?70: Chapter 63 Don’t Let the Zombie Eat Your Brain 70: Chapter 63 Don’t Let the Zombie Eat Your Brain Actually, no one really saw clearly what had just happened, because everything had occurred too swiftly and suddenly.

    In their view, the zombie charged forward, the old scholar gave a slight smile, and the zombie grappled the old scholar’s hand with its own falling head.

    And then?

    The zombie just dropped dead, and that was the end of that.

    Watching as the old scholar tossed the zombie’s head into the air like a ball, Guo Lingyun, who had initially wanted to rush to the rescue, ended up aggressively inhaling his tea to settle his startled heart.

    No, how could this old man be so strong?

    “As the Libationer of Beiliang City’s Imperial Academy, it’s quite reasonable for me to practice the Great Strength Vajra Palm.”

    The old scholar kicked the zombie’s head onto a shelf and then amiably said to everyone, “In Beiliang University, everyone practices martial arts; this is our educational philosophy.”

    “Oh, I see.”

    Lord Qianhu suddenly realized and exclaimed in admiration, “Strengthening the body can facilitate better learning, and practicing martial arts can also protect the country.

    One should not abandon martial arts for literature, as cultivating oneself is also about cultivating the spirit.

    I’ve learned something new, indeed.”

    “No.”

    Waving his hand, the old scholar calmly stated, “In the Imperial Academy, you can’t survive without fighting.”

    “What?”

    “Alright, let’s get back to the matter at hand.”

    The image of the tireless teacher began to crumble, evolving towards being tireless in ruin.

    However, the old scholar didn’t care at all; he glanced at Zhou Li and asked, “What’s wrong with this foreigner?”

    Zhou Li looked toward Dave, who laid on the ground studying a clove of damaged garlic, sighed, and replied, “He just didn’t understand a principle.”

    Without further explanation, Zhou Li walked forward, crouched down, patted the devastated foreigner, and said:

    “Foreign plants can’t beat local zombies, it’s normal.”

    “But…”

    Lifting his head, Dave frowned, his eyes shimmering with tears, “Why do your zombies avoid the nut wall here?

    Why aren’t your zombies afraid of garlic?”

    At this, Zhou Li fell silent.

    He already understood what was going on but found it hard to explain to Dave at the moment.

    Based on Zhou Li’s observations, Dave had treated Chinese zombies the same as foreign ones.

    Foreign zombies are often the result of genetic mutations or disease, turning into indefatigable monsters that live by consuming flesh and blood.

    They lack consciousness and act purely on instinct.

    But Chinese zombies are different; Chinese zombies are because the last breath of resentment doesn’t dissipate, combined with evil spirits taking possession, eventually co-existing with the “Corpse Spirit,” becoming an evil being that is undead, indestructible, and outside the cycle of reincarnation.

    Thus, Chinese zombies are intelligent, have an understanding of three-dimensional space, can distinguish left from right, and are not picky eaters; they don’t fear garlic.

    The one just now was an exception; he might have had sensitive taste buds.

    “Sigh.”

    Zhou Li sighed, really not wanting to rattle off a string of English, so he succinctly explained:

    “Do you believe if this old man says he’s going to twist off your head if you utter another word?”

    “I believe.”

    Dave immediately fell silent, stood at attention, and presented himself in a foolishly numb and dazed manner, swaying slightly.

    Seeing Dave become so sensible, Zhou Li turned to the old scholar, who looked kind and benevolent, and said:

    “He’s upset his plants were useless, so he submits to you.”

    “Is this foreigner really that humble?”

    Scratching his head, the old scholar looked at the corpse emitting a pale blue light at his feet and said:

    “Don’t you wonder how this zombie appeared?”

    When they heard the old scholar’s question, everyone was stunned.

    At that moment, they all remembered that the zombie had appeared without any warning, as if it had just popped up behind Hou Jue, eerie and bizarre.

    “Hou Jue, did you give birth to it?”

    Guo Lingyun looked at Hou Jue, furrowing his brows and asked, “Are you hiding zombies?”

    “I went to the restroom, not the Chaos Burial Mounds.”

    Hou Jue weakly tugged at the corner of his mouth and then said in bewilderment, “But I don’t know why this zombie appeared behind me.”

    At that moment, Li Kuan, who had been silent until now, slowly opened his eyes and hesitantly said:

    “If I may interject, I was actually sitting next to Young Master Hou at the time.

    When the zombie appeared, it seemed to me that Young Master Hou was full of fear and panic; could it have something to do with that?”

    “Right, right, right.”

