Chapter 003: One Should Not Be Too Novel in Conduct

Wang Fo'er remembered that yesterday he had heard a soldier from the chaotic army shout something about a copper ring for handling corpses. Unconsciously, he had some thoughts, and with a casual turn of his hand, he stuffed it into his bosom

Wang Fo'er glanced at the blade, first letting out a silly chuckle, but then his entire body went cold as blood froze in his veins. He turned to look back, and the deceased blacksmith along with the chaotic soldiers stood not far away, their four lifeless eyes fixed on him unwaveringly

Startled by the actions of the chaotic soldiers, Wang Fo'er suddenly sprang up and ran over ten meters, only to realize that it was merely a false alarm. This time, the two major zombies showed no desire to pursue him at all

In the original world, he lived a rather ordinary life as a university student at an art academy. However, in contrast to the current extraordinary chaos, Wang Fo'er reminisced about the days when he could see beautiful women on the streets at any time, and he suddenly felt how wonderful that life was

After waiting for a moment, Wang Fo'er could no longer contain her curiosity. Having just escaped in a frantic dash without being pursued, she felt a surge of confidence.

He fell to the ground, and at that moment, a layer of bottom line in Wang Fo'er's heart was brutally shattered. Although he had already sensed that something was amiss, it was only at this moment that he truly confirmed it. The transformation of the blacksmith and the corpses of the chaotic soldiers just now was not some strange phenomenon yet to be discovered by science, but rather a genuine mysterious sorcery.

From the side, a living person can be seen to have three heads

It was unclear how he managed to endure until dawn. Wang Fo'er originally thought that, according to the traditional Chinese beliefs he remembered, these undead beings should be wary of sunlight and would seek a coffin board to sleep on. This would also provide him an opportunity to escape.

Continuing like this is not a solution

The deceased soldiers moved with each strike and stance practiced in a slow and rigid manner. Wang Fo'er observed for a while and noticed that a faint bluish light gradually emanated from the bodies of the dead soldiers. As the chaotic soldiers, who had perished during the day, raised their hands and made their moves under the starlight of the night, there was indeed a haunting aura about them

What kind of damned world have I come to, where such unfortunate events and - illustrations - occur... My greatest hope now is that... the beauties of this world must not be as ugly as those in the Qing Dynasty's harem...

Recalling the words of the Poet Sage Du Fu, "The beacon fires illuminate the night, corpses lie in disarray," the chill behind Wang Fo'er is relentless, causing the scalp to tingle.

A wave of sorrow surged forth, causing Wang Fo'er to finally let the tears she had been holding back for several days flow freely.

Since this object is called the Corpse Controlling Copper Ring, it must be used to control these two major corpse soldiers

Upon reflection, Wang Fo'er brandished a military saber that was slightly taller than himself, yet it felt unwieldy in his hands. He ultimately rested it on his shoulder and slowly made his way back. He noticed that the blacksmith and the chaotic soldiers paid him no mind. It was then that he mustered the courage to pick up the bronze ring again.

"The copper ring for controlling corpses! Is that thing really used to manipulate dead bodies?"

As he navigated around several houses and was about to emerge from the village, he happened to see the military knife that had been flung away by the blacksmith at the village entrance. He let out a bitter laugh, picked it up, and thought to himself: "Now I am already a five or six-year-old child, unable to even grip the handle properly!"

This ancient bronze ring, gleaming brightly, has faint traces of blood that seem to flow slowly upon its surface. Wang Fo'er stared at it for a long time, unable to comprehend what kind of magic it possessed. The moment this object entered his hand, the blacksmith and the chaotic soldiers came to a halt, standing still. This confirmed Wang Fo'er's thoughts in his mind

Finding that the blacksmith and the chaotic soldiers showed no other unusual movements, Wang Fo'er finally felt at ease to examine the antique copper ring. He was originally a person of great courage; otherwise, he would not have dared to confront that group of robbers back then. Now, with two formidable zombies flanking him, he remained unperturbed.

After squatting on the beam for an entire night and enduring a belly full of cold wind, Wang Fo'er was already exhausted. Seizing the moment when the blacksmith had just passed below, he slowly jumped down to the ground, intending to avoid the two large zombies and seek refuge outside the village. After walking just a few steps, he kicked something with his foot. Picking it up, he found it somewhat familiar; it was the ancient bronze ring that the blacksmith had in his hand. He wondered when it had fallen here.

Ah!

However, the blazing sun hung high in the sky, and neither the blacksmith nor the chaotic soldiers showed any signs of discouragement. One had already become familiar with the large circle, having encountered no obstacles ahead. The other had practiced a set of boxing techniques repeatedly over a hundred times, to the extent that Wang Fo'er had memorized them.

If I had other choices... my minimum requirement is to not see dead people every day! At the very least, it would suffice if I didn't have to see fresh corpses daily. I can still endure just the old ones...

"At worst, I can just throw it away and run; they won't come after me."

Wang Fo'er gasped for breath and suddenly realized that the blacksmith and the chaotic soldiers were clearly dead, with not a single breath left. The fact that they could still move must undoubtedly be related to this bronze ring

What is the purpose of this thing

If you are doing this for that, then hurry up and grab it, don't come after me

After the bronze ring was thrown, Wang Fo'er suddenly could no longer hear the footsteps behind him. He ran a hundred meters before daring to look back. He discovered that the blacksmith's corpse had somehow started to spin around, while the chaotic soldiers continued to punch in a disciplined manner.

Wang Fo'er reflected on the history textbooks he had studied, yet he could not find any era that bore resemblance to this chaotic time. This sword, which should serve as a powerful piece of evidence, measures about one meter and twenty to thirty centimeters in length. Its blade is exceptionally sharp; although it has severed numerous heads, it only bears two or three small chips the size of yellow beans, showcasing a quality of steel unparalleled throughout history and across cultures.

Wang Fo'er was short and had short legs, and his strength was not impressive. After running for more than ten miles, he still heard the leisurely footsteps behind him. Suddenly recalling something, he took out the ancient bronze ring from his pocket and threw it with all his might.

Mother Asia

After looking back and forth for a long time, Wang Fo'er finally vaguely discovered that there were two bloodstains on this ancient bronze ring, which seemed unusual. He reached out to touch one of the stains and suddenly felt a wave of confusion, a thought stirring in his mind. The deceased soldier from the chaotic army suddenly took a step back, raised both hands, and delivered a powerful punch into the air, producing a resounding sound.

How can this world be so bizarre

Why is this thing still interested in living people? My body is still too small; you won't be able to eat much and be full...

Wang Fo'er let out a tragic scream and fled in a panic, with a series of thuds behind him. Two large zombies immediately followed suit.