold bars and silver dollars into a briefcase next to the box, and then casually picked up a Swiss watch from the table.

The watch was gleaming silver, with a string of foreign words printed on the dial; it looked like it was worth a lot of money.

He then found two pistols in good condition in the corner, one a gun brand pistol and the other a Mauser C96 pistol, each with two boxes of ammunition next to it.

In chaotic times, guns can sometimes be more intimidating than a person's fangs.

He put his watch on his wrist, stuffed two guns into his pocket, picked up the box full of gold and silver, and walked out of the officers' quarters.

He went to other dormitories but didn't find any more gold. Instead, he found over a thousand silver dollars and over three thousand yen.

What pleased him most was that he found a new suit in one of the rooms.

Although the material was so-so, it fit perfectly. It must have belonged to a soldier from the puppet Manchukuo regime, whose daily clothes were too small for him to wear.

Before leaving, he glanced back at the courtyard one last time.

If these forty-odd mummies are discovered tomorrow morning, who knows what kind of rumors will spread.

He found the gasoline depot in the yard—several tin barrels piled up in the corner, and he could tell from the smell that they were gasoline.

He kicked over the buckets one by one, and gasoline gushed out all over the ground, spreading outwards along the gravel surface of the playground.

He went back inside and brought out the remaining buckets, emptying them all.

The whole yard smelled strongly of gasoline.

He carried the wooden box to the gate of the military police headquarters, glanced back, took out the matches he had found in his dormitory, struck them, and tossed them behind him.

With a loud bang, flames shot into the night sky.

Lin Yi didn't turn around. He carried the box, squatted down slightly, and, imitating the way the people of the motherland did, pushed off with his feet, transforming into a black shadow that shot into the sky.

The second-generation zombies can already fly.

His body passed through the night wind, through a thin layer of clouds, and flew over the county town.

The military police encampment beneath our feet had been transformed into a raging fireball, its orange flames illuminating half the sky.

A few figures ran out and looked around in the distance, but no one noticed the dark figure flying overhead carrying a box.

The wind whistled in my ears.

Lin Yi flew for about forty minutes and then saw a cluster of lights and cooking smoke in the distance. It was neither too big nor too small; it must be a town.

He descended and landed on a small hillside outside the town.

He placed the box at his feet and stood on the hillside, gazing towards the town.

The town is small, with about a hundred households, all with blue tiles and white walls. There is a stone-paved road leading into the town from the entrance.

Although it was already past nine o'clock at night, there were still a few places in town with lights on, and you could vaguely see people moving around.

At the entrance to the town stands a large gate with three large characters engraved on it.

Lin Yi glanced at it, then froze.

"Renjia Town?"