Inferior Walking Corpse

Following their master's instructions, Wencai and Qiusheng immediately got to their feet and headed to the Public Mortuary's corpse storage room to offer incense to the bodies.

Yes, incense. For those corpses, it was their food.

If they wanted these fellows to stay quiet, lie there obediently, and behave like good corpses, then they had to be fed well.

What set the Public Mortuary apart from ordinary temples was that the incense offered here not only had to be plentiful, but its quality also had to be far higher than what ordinary temples used.

After all, the ones lying in the Public Mortuary were not clay statues or wooden carvings. If they truly caused trouble, people would die.

Wencai and Qiusheng each held a large bundle of incense and began offering it to the big brothers lying throughout the Public Mortuary.

"Hey, brothers and sisters, come back and eat."

Qiusheng lit the incense in his hand and shouted loudly toward the door.

After shouting a few times, he prepared to offer incense to the brothers.

However, just then, Wencai grabbed his arm.

Qiusheng looked at his junior brother in confusion, only to see Wencai gesture with his lips toward the curtain behind the doorway.

"Hey, Senior Brother, guests are guests. We should let Uncle-Master's clients eat first."

Hearing his junior brother's words, Qiusheng did not think much of it and immediately nodded in agreement.

"Mm, Wencai, you have a point. Let's give Uncle-Master's clients some food first."

As he spoke, Qiusheng separated a large stack of incense from the bundle in his hand and casually planted it in the incense burner before him.

Through the curling smoke, flickering light swept across the faces of the clients opposite him.

Only then did a trace of fear rise in Qiusheng's heart.

After all, this was his first time encountering something like a zombie across both his lives. Claiming he was not afraid at all would have been a lie.

"Senior Brother, Senior Brother, what are you spacing out for? Hurry up and keep serving everyone their food."

Wencai stood beside Qiusheng. Seeing him lost in thought, he quickly reminded him.

"Oh, right, got it."

As they spoke, the two split up and continued planting incense before the coffins around them.

Soon, they finished their work. However, neither of them noticed that the wick in the Soul-Suppressing Lamp before Uncle-Master's clients was nearly burned out.

And Uncle-Master's clients had begun swaying from side to side.

Among corpse-driving practitioners, the Soul-Summoning Banner guided the way, the Soul-Absorbing Bell controlled the corpses, and the Soul-Suppressing Lamp kept them still. Not one of the three could be missing.

Now that the Soul-Suppressing Lamp was flickering on the verge of extinction, it would naturally trigger something very bad—for instance, corpses rising.

A corpse rising did not mean the body had already turned into a zombie. It meant it had become a walking dead thing similar to a Walking Corpse.

These walking dead were hardly harmless. Once they drank the blood of the living, they would truly begin transforming into zombies, becoming a great menace to the area.

After the two martial brothers finished what they were doing and were about to leave to continue listening to their master and uncle-master chat, Qiusheng suddenly spoke.

"Oh, right, Wencai. Go pull up all the curtains in front of the clients."

"Why don't you go?"

Wencai, who had been following Qiusheng the whole time, snapped back, but his body honestly walked over to the group of clients Uncle-Master had brought, preparing to pull up the curtains.

Who would have thought that, at that moment, the Soul-Suppressing Lamp on the offering table before Wencai suddenly went out, and all the yellow talismans on the clients' foreheads fell away.

This was serious. The clients, who had been perfectly still just moments ago, immediately stretched out their arms and hopped toward Wencai.

The instant the yellow talismans fell off, Wencai reacted. At the fastest speed of his life, he sprinted outside.

Hearing the commotion, Qiusheng hurriedly turned around. The moment he looked, his scalp went numb.

He saw the clients Uncle-Master had brought, each with arms stretched straight out, hopping toward the entrance.

Qiusheng's hair stood on end.

Just then, Wencai ran to his side and said,

"Qiusheng, why aren't you running? Let's get Master and the others to deal with these things!"

In the urgency of the situation, Wencai even forgot to call him Senior Brother. He darted past Qiusheng and raced toward the sitting room where their master and uncle-master were.

But while Wencai ran, Qiusheng chose not to.

After his brief panic, Qiusheng gritted his teeth and decided to stay.

These were merely walking dead that did not even qualify as Walking Corpses. If he did not dare face even them head-on, then what use was the system he possessed?

He would still be nothing more than a coward with a little strength—a piece of trash.

Once that thought arose, he bit his lower lip hard and forcibly calmed himself down.

Then his spiritual power began to circulate, and he charged toward the walking dead rushing for the entrance.

Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle!

Sparks of electricity burst from his body as he unleashed a fierce, yang-charged set of Lightning Bolt Fist strikes without hesitation against the walking dead.

Bang!

A dull impact rang out. The Lightning Crushing Thunder Fist was immensely powerful. With a single punch, it sent the first Walking Corpse to reach the doorway flying backward, knocking down two more behind it before crashing to the ground without moving.

After throwing that punch, Qiusheng raised his hands and stared at his fists, dumbfounded.

"Is this really my strength? Isn't this a little too ridiculous?"

In truth, this was only natural. These things did not even qualify as Walking Corpses, so how could they possibly have been difficult to deal with?

While Qiusheng was still dazed, a large group of walking dead surrounded him again. He did not dare think any further and immediately unleashed the Lightning Crushing Thunder Fist in broad, sweeping strikes, sending corpse after corpse flying in every direction.

But the longer Qiusheng fought, the less confident he became. Though his Lightning Bolt Fist was powerful and heavy, and every punch could send these corpses flying—

—it could not kill them outright. Every time he knocked them down and left them lying there for a while, they would jump back up again full of life.

Faced with this, Qiusheng gritted his teeth. No longer caring whether his attacks were too heavy, he unleashed the Lightning Crushing Thunder Fist while secretly gathering Palm Thunder in his hand.

Boom!

Ding! Congratulations, Host. You have slain a Walking Corpse (Inferior) and obtained 10 Exorcism Points.