FlyingCorpse:cultivatedforathousandyears,flies,immuoons,wieldsImmortalArts,unafraidofsunlight.

Thispcereekedofcorpseaura.Clearly,they’dchosenthissunlessforestasasanctuaryfromthelight.

Ismiled.Itseemedshealreadyknew.

“Ofcourse,butcurrentlytheonlyassigiszombieextermination.”

“You’reuimatingthehegeypesare:

PaleCorpse:white-skinned,sluggish,fearslight,fire,water,dogs,andhumans.

Meng’erexpined:

Pale-VioletCorpse:retlydeceased,skintintedviolet.

agihatbeinganImmortalwasnottheend,butmerelyamilestone.

WanderingCorpse:driftswithlunarenergyandseasons,hasnofixedhome.

AsforthePaleCorpses,theywerenothreat.TheyevenfledwhenIapproached—andsiheyweresoslow,afewImmortalArtswouldeasilyreducethemtoashes.

“Nothingdifficult.APaleCorpse.It’sappropriateforsomeoyourlevel.”

FurredCorpse:fur-covered,iron-hardbody,agile,onlyslightlyafraidoffireorsunlight.

Well…figuratively.They’realreadydead,afterall.

EntombedCorpse:ove,butbodyremainsintaillennia.

“AReanimatedCorpseisformedwhenabodyissaturatedinyinenergy,oftentriggeredbyafamilymemberiingwiththecorpseunderunusualcircumstaheyinturnstobalefulenergy,andthecorpseisrevivedintoareanimated,cursedexistence.”

Meng’ergavemethecoordinates,aoff.Unlikepreviousspatialjumps,thistimeItraveledonfoot.Thetargetsitewasaboutfivekilometerswestofthecultivationchamber,inanaforest.

“Alright,I’llhanow.”

“So,eightmaintypes:Pale-Violet,Pale,Virid,Furred,Flying,Wanderiombed,andUndecayedBone.FlyingCorpsesarethemostdangerous.”

“WhatIdonow?AmIeligibleformissions?”

“Youcarryimmee.Imerelywishedtoprepareyouforwhatliesahead.”

ViridCorpse:greenskinandcorpseaura,fastandaggressive,fearssunlightonly.

Hemusthavenoticedmybewilderment.

ThetroublesomeohatViridCorpse.ReanimatedCorpsescarryCorpsePoison—whilePaleandPale-Violetdon’tbite,Viridonesdo.ItscultivationwasroughlyearlyFoundatioablishment—notimpossibletohaI’dobecarefulofthatpoison.

UndecayedBone:boneremainsenergizedandintact;withenoughessensunandmoon,itbeenace.”

Inthechamber,Meng’ergreetedmewarmly.

“That’sfiheway,whatexactlyisazombie?”

Meng’ershookherhead.

“Soundslikeawalkingdeadperson.”

“gratutions,youngmaster.”

BeforeIcouldpohatmysteriousstatement,hedismissedme—andIinstantlyreturhecultivationchamber.

“AndwhidamIfagthistime?”

Ibreathedasighofrelief.IfitwasjustaPaleCorpse,thatwasmanageable.

IspottedagroupofPaleCorpses—skinwhiteassnow,shamblingslowlyinthegloom.Notfarfromthem,aViridCorpsewanderedalone,andingakindofsilentauthority.heothersdaredapproachit.

Thatsounded…arming.

Ichuckled.“Easyenough—justpunchthem,andtheygodht?”

Thesunlightbarelyreachedthegroundhere.Mistliheair,andthesoilwasthickwithfallenleavesanddecayedbrahestofrotanddampnessfilledtheair.