Chapter 18 (1/2)

Translator: Atlas Studios

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With one less person, they could only play Fight the Landlord.

Li Ang had good card skills. Back then, Michael Chan had won 37 million yuan using 20 yuan. On the other hand, Li Ang could easily win 5 million yuan with 200,000 Happy Beans.

After a few rounds, the other two had been utterly defeated. They secretly wondered whether Lady Luck was on Feng Tiechui’s side that day while depression and anxiety welled from their hearts.

Feng Tieyi took the poker card before staring at Li Ang and saying, “Can you defeat me with seventeen cards? Can you defeat me instantly? If you defeat me with seventeen cards today, I will eat this poker card on the spot.”

Li Ang calmly threw all the poker cards in his hand on the newspaper in the middle, which contained the words ‘bomb’ and ‘airplane’.

He had defeated him with seventeen cards.

Feng Tieyi stared at the poker cards on the newspaper. He had wanted to get angry just now, but he’d heard a faint clicking sound.

He subconsciously turned his head to look at the platform in the distance.

The white-haired corpse was sitting in the coffin and standing up straight at a strangely slow speed.

It stepped out of the low coffin, jumped off the platform with a hop, and walked quietly toward the three people who were playing a card game.

Zombies were born out of the grievances and foul air in the world. They relied on grievances for strength and on blood for food.

According to the collection of mystery novels such as What the Master Would Not Discuss and The Thatched Study of Close Scrutiny, zombies could be divided into purple corpses, white corpses, black corpses, green corpses, hairy corpses, flying corpses, roaming corpses, hidden corpses, unchangeable corpses, drought demons, and Denglongs1.

Purple corpses were ordinary corpses, while white corpses and black corpses were covered in hair on the outside and could stand upright and move freely.

Green corpses and hairy corpses were agile. They jumped like the wind, were not affected by ordinary fire, and were also unafraid of sunlight.

Higher-level flying corpses could use magical powers, fly in the air, and walk a thousand miles at night.

As for unchangeable corpses and higher-level drought demons, they were already the stuff of legends. No life existed wherever they went.

Although the white corpse in front of them was just a low-level zombie, it was not something a defenseless physical body could fight against. When ordinary people came into contact with ghosts and monsters all of a sudden, it was normal for their bodies to go stiff out of fear.

The white corpse jumped down from the platform and slowly walked over in silence. Feng Tieyi wanted to scream, but his expression changed when he recalled his companion, who had escaped in a hurry just now.

According to the strange sayings that circulated in the village, when one encountered a corpse that started moving suddenly, a living person should not speak aloud and it was best to hold their breath. Otherwise, the corpse would smell the breath of the living person and would swoop over to choke the person to death.

Feng Tiebing, who was sitting facing Feng Tieyi, saw his companion’s expression change, turned his head subconsciously, and also saw the zombie.

The two of them usually had a good relationship. Right now, they were so terrified that they did not dare warn Li Ang, whose back was facing the zombie. They could only throw their cards and stumble toward the door.

They also probably wished that Li Ang, whose back was facing the white corpse, would become a human shield to temporarily block the zombie.

Li Ang, who was sitting on the innermost side, watched all his companions leave the assembly hall before he unhurriedly stood up. He dusted off his clothes and turned toward that zombie.

This pitiful woman, who had been starved to death by her own son, could not rest in peace even after death.

She was covered in white long hair all over her body. The fine, fluffy mycelium sprawled out from the gaps of the burial clothes and gently swayed as the wind blew.

Her skin beneath the white hair was pale, crumpled, and covered in wrinkles just like snakeskin.

Only her face was not completely covered by white hair. She had empty eyes, a fierce, terrifying expression, and no teeth whatsoever when she opened her mouth wide. Only her pale gums could be seen.

When it seemed to smell the breath of a living person, the white-haired zombie stretched its hands forward to approach Li Ang slowly.

“Ugh…”

Li Ang let out a soft sigh. He picked up the Kalashnikov rifle with the buttstock pressed tightly against his shoulder and leaned his neck slightly to the right. His right eye aligned with the line of sight, his left foot stepped forward, his left knee was bent, and he used his right foot to support his body as he shifted his center of gravity forward.