According to some law.
The more you worry about something, the more likely it is to happen.
In fact, when Lu Fei entered the Great Yin Mountains, he guessed that there was a high probability of encountering zombies.
But he never expected it to be a white-haired zombie!
This kind of zombie is very difficult to kill.
That old doctor's talisman was not simple; a single talisman could scare away the white-haired zombie.
The red ink line was tied in place, and Lu Fei held the lightning-struck jujube wood stick, carefully scanning his surroundings.
With the zombie really appearing, he instead calmed down.
The ink line should be able to hold off for some time.
As long as Jing