Chapter 002: The Ancient Bronze Ring of Corpse Manipulation

Just as he had climbed up to the beam, he heard the sound of the wall collapsing. The blacksmith barged in as if no one were around, then walked straight ahead without turning. As he approached the opposite wall, he leaned against it and charged out.

The soldier, having lost his saber, could no longer withstand the blacksmith's fury. In a moment of carelessness, he found himself with both hands around his neck, and even Wang Fo'er, who was at a considerable distance, could hear the cracking sound of bones. The thought of witnessing the scene of his neck being brutally torn apart sent chills down Wang Fo'er's spine

With a crack, the blacksmith seemed to have several ribs forcibly broken by the soldier's palm strike, yet he refused to let go, tightening his grip even more.

Quietly approaching the door, Wang Fo'er looked around but saw nothing unusual. Just as he was about to return inside for another short nap, he was suddenly drenched in cold sweat. Glancing over the spot where the blacksmith and the soldier had lain dead, he found it completely empty, not even a single hair remained.

With a loud crash, the soldier's saber was knocked away by the blacksmith's powerful swing. Although he was skilled in martial arts, he was no match for the suddenly transformed, immensely strong man with a body of iron and bones of copper.

The various forms of atheism in my memory have completely vanished at this moment. Reflecting on the experiences of the past three days in this world, Wang Fo'er could only mutter to himself: "Impossible, how can there be ghosts in this world? I must have watched too much Van Helsing... Bah! I haven't even seen Van Helsing, I've only watched Pirates of the Caribbean"

Is it possible that there are still zombies in this world

What kind of trick is this? Is it a strategy of feigned capture?

Observing the other person staggering with great difficulty, their eyes unexpectedly glimmering with a faint green light, Wang Fo'er dared not utter a single word to summon them, nor ask the mundane questions such as "Have you eaten? Good evening..." Turning around, they retreated into the house, looking around in a flurry, seeking a place to hide.

Damn it! I actually encountered a madman with a corpse-controlling copper ring. I still have to... At that critical moment of life and death, the chaotic soldier suddenly radiated a blue light all over his body, and with a swift motion, he struck the blacksmith's chest and the * book * mouth with a powerful palm.

Wang Fo'er widened his eyes, shocked and unable to believe the fight between the two men

It must be said that he is indeed very bold, yet after all, there are countless new spirits in this village. Although the sky outside has not yet turned completely dark, there is already a faintly ominous atmosphere.

Isn't that the soldier who died

It is unknown what kind of miraculous abilities this body possesses. After struggling for a while, Wang Fo'er felt that the pain in his back gradually eased. When the pot of something resembling a pumpkin was cooked thoroughly, he took some bowls and chopsticks and ate nearly half of it from the stove. The hunger in his belly was extinguished, and he immediately felt drowsy, leaning against the stove and falling into a deep sleep.

Wang Fo'er was unaware whether the blacksmith was alive or dead, and why his behavior was so strange. As he raised his hand to scratch his head, he forgot that he was under the beam of the house. In raising his hand, he accidentally broke the tiles above him, causing him to shake his hand in pain

However, this also gave him an idea. Wang Fo'er leaned forward, extending his head through the broken roof tiles, and discovered that the blacksmith had not gone far. This position was quite advantageous, allowing him to see the blacksmith as he destroyed the houses along the way, which had formed a semicircle. It seemed that the blacksmith was determined to create a full moon of fifteen.

The more one fears, the more it seems one encounters misfortune. From a courtyard to the east, strange sounds suddenly emerged, followed by a loud crash as the door was smashed into a pile of splintered wood. A completely black figure slowly entered Wang Fo'er's line of sight

He emerged from the crisis of having died and come back to life. He kicked the lifeless body lying beside him to confirm whether the person was truly dead and without breath. Was there still hope? Fortunately, Wang Fo'er had once drawn anatomical diagrams of corpses for a few months to make a living while attending medical school, so he was able to suppress the spasms in his stomach and avoid vomiting.

Once again, a muffled sound echoed, and Wang Fo'er looked around. In the direction from which the sound came, there was a mud wall blocking the view. At that moment, he certainly did not have the courage to climb up and take a look.

From a high vantage point, the place where the initial sounds originated was precisely where the disordered soldiers were, moving in a strange manner, as if they were actually practicing martial arts.

I have arrived at a bizarre world through https://m.hetushu.com. How is it that I casually encounter a fight that escalates to such intensity? The blacksmith moves like lightning; with a mere wave of his hand, he collapses a wall, and yet, despite his intestines spilling out, he remains alive. It is truly strange!

Mother, it is truly dead. It seems I have really been reborn in some damned era! For now, I must first find a way to fill my stomach before making any plans!

What a damn disgrace! What kind of world is this? I just saw that soldier unleash a green aura, and I thought he could turn the tide, but in the end, they both suffered heavy losses. It seems they perished together.

In his sleep, Wang Fo'er was returning home, embracing a beautiful girl he had just met, when he was suddenly jolted awake by the dull thud of a heavy object falling to the ground. Rubbing his eyes and about to scold someone, he suddenly realized that there were no living beings left in the village; from where could that sound have come?

Enduring the excruciating pain in his back, Wang Fo'er cursed under his breath, not knowing which deity he was cursing. He burrowed into a relatively decent house in the village, rummaged around, and found about ten items resembling gourds. He then searched for a pot and stove to cook them haphazardly.

The soldier struck fiercely with a flurry of blows, yet he could not shake the blacksmith's body. Gradually, his movements slowed, becoming weak and feeble. With a sound reminiscent of grinding teeth, a bone snapped, and his head drooped limply, clearly lifeless. ... Meanwhile, the blacksmith also seemed to have lost all his strength, and the two remained entangled together, motionless ...

Isn't this the blacksmith? Why does he seem... not like a living person?

The two individuals over there, who are tightly entwined, are someone he does not dare to approach; in case they were to rise from the dead, he believes he would have no means to deal with it.

He has not yet found a hiding place, and the blacksmith has already walked straight towards this direction. Upon encountering the wall, he did not hesitate or change his course; he simply leaned against it and forcefully collapsed the wall's support.

Wang Fo'er's hair was all frizzed up. In a moment of desperation, he suddenly looked up and noticed that the beam was quite high. He scanned the surroundings and saw a bundle of straw ropes in the corner of the room. He hurried over, shook them out, and threw them onto the beam. After they caught on, he alternated his arms and quickly climbed up.

Ugh! Ugh! Ugh ... ...