Chapter 779 - Arriving at the Castle (1/2)

Crack. Crack.

With some bone-cracking noises that could freeze one’s blood, that rotten corpse got to its feet slowly in the swamp. Its head was lowering. Its left arm was bending. Its right leg was also slightly bending. Its standing posture was extremely spooky. It looked like a marionette.

“It turns out those movies are not fictional. Zombies do exist,” Duck Emperor said in panic.

“That…that must be the vampires’ puppet, which was thrown here after its blood had been sucked up.”

Camel could not stop cold sweating. He always knew a man would become a puppet after his blood had been sucked up by vampires. It was certainly only hearsay, but the hearsay differed a lot from what actually happened. Vampires’ puppets did not have sharp teeth. Instead, they were like this freak right in front of him: rotten, stink, yet alive.

Crack. Crack.

More bone-cracking noises came. It was so spooky that their hair stood on end.

Then, one after another, completely rotten corpses got to their feet in different parts of the swamp. They all had bad breath, as if they had just woken up from deep sleep.

“Mother ducker, there are so many of them all of a sudden! There are at least 100!” Duck Emperor’s eyes were so wide open that they were almost round.

Camel’s legs were shivering. He had not prepared for this at all. He had never thought vampires’ puppets were such horrifying creatures. He felt like he had already reached hell. The air was full of the pungent stench of death.

When seeing two of his companions from the Silver Wing Mercenary Group were also among those rotten corpses and had become a part of them, Camel could not stand anymore. His nerves broke down. “Ah!” After a shout, he turned around to run away from the Dark Castle desperately.

As soon as he moved, the rotten corpses around moved as well, as if activated. Making threatening gestures and with hissing noises in their throats, they jumped on Camel like a bunch of evil ghosts. Their harmless look was totally gone. At the moment, they were hideous, horrifying creatures from hell.

“Help him, goddamn jerk! He would die!” Duck Emperor said anxiously.

“Help him?” Xiao Luo responded with a question, narrowing his eyes.

Eh.

Seeing the indifference in Xiao Luo’s eyes, Duck Emperor realized it was too naïve. If Camel had stayed with Xiao Luo, he might still have a chance to survive. However, he turned around to flee. He gave that chance up himself. Xiao Luo would never run over to save a mercenary who wanted to kill him.

“Okay. Let him stew in his own juice. I have no problem with that,” Duck Emperor said. Then it looked at Camel.

Camel tried his best to run, but he was injured. Thus, he could not exert all of the strength of a Martial Spirit. He was fast, but he was not fast enough. The rotten corpses all swarmed towards him. One of them jumped on him first and landed on his back. Opening its mouth with yellow and black teeth, it was going to bite him on the neck.

Puff.

Blood spurted. Camel screamed painfully and flung his back forcefully. “Go away! Get off me!”

That was a powerful fling. The rotten corpse on his back was sent flying like a cannon and fell upon four or five of its companions.

Camel ran away desperately. Blood kept oozing out where he had been bit on the neck. A sharp pain was spreading from the wound to other parts of his body. Wherever the sharp pain reached, his nerves would start to jump and his muscles would tremble out of control. Little by little, he felt feeble all over his body.

‘Was that ptomaine?’ Camel thought with fear while running.