Resurrected

"Mo-ge, Mo-ge, what's wrong?" Ma Cai called out softly, patting Chen Mo's body.

"Nothing!" Chen Mo swallowed, forcing down the unease in his heart.

Everything before him was truly horrifying, difficult to accept.

A person who had been killed more than half a year ago was now standing alive before him; such a thing completely defied common sense.

Although Chen Mo knew this world wasn't as simple as it appeared after encountering the gray fog, the scene before him was indeed too bizarre.

Chen Mo could confirm he absolutely hadn't mistaken the person; he remembered it clearly, this was the same person he and Zhao Yu had joined forces to kill.

Even if the person hadn't died from a stab wound back then, and had managed to survive in this lifeless Qing Province for over half a year through some unknown means.

There was still one thing that couldn't be explained: the person's eyes were still intact, undamaged.

There were only two possibilities for this situation: either the person possessed an ability to return from the dead, or they had some kind of super-fast recovery ability for their injuries.

The latter was likely impossible; if they had it, Chen Mo would have noticed it when he attacked them back then.

Therefore, it could only be the former.

"Fellow villager, do you still recognize me?" Chen Mo stepped forward, showing a smile, and called out from a distance.

"I haven't seen you. Do we know each other?" the person asked curiously, wiping drool from the corner of his mouth.

"How long have you been here? Why aren't you looking for a way to survive?" Chen Mo asked from afar, not rashly approaching.

He could perceive with extreme clarity the malice the person held towards him, the look of seeing him as food.

"Yes, why?" After hearing Chen Mo's words, he also fell into thought.

However, he didn't ponder for long before he stopped thinking about the question, his eyes filled with hunger as he eagerly ran towards Chen Mo.

It was just that his running speed was, at best, a brisk walk.

"Don't come any closer!" Ma Cai shouted loudly, gripping the weapon in his hand.

Although the person appeared to be an extremely emaciated disaster refugee, in the desolate Qing Province where all disaster refugees had either died or fled, his presence here was…

It seemed quite bizarre no matter how you looked at it.

Even if this person wasn't the bandit they were looking for, he certainly wouldn't be someone benevolent.

"Heh heh!" A strange, hoarse growl came from the person's throat, like a beast, not human.

The other personal guards also surrounded them, weapons in hand, while Chen Mo remained fully alert, staring intently at the person.

The person seemed very weak; when he and Zhao Yu had joined forces to kill him, he hadn't been very strong, just an ordinary disaster refugee.

But the fact that he could return from the dead and reappear before them already proved he was very strange.

So, if there was the slightest sign of something wrong, Chen Mo would not hesitate to flee.

He subtly took a step back, creating space for the other new recruits to act.

The person's strength was very low, and his movement speed was practically slow.

"Attack," Chen Mo said without hesitation.

Even if the person had returned from the dead now, he wanted to try killing him again to see if he would revive again.

He also wanted to see by what means the person had revived, and why he didn't recognize Chen Mo after reviving.

Ma Cai channeled strength throughout his body, and his spear thrust forward sharply.

The person indeed didn't seem like a bandit, but in this situation, if he didn't retreat after being yelled at and still attacked them, then he deserved to die.

"Chii!" Ma Cai, holding his spear, pierced through the person's chest and abdomen in one strike, and countless blood surged out along the spear tip.

The other new recruits also attacked, thrusting their weapons. They had practiced this move thousands of times in the new recruit camp, and now they executed it with fluid grace.

In just a few breaths, numerous bloody holes appeared on the person's body.

"Chii!" The new recruits simultaneously drew out their spears, and more flesh and blood splattered.

The person, covered in blood, gradually went limp, falling with unease and longing in his eyes.

Ma Cai's breathing was heavy, and his expression was complex, a mix of panic, nervousness, excitement, and anxiety.

Looking at the mangled internal organs on the ground, with the thick scent of blood filling their nostrils, they also felt waves of nausea.

However, this wasn't a major problem. The scene before them was indeed a bit brutal, but it wasn't entirely unacceptable to them; they had had opportunities to witness the beheading of condemned prisoners.

It would just take time to adapt and calm down, and they had plenty of time now. On the battlefield, that might not be the case.

On the battlefield, the situations they would encounter would be ten, even a hundred times more brutal than this.

If they couldn't adapt to this now, then there was no point in going to the battlefield.

Excitement, nervousness, and nausea were all fine now, but if they became too excited or nervous on the battlefield, it would not only cost them their own lives but also endanger many comrades.

A rout was like a mountain collapsing; if even one point in the formation had an issue, it would quickly expand.

Looking at the fallen disaster refugee, Chen Mo called for the others to bring the horse-drawn carriage, while he himself took a few steps back, observing the person from a distance.

Ma Cai and the others quickly brought the carriage over, and they each settled into the makeshift shelters to rest.

About a quarter of an hour later, the person who had collapsed on the ground slowly began to sit up. The blood and internal organs on the ground were still there, but his body was completely unharmed.

His eyes were filled with confusion as he stood up straight from the ground.

Although he had expected it, Chen Mo couldn't help but feel a shock when he actually saw the scene.

Ma Cai and several other new recruits turned pale, their bodies even trembling slightly.

The person they had just killed with their own hands was now standing alive and well in front of them. The impact of this was too great.

"Th-this..." one of the new recruits stammered, unable to speak.

They even began to suspect in their hearts that this person's vengeful spirit had come to claim their lives.

Chen Mo didn't say much and walked forward, stabbing the person again to kill them.

From the current situation, the opponent was easy to kill, his strength was not even as good as that of ordinary people, just a thin disaster refugee.

But there was one thing: the opponent couldn't be killed, or at least not by conventional means.

"Go get the horse carriage, let's go." Chen Mo dragged the corpse into the shack.

The months of training had finally paid off. Although Ma Cai and the others were scared, they could still move when given orders and didn't collapse to the ground in fear.

He threw the opponent's body into the shack, then pulled down some of the thatch from the shack and lit it with the fire starter he carried.

The entire shack, along with the body and the clothes on it, quickly went up in flames.

Qing Province was dry, and the thatch, along with the wooden pillars supporting it, contained no moisture at all. Now, dry wood met fierce fire, and in just an instant, it was reduced to ashes.

The five new recruits were still trembling, unable to comprehend why everything before them was happening.

Resurrection was something they had only heard about from storytellers; they had never actually witnessed it before.

Chen Mo didn't immediately leave with the horse carriage. The new recruits desperately wanted to leave, but since Chen Mo wasn't leaving, they could only wait.

After about another quarter of an hour, the collapsed shack and the thatch that had turned to ash gradually disappeared, and the ground that had been blackened by the flames returned to its original state.

The entire shack returned to its previous appearance, with no traces of burning at all. The person who had been killed twice in a row was still sitting inside the shack, without any signs of having been burned.