Zuo Xiangming's Experiment

Fog blanketed the land. A dim yellow moon occasionally cast a faint glow through gaps in the twisted clouds.

Zhang Ping walked into the silent town, whistling. He found it long deserted. Many houses had even collapsed into ruins.

Dried-up corpses hung from the dead trees lining the road, while crows pecked at the maggots on their bodies.

Zhang Ping's arrival brought a trace of life to the dead town, but it also woke many corpses sleeping underground.

Suddenly, a rotting arm burst through the earth. More and more arms followed, and one Living Dead after another sat up from the soil, their eyes glowing an eerie green.

"Is anyone there?"

Zhang Ping stopped before a house that looked relatively intact and knocked on the door.

After waiting a moment and confirming no one was inside, he opened the door and entered. Nightwalker gave him night vision, so the dim interior looked as bright as day to him.

A family of three had once lived in this house. Sadly, all three now hung from the ceiling.

Zhang Ping stepped around the corpses and searched the house. In the end, he found a diary in the master bedroom.

The diary was a tedious account of everyday life. Zhang Ping skimmed it and quickly reached the end. Once he discarded all the useless details, he had a rough idea of what had happened to the town.

The town was called Black-Robe Town. It had originally specialized in making burial clothes.

About five years ago, an old man had come to town. People around him began turning into corpses. At first, some tried to resist, but the old man killed every resister swiftly and cleanly.

This family had fallen into despair and ultimately taken their own lives.

"An old man... Could it be