Zombie World: Starting as an apprentice of the Thunder King

Qian Dafu was startled and turned to run away.

Lin Bei slashed with his sword, leaving a deep sword mark on the ground in front of his feet: "Try running one more step."

Qian Dafu knelt down with a thud: "Great Master, spare me! Great Master, spare me! I didn't mean to!"

"Those people came with you on their own; it has nothing to do with me!"

"It's none of your business?"

Lin Bei squatted down. "Young Master Qian, you failed to buy foxes in town during the day, so you sent people to rob them at night."

"Even after being thrown out, they weren't giving up and sent people to follow them all the way..."

"The way you're acting doesn't seem like it's nothing to worry about."

Qian Dafu's expression was gloomy. He suddenly let out a roar, and his body began to swell and deform violently under the moonlight.

His transformation was more radical than that of the werewolves; his size more than doubled.

Its fur was dark gray, its eyes were blood red, and its fangs were exposed, giving it an aura that was even more ferocious than the werewolves before.

But as soon as he completed his transformation, Lin Bei gently slapped him on the chest, sending him flying.

After crashing into two trees, Qian Dafu, who had just transformed, reverted to his human form.

He coughed up mouthfuls of blood and stared at Lin Bei in terror.

"Tell me, where did you get this transformation ability?"

A glint of resentment flashed in Qian Dafu's eyes, but he forced himself to say, "Kill me! The Viscount will avenge me!"

Lin Bei nodded: "Fine, then go die."

He held the Demon-Slaying Sword in his hand, ready to strike.

"Wait... this script isn't right!"

Qian Dafu was so terrified that he soiled himself. "I'll talk! I'll talk! It's the church! The church in town!"

"The Viscount is right there!"

Lin Bei sheathed his sword and gave him a disdainful look: "Continue."

Qian Dafu swallowed hard, his voice trembling: "The Viscount came to town two years ago. He bit a few of us and made us help him develop his offspring..."

"Many people in the town were bitten by him and turned into wolf servants..."

"What level of cultivation do you mean by 'Viscount'?"

"I don't know either... Anyway, the Viscount bit me. After I turned into a werewolf, my strength was probably at the level of a baron."

"We've encountered a few cultivators before, but they were all weak; I could handle them!"

Are there any other werewolves?

"There are...and a dozen or so barons, about the same as me...all in the church."

After asking a few more questions and confirming that Qian Dafu had not concealed any further information, Lin Bei knocked him unconscious and tied him to a tree.

Then, taking Bai Ling with him, they turned and walked towards the town.

He didn't kill Qian Dafu because he had heard of werewolf legends in his previous life, and they seemed to have some kind of sense about their inferior status.

If he kills Qian Dafu, the count will immediately notice something is wrong, and alerting the enemy would be disastrous.

Back in town, Lin Bei located the church.

It was a gray-white building with a towering spire and its doors tightly shut.

He crept to the side of the church, silently climbed over the wall, and landed in the shadow of an old oak tree.

Bai Ling peeked out from his arms, listened intently for a while, and asked, "Master, are there many... people inside?"

"No, it's a werewolf."

Lin Bei's gaze pierced through the stained glass windows of the church, where he could see the shadowy figures inside.

Behind the altar in front of the church stood a foreigner dressed in a black robe.

He was speaking in broken Chinese: "...The glory of the Lord will descend upon this land...You will become the Lamb of the Lord..."

After listening for a while, Lin Bei sneered, "Using a church as a cover, this guy certainly knows how to pick a place."

After watching for a while, Lin Bei turned and left.

Qian Dafu didn't actually understand the true nature of the werewolves!

Based on tonight's investigation, there are far more werewolves inside than he claimed.

Lin Bei lay in wait in the town for three days.

For the next three days, he would sneak into the church every night to observe what was happening inside.

Three days later, in the evening, Lin Bei pushed open the church door and walked in.

There were dozens of people sitting in the church, mostly foreigners, but also a few locals.

They sat quietly on the bench, their heads slightly bowed, as if in devout prayer.

But the moment Lin Bei walked in, everyone's eyes turned to him at the same time, those eyes filled with a strange scrutiny and greed.

An elderly priest in a black robe emerged from a side door, a gentle smile on his face: "Young man, are you here for worship?"

The priest was about sixty years old, with gray hair, a kind face, and a gentle voice that put people at ease.

Lin Bei glanced at the layout of the church and then looked at the devout believers.

He flashed an innocent smile: "I was just passing by and thought I'd come in and take a look."

"Welcome, welcome."

The old priest came over and gestured for Lin Bei to sit down. "The Lord's temple is open to all."

"Young man, you don't seem to be from around here?"

"Where did you come from?"

Lin Bei sat down on the bench, and Bai Ling peeked out from his arms, looking around.

The old priest's gaze fell on Bai Ling, a strange light flashing in his eyes: "What a beautiful little fox, is it your pet, sir?"

"Yes, I've had it for several years."

The old priest smiled and sat down next to Lin Bei: "Young man, do you believe in beings that transcend the mortal realm?"

Lin Bei looked at him without saying a word.

The old priest continued, "I have lived in this church for many years and have seen many incredible things."

"The truth of this world is far beyond human comprehension."

"for example……"

He gestured towards Bai Ling with his lip, "You fox, you're no ordinary fox, are you?"

Lin Bei's gaze turned slightly cold: "The priest has good eyesight."

"hehe."

The old priest chuckled softly. "Young man, have you ever thought about joining us?"

"Join you?"

Lin Bei deliberately feigned a puzzled look. "Join the church?"

"No......"

The old priest lowered his voice even further, "Join a greater community."

"To gain greater power, a longer life, and to transcend the constraints of the mortal world."

Lin Bei stood up, looked around at the increasingly greedy believers in the church, and suddenly laughed.

"These days, werewolves are starting to believe in God? That's quite a leap for you guys!"

Upon hearing this, the atmosphere in the church suddenly froze.

Those believers who had been sitting quietly on the benches all raised their heads at the same time, their gazes turning cold.

The old priest's gentle smile slowly faded, replaced by a gloomy expression.

"Young man, how did you know that?"

"Your descendant named Qian Dafu talks too much," Lin Bei mocked.

The old priest dropped his pretense and said coldly, "Since you know what you shouldn't know, then stay here."

He suddenly threw his head back and let out a roar, and his body began to grow rapidly.

The black robe was torn open, revealing a massive body covered in dark gray mane, more than two people tall and almost twice as thick as the werewolf that Qian Dafu had transformed into.

The other dozens of people in the church also began to transform into beasts at the same time, with the sound of clothes being torn echoing everywhere. In an instant, the entire church became a werewolf's lair.