I Am Your Natural Enemy

Chapter 126: Chapter 79: Reins, Side Effects (5.5k)_3

The little zombie walked forward, head held high, making whimpering noises, and patted the legs of each black-haired zombie.

Next, the lids of two more coffins behind floated up by themselves, and two zombies dressed in armor, one male and one female, floated out from within.

Their bodies were no longer covered in steel-like hair, looking almost human, only their skin, like the little zombie’s, gleamed pale green and their pupils were as small as pinpoints.

The little zombie affectionately hugged the thighs of the two zombies, then was picked up by the female zombie. She whimpered and pointed outside, saying something nobody could understand.

The group of zombies all looked over at Wen Yan, and on the cold, murderous, and severe face of the female zombie, a smile appeared. She nodded at Wen Yan.

Several zombies stood together at the side and gazed at the innermost coffin.

Seeing that the coffin still hadn’t moved at all, the little zombie was getting a bit annoyed. It jumped off to the side and banged on the coffin lid with a pout, muttering its whimpers.

Suddenly, the lid floated up, and the little zombie yelped, falling right into the coffin.

Inside the coffin, a lady in palace dress with a healthy, rosy complexion—as if she were an ordinary human—held the little zombie in her arms and stepped out, one step at a time.

She walked through the air, her posture dignified, and with each step, she exited the carriage and landed three meters in front of Wen Yan.

Off to the side, Yinfeng kept his head down, not daring to speak.

Feng Yao also lowered his head; he didn’t even dare look. The moment she appeared, within several hundred meters, all the insects and birds instantly fell silent.

Everyone in the camp stopped moving. Like a rabbit meeting a top predator, their instinctive fear made them afraid to even twitch.

Especially when the other side bore no hostile intent—then, it was best to stay quiet and not even dream about resisting.

Zhang Laoxi, standing beside Wen Yan, was shaking so hard his knees clattered, his face as pale as a sheet.

He would never have imagined, when Grand Uncle Master said that a Great Zombie would show up to vent their anger, so many would come.

The wild zombies outside, those in the Haired Zombie stage, wouldn’t dare call themselves Great Zombies.

Only those giant dumplings from Fuyu Mountain—once reaching the Haired Zombie level—would be called Great Zombies.

At the same rank, those black-haired zombies from Fuyu Mountain could slaughter wild zombies more easily than killing chickens.

Eight fully armed, specialized combat black-haired zombies showing up would have been enough.

But there were also two Deformed Corpses whose steel-like hair had fallen off, their spiritual intelligence no weaker than ordinary people.

And finally, there was one—a palace-dressed woman—whose exterior was completely indistinguishable from an ordinary person and could walk on air: a Flying Zombie.

Isn’t this a bit much...

The last time he went to the Zombie Cave, he’d seen Haired Zombies and felt that terrifying pressure in there, suspecting there might be a Deformed Corpse.

But he never thought, there would even be a Flying Zombie.

To be able to step through the air, make light of heavy things, and move with such poise and grace—this wasn’t something any ordinary Flying Zombie could do.

Facing the Flying Zombie’s oppressive aura directly, Zhang Laoxi just couldn’t handle it anymore. His knees gave out, and with a ”thud” he dropped to his knees and bowed immediately.

After all, they were his own elders, and presumably of very high seniority and immense power—knocking his head in greeting wasn’t a loss.

The woman in palace dress glanced at Zhang Laoxi, listening to the little zombie’s whimpers. The little zombie said Wen Yan was found by Zhang Laoxi, who had kept him safe. The look in her eyes softened noticeably.

She reached out a finger and tapped in the air, and a black ring appeared on Zhang Laoxi’s wrist.

Zhang Laoxi was overjoyed, so thrilled he forgot to be scared and kowtowed again in gratitude.

”Junior Zhang Laoxi, many thanks for senior’s generous gift.”

Although he had no clue what this thing was, anything a Flying Zombie handed out couldn’t be junk.

