I am Jinshan Youxia

crack?

Zhang Chengyi first adjusted his strength back to normal, then raised his hand and brought it close to his eyes. He could vaguely see crisscrossing cracks on it, revealing dark brown flesh grooves inside. He touched his arms, cheeks, and chest, and sure enough, his whole body was covered in them.

What are the underlying principles behind physical deterioration?

He pondered that this unprecedented negative state seemed to be a bit more severe than he had imagined.

Constantly monitoring the status bar and data bar, he quickly noticed that his body's "deterioration level" was rapidly increasing.

"Look at me, and tell me immediately what happened."

Zhang Chengyi didn't rush to reduce the level of decay to zero, but instead asked a question.

Long Yi answered softly, "Mm."

The two stayed there for half an hour, and the two zombies in the doghouse not far away quieted down.

“The cracks in your body are healing,” Long Yi suddenly said.

"Squeak~" The zombies became restless again upon hearing the sound.

Zhang Chengyi grinned, revealing an extremely terrifying smile, as he looked at the data showing that the [Deterioration Level] had risen to one.

It seems that every piece of data is useful.

He looked at the back of his hand, adjusted the level of decay to two, and without Long Yi's prompting, he could see the cracks on the back of his hand healing at a visible speed.

What is decay?

Putrefaction is the destruction of the body due to the growth of microorganisms, but why does putrefaction repair the body?

Zhang Chengyi didn't understand it, but he didn't plan to dwell on it any longer. As long as it worked, why bother with so much about Shishan code?

He thought for a moment, and seeing that the skin had healed and the grayish-white color seemed to have deepened, turning into an iron-blue color, he stood up and said, "Are you hungry? I'll take you out to get something to eat."

While we're at it, let's also bring back a few test samples.

Having figured out the three data points—strength, speed, and degree of decay—the remaining one, infection ability, can be guessed from its literal meaning, but it would be best to find a few test subjects to test it out.

Anyway, he remembered that in the comics, when the apocalypse came, there was all sorts of scum everywhere.

Even if he doesn't encounter any scum, he can still capture a few rotten people from the Patriotic Society, or even just run into the main characters, and use them as test subjects.

"Yes," Long Yi said respectfully.

Zhang Chengyi slapped his forehead and said, "Find me a coat, a hat, a scarf, and sunglasses."

He looks like a zombie to others now; his skin has almost turned a bluish-gray. He should take some measures to conceal it.

He had cleared out all the zombies in the vicinity, and even those trapped inside the house were not spared. He wasn't worried at all about Long Yi being in any danger while searching for things on his own.

Hearing the little devil hurriedly return to the house, Zhang Chengyi stepped forward to the two zombies he had been raising. Perhaps due to the increased degree of decay, he could vaguely sense that these two zombies were harmless.

The desire to explore is rising!

Chapter 65 Experiment

"Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!"

Zhang Chengyi and Long Yi had just left the residential area and were walking towards the nearby supermarket when a series of booming sounds came from afar.

"They're from the local biker gang."

Long Yi, holding a packing box from the supermarket, said in a low voice.

Hey! Old man!

The lead rider, a red-haired man with a mohawk, shouted loudly, deliberately rode ahead, and revved the engine hard, spraying exhaust fumes.

"Hahahaha!"

The others immediately laughed too.

"Cough cough cough~" Long Yi coughed a few times, covering his mouth and nose with his hand, waiting for the 'man' next to him to react.

"Is he blind?"

"He's blind, isn't he?"

"It's a miracle that blind people still live in such a world."

"That box that the child is carrying, is it from the supermarket? How despicable, they actually stole things from our supermarket."

The bikers didn't intend to leave; instead, they rode their motorcycles around the two of them, one big and one small, in circles.

The roar of the motorcycle had already attracted more than a dozen zombies to approach. The red-haired mohawk rider grinned maliciously and swung the iron chain in his hand toward Zhang Chengyi.

"laugh!"

The sound of the iron chain breaking through the air was very clear.

"Tsk, no matter where you are, thugs are all the same and annoying."

Zhang Chengyi leaned back slightly, his hand precisely gripping the iron chain, his feet in a lunge stance, and pulled hard.

"Bang! Crack~Screech..." The motorcycle and the person fell to the ground together, and after a brief dragging, a series of motorcycles were knocked over.

Everything was just right, not too much and not too little.

Do you understand the value of six months of special training in the martial arts world? With a large number of masters providing training and instruction, he is really not weak in hand-to-hand combat. Zombie bodies have no sense of pain and are very strong. He even added points to his strength to level four. Not to mention pulling a motorcycle, he can even lift a motorcycle like a yo-yo.

"Ouch~"

Some of the bikers were unconscious, while others were groaning as they were pinned under the car.

Zhang Chengyi stepped forward, randomly picked two that were still relatively intact, chained them up, then abandoned the other bikers who were about to be surrounded by zombies and turned to walk back.

