Disaster-Grade Ghost Domain Descends upon Bright City

Xin Yang looked at the rice noodle shop owner.

His strength was clearly very low.

Yet he was still eager to kill other ghosts.

Xin Yang suddenly found him quite adorable.

Bro, I think I'm starting to like this world more and more!

Xin Yang also headed deeper into the woods.

He vanished into the dark forest in an instant.

Xin Yang moved swiftly through the woods. The forest was dark, with only faint light filtering through. But he discovered that his Night Vision was much better than it had been on Earth. This pitch-black forest did not affect him nearly as much.

Xin Yang passed beyond the outskirts of Bright City Park. Along the way, he found neither ghosts nor other humans.

He continued charging toward the tallest mountain.

After advancing a considerable distance, Xin Yang began circling toward the front left.

He did not want finding ghosts to depend on luck.

Ordinary people might have overlooked the faint trace of stench—the smell was mixed with the earthy scent of the forest, making it difficult to notice.

But after gaining the Candy Buying ghost skill, Xin Yang felt that his sense of smell had become sharper.

He followed the direction from which that faint corpse stench drifted.

Luckily, he found ghostly footprints.

Looks like another zombie.

Xin Yang accelerated, running faster and faster as he closed in.

He could feel the corpse stench in the night air growing increasingly thick.

Xin Yang's adrenaline began to surge. He slowed his steps and raised his guard, ready for an encounter at any moment. He had just leaped over a rough little slope when he spotted a lone Century-Old White Zombie not far away.

Xin Yang began sprinting at full speed. He did not care whether he would draw the attention of other nearby zombies. After all, he had his golden finger—he was not afraid of these zombies.

The lone Century-Old White Zombie noticed Xin Yang, let out a full-throated roar, and charged at him.

When Xin Yang was only a little over ten meters from the Century-Old White Zombie, he chose to activate the ghost skill Dream Origin.

The illusion created by activating Dream Origin made the Century-Old White Zombie freeze on the spot.

Seeing the Century-Old White Zombie bewildered by his ghost skill, Xin Yang grew bolder. After taking a deep breath, he dashed forward at high speed, aiming straight for the zombie's neck.

Waves of yin energy curled around Xin Yang's hands as he activated the ghost skill Skinning, which he had obtained only today.

If the rice noodle shop owner had been here, he would definitely have been astonished. How could a disaster-grade student possibly use two ghost skills?

Xin Yang soon reached the Century-Old White Zombie. He wanted a quick battle and a quick victory. Just as he was about to touch the Century-Old White Zombie with both hands empowered by Skinning—

The Century-Old White Zombie woke up. Since Xin Yang had only used Dream Origin twice,

he had no idea how long the Dream Origin ghost skill could trap a ghost.

After waking up, the Century-Old White Zombie's ghostly instincts detected the dangerous aura around Xin Yang's hands.

The zombie reacted quickly as well. Its eyes flashed with ferocity as it immediately rammed into Xin Yang.

Xin Yang staggered from the impact of the Century-Old White Zombie.

Then the Century-Old White Zombie swung its pitch-black claws and clawed at Xin Yang.

With no time to dodge, Xin Yang could only raise his arm to block.

Three deep bloody gashes appeared on Xin Yang's left arm.

A piercing pain instantly shot through his left arm, and then Xin Yang was tackled to the ground by the Century-Old White Zombie.

He had only been clawed once by a zombie, yet the pain was already so intense. But his brother had been "killed" by ghosts so many times.

The Candy-Buying Ghost's beheading, the Skinned Ghost's skinning—just thinking about them made Xin Yang shudder.

If it were me, could I endure that kind of pain?

No. I have to change too.

I can't let my brother protect me forever.

Xin Yang immediately reacted. He bent his knee and drove it viciously into the Century-Old White Zombie's crotch.

He could no longer care about anything else. While activating Skinning, he flailed both hands wildly like an elementary schooler in a fight.

A huge chunk of flesh was stripped from the Century-Old White Zombie's body by the Skinning ghost skill.

Xin Yang quickly realized it was useless. The Century-Old White Zombie could not feel pain.

It seemed that only by cutting off the zombie's head like the rice noodle shop owner had done could he truly kill this ghost.

Xin Yang's body tensed. He exerted force through his waist and flipped the Century-Old White Zombie beneath him.

The Century-Old White Zombie understood the danger in Xin Yang's hands. One hand clamped tightly over its own neck.

Finally, Xin Yang seized an opening and reached into the gap.

His hand touched the Century-Old White Zombie's neck. Skinning activated.

The rotten flesh on the Century-Old White Zombie's neck separated. Its head rolled off.

[You have killed a Century-Old White Zombie]

Xin Yang looked at the bloody gashes on his left arm.

The pain made him bare his teeth...

"Those novel protagonists on Earth could each destroy heaven and earth. Only after transmigrating myself did I realize how real pain was."

"The weakest Century-Old White Zombie nearly sent me off to revive!"

While Xin Yang was still complaining, a rustling sound came from the trees ahead.

Two more Century-Old White Zombies appeared.

One was fat, while the other looked underdeveloped.

Xin Yang felt like cursing. Couldn't you let me rest for a while?

He could only endure the pain, get up, and keep fighting.

The two Century-Old White Zombies seemed to have discovered a delicacy and quickly came to Xin Yang's side to attack.

Xin Yang was instantly put at a disadvantage. Attacked from both sides, he could only defend desperately. At that moment, he could not even counterattack.

He seized an opportunity to strike back, but only stripped away a small piece of the fat zombie's flesh. Then the underdeveloped zombie bit him.

After a minute, Xin Yang understood that he simply could not win. One against two, he was no match for them at all. And after fighting the first Century-Old White Zombie, he was already wounded.

His left arm still throbbed faintly. Wounds of all sizes covered his body, blood flowing without stop.

He no longer hesitated!

He lay down flat and let the two ghosts kill him.

After reviving, I, Xin Yang, will be a good man again.

When the two zombies saw Xin Yang simply lie down, their savagery immediately flared.

The two zombies opened their mouths wide, their two sharp fangs especially conspicuous. They bit down on Xin Yang's neck.

Blood sprayed everywhere!

The two zombies frantically gnawed at Xin Yang's body.

[You have been killed by a Century-Old White Zombie]

[Extracting a random reward from the opponent]

[Attribute obtained: Constitution +1]

After reviving, Xin Yang looked at his completely uninjured body.

The two White Zombies discovered that the corpse they had just been devouring had vanished as well.

They raised their heads and found that Xin Yang had reappeared, completely uninjured.

They had no intelligence and would not consider why Xin Yang was completely fine.

They only knew to follow their most primal desires!

Heavy footsteps rang out again. The two zombies quickly closed in on Xin Yang once more.

They launched ferocious attacks at Xin Yang, their two-inch-long black claws sweeping toward his head.

At full health, Xin Yang moved nimbly.

He rolled forward, dodging the combined attack of the two White Zombies.

Then, feeling the ghost energy brimming within his body,

he activated a ghost skill against the two Century-Old White Zombies.

Dream Origin...