    Hou Jue suddenly remembered that after seeing Dave’s smile, he thought of the Doom-shroom, and from there, he recalled seeing a zombie spitting, and then that weird sense of fear spread through his heart again.

    After that, the zombie appeared!

    Immediately, Hou Jue rushed to explain everything that had happened to the others.

    After listening to Hou Jue’s story, the old scholar fell silent, narrowed his eyes slightly, and seemed to have thought of something.

    For a long time, the old scholar picked up his teacup, while Zhou Li, playing the part of a dedicated lackey, promptly poured him a cup of tea.

    After taking a sip of the clear tea, the old scholar asked slowly:

    “Hou Jue, tell me, what was the skin color of the monk-like zombie you saw?”

    “Greenish-black.”

    Hou Jue answered truthfully.

    “Hmm…

    no wonder.”

    The old scholar gently placed the teacup aside, his eyes showing a flicker of thoughtfulness as he murmured, “It seems the zombie you encountered is no ordinary creature.”

    “Is there something special about greenish-black skin?”

    Zhou Li asked spontaneously, “Does it pick cotton faster?

    Or does it mean it can get full from eating watermelons?”

    “Cut out those Kunlun Slave jokes.”

    The old scholar scolded Zhou Li irritably, before turning to Hou Jue to ask, “When you encountered the zombie, did you find it seemed to be devouring a corpse?”

    Hou Jue froze for a moment, then after a brief moment of thought, he nodded and said:

    “What the old scholar says is true, after the zombie left, I went over to have a look and found that it had been gnawing on a corpse.

    The corpse was so mangled it was unrecognizable, and I couldn’t identify it, so I burned the body and buried it in a simple mound.”

    “To prevent it from rising again, good job.”

    The elder nodded and continued:

    “Ordinary zombies feed on humans, only absorbing the brain and essence, not bothering with the useless flesh and blood.

    You say this zombie’s skin was greenish-black, yet it was consuming flesh and bone…”

    After a brief pause, the elder seemed to have a realization.

    He picked up his teacup, furrowed his brow, and slowly asked: Sёar?h the Novel?ire(.)ne*t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

    “When you saw that creature, were its hands and feet ice-cold, its body strengthless?

    Were you afraid?”

    “Yes.”

    Hou Jue nodded and stubbornly said, “But it was not fear, just that my mind went blank at that moment, and my whole body felt like it was frozen, with numb limbs, completely immobile, but I truly wasn’t scared.”

    “Right, not fear.”

    Guo Lingyun burst into laughter when he heard Hou Jue’s defiance, “It’s emotion, so emotional that you pissed yourself.”

    “Guo Lingyun!

    I am no longer with Jinyiwei, and yet you dare to mock me!”

    Hou Jue became furious and slammed his hand down on the table, standing up.

    “I am Fifth Rank.”

    Guo Lingyun raised five fingers, speaking nonchalantly, “You are Fourth Rank.”

    “Just one rank difference and you think you’re capable, how can you…”

    Mid-sentence, Hou Jue suddenly realized that he was in the old scholar’s home, and such rudeness was highly disrespectful.

    He quickly turned to apologize to the old scholar, then saw that the old scholar, seemingly entertained, was whispering something to Zhou Li.

    “I bet a silver tael that Hou Jue can’t beat Guo Lingyun.”

    “You might as well rob me directly, what’s the bet for?”

    “So, should I really rob you?”

    “I’ll have Tang Wan kneel down for you.”

    “Cough cough.”

    After realizing that the others were looking at them, the old man gave a slight cough, then turned to Hou Jue, and said seriously:

    “Greenish-black skin, devouring flesh, and you’ve also burned it with fire, right?”

    “That’s right.”

    Guo Lingyun nodded beside him, and said, “After we killed the Demon Monk, we chopped off its head and burned the body.

    We did this ourselves, there can be no mistake.”

    “Just as I thought.”

    At these words, the old scholar sighed deeply, set the teacup aside, and addressed Li Kuan, Guo Lingyun, and Lord Qianhu, “Director Li, please summon the Government Officials, notify the Defense Army to seal the city walls again, and set up outposts.”

    “Little Guo, Lord Qianhu, I ask you to gather the Jinyiwei in the city and conduct a covert search, wary of outsiders.”

    “Zhou Li, go and tell your friends from Night Unclaimed, it’s time for action.”

    After saying this, the old scholar casually untied Tang Wan’s ropes, allowing her to fall freely to the ground like a dead fish.

    His expression was no longer as relaxed and indifferent as before, replaced now by a rare solemnity.

    “Gentlemen, we are in trouble.”

    “The zombie outbreak is spreading…”