Long Yi, carrying the packing box, glanced at the biker gang members screaming in pain and quickly chased after them.

"Ahhh!"

After being dragged along by the chains for a distance, both bikers regained consciousness and let out violent screams.

Zhang Chengyi ignored them and walked slowly towards the base. He led Long Yi around twice, waiting for a test subject to take the bait. Now that he had it, how could he be soft-hearted?

Long Yi followed closely behind him, feeling somewhat cruel, but after witnessing his grandfather commit suicide by shooting himself and watching zombies being tortured in various ways all day, he quickly got used to being dragged along by the two of them.

Zhang Chengyi wasn't fast, and the zombies weren't fast either. Even at sixteen times the speed, it wasn't much, let alone the fact that he hadn't increased his speed much and was just walking, not running.

The two bikers quickly adapted to being dragged by the chains, staggered to their feet, and were forced to follow behind. They wanted to shout and curse, but nearby zombies were attracted by the dragging sound. The two of them had a strong will to survive. When they couldn't pull the chains apart, they simply ran forward to try to attack the person holding them.

"Boom!"

Without turning his head, Zhang Chengyi pulled and tugged at the iron chain in his hand, and the two of them rolled on the ground like gourds.

This thing is really useful; it's sturdy and has many uses.

He pulled a billiard ball from his pocket, aimed it at the zombies approaching after hearing the noise, and tossed it.

"Bang!" The zombie's head wasn't the one blown off; its upper body was completely blasted apart.

Four times the strength, kid.

However, zombies do seem to have rather fragile bodies.

Zhang Chengyi was thinking, his feet didn't stop, and the two bikers didn't have time to think about what was going on with him. The zombies behind them were almost catching up, and they scrambled to keep up.

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After dinner.

"Pfft~"

Zhang Chengyi disemboweled a zombie, and Long Yi, who was standing next to him, gagged for a while but couldn't vomit anything more. He then described the situation inside the zombie in a hoarse voice.

The internal organs looked like frozen pig liver that had been stored for a while; they were very dark in color, and the blood was very viscous and dark red.

But this zombie only mutated during the day, and its insides turned out like this in just half a day.

The dissection was still being carried out in Ryuichi's young and hoarse voice.

This child does seem to have been toughened up; from watching zombies being tortured and killed to watching them being dissected, he is still able to organize his thoughts and describe it as best he can.

They are definitely worth nurturing.

Their physical structure seems to be quite similar to that of people in the world of Tianlong.

Based on Long Yi's description and his own observations while wearing gloves, Zhang Chengyi came to a conclusion and then wondered: since their body structures are similar, could they practice martial arts?

It seems unlikely. Meridians and such don't actually exist. If you can't cultivate internal strength or true qi, most martial arts techniques are meaningless.

In the martial arts world of the Jin school, there are very few purely external skills that lead to mastery. Most of them are developed from the outside in, just like the skill manual in the Nine Yang Manual: "I have enough true qi in one breath."

He can't cultivate true qi; the martial arts he currently possesses are merely agricultural skills.

Let's explore the clever uses of data.

Zhang Chengyi shook his head, buried the dismembered body parts, and got up to walk towards the two biker gang members who were tied up on the other side of the yard.

The blue-haired biker had been knocked unconscious after a fierce resistance, while the yellow-haired biker had just witnessed an autopsy and was in extremely poor mental condition. When he saw him approaching, he opened his mouth to call out, but no sound came out.

He was so terrified that he lost his voice.

Zhang Chengyi pulled Lan Mao aside, tied him up, adjusted his own infection ability to zero, and bit Lan Mao's arm.

"Pooh!"

He felt a sense of comfort, but he felt nauseous and spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva. Then he opened a bottle of water and rinsed his mouth.

The zombies seemed to have pretty good teeth; one bite and the flesh was easily pierced through.

"Ah!" Blue Hair woke up in pain, saw the blood-covered killer standing in front of him, screamed again and fainted.

Long Yi stood not far away, leaning against the wall, watching with some confusion.

Does this guy want to eat people too?

Zhang Chengyi adjusted his infection ability to 0.1, which is about one-tenth of his initial infection ability. He walked to the blond-haired man's side, ignored the guy's desperate struggle, and took a bite.

Sure enough, no matter how many times I bite into it, it still feels disgusting.

He checked the chains binding the two bikers again to make sure they wouldn't break free, then glanced at the other zombie who had quieted down after having his ears covered, and said, "Go to sleep. Lock the door, get up early tomorrow, and remember to wait for me to knock before you come out."

Long Yi nodded silently, then turned and went upstairs.

Zhang Chengyi stood alone under the courtyard lamplight, looking up at the blurry, gloomy night. In his mind, images from the Highschool of the Dead anime and manga flashed by.