The Flying Zombie walked forward step by step, as everyone else trembled. The other zombies split to either side, bowing slightly in wait.

Only Uncle stood in front of Wen Yan, directly facing the Flying Zombie’s oppressive aura.

The fine black hair on his body grew denser and more compact, until it fully solidified into a suit of black armor covering him from head to toe.

As Uncle’s eyes snapped open, two golden lights suddenly gleamed from the armor’s eyes.

The Flying Zombie nodded and proactively returned a greeting.

To become a Big Executor, regardless of power, was enough to earn her respect.

”Uncle, it’s okay, this is the little one’s family, not the enemy.”

Wen Yan grabbed Uncle’s arm with one hand. Uncle’s eyes closed again. As Wen Yan stepped forward, Uncle still followed closely behind.

Wen Yan stepped forward and respectfully saluted.

”Junior Wen Yan, greets the senior.”

The palace-dressed Flying Zombie felt the Yang energy on Wen Yan, gently inhaled, and a wisp of Yang energy flew from Wen Yan into her nose.

The palace-dressed Flying Zombie sensed it for a moment, and there seemed to be surprise in her eyes. She smiled with satisfaction.

”My name is Gan Tang. You’re quite good—having Xiaojiu follow you, I’m at ease.”

Hearing this, the little zombie immediately pounced onto Wen Yan, clinging to his back and happily rubbing her little face against his.

Wen Yan chuckled and politely returned the gesture. Then, taking the opportunity, he stretched out a finger and tapped the little zombie’s brow, giving her a touch of Yang energy as blessing.

Gan Tang quietly watched everything, her face always wearing a faint smile. Seeing Wen Yan in person and finding he’d completed the First Phase of the Scorching Sun Fist, and did it in the best possible way, she was very satisfied.

”Senior, please pardon me—there are still some things here that I need to deal with.”

”No worries. We just came to help. If you need anything, just say the word.” Gan Tang’s speech carried the soft lilt of a Wu dialect, making it pleasant to hear and giving off a warm and friendly vibe.

But this was probably only felt by Wen Yan; everyone else was so scared they didn’t dare look up.

Since arriving here, Wen Yan’s notifications in his mind had been popping nonstop, urging him to pick a temporary ability quickly—Fake Mo Zhicheng’s power was affecting this whole area.

And the priority of this notification was so high that—not even the sight of a Flying Zombie triggered a warning.

As Wen Yan reached the edge of the camp, several guards immediately pointed their guns at him.

He made up his mind and chose the first temporary ability, replacing Scorching Sun.

In the next moment, he seemed to see Fake Mo Zhicheng strolling leisurely through the camp, every word becoming law.

After hearing those words, almost instinctively and with a hint of rascality and exaggeration in his tone, Wen Yan called out loudly,

”Really? I don’t believe it.”

The words spread on the wind, and everyone in the camp froze at once.

Then, everyone’s faces started turning ugly, like they were feeling sick.

In just a few seconds, everyone in the camp influenced by Fake Mo Zhicheng doubled over and frantically began to puke.

”Bleagh...”

Cai Qidong stood at his tent entrance, still trying to hold it in, but hearing everyone around retching, he lasted less than three seconds before giving in.

”Bleagh...”

After throwing up all his dinner in one go, Cai Qidong immediately felt that the sensation—Fake Mo Zhicheng’s influence—seemed to go out with the vomit, leaving him instantly at ease.

But when he looked up and was about to head outside, he saw Wen Yan—who seemed a little thinner, with a bigger head—and his stomach churned all over again. He doubled over and vomited some more.

By the time there was nothing left to puke, just catching a glimpse of Wen Yan brought the nausea surging back up.

He kept his head down and spoke weakly,

”Don’t look at him, got it? Whatever you do, don’t look at him.”

Wen Yan stood at the entrance of the camp, face flushed with embarrassment.

Come on, this side effect—just hit me directly and be done with it.

People take one look at me and puke their guts up—isn’t that a bit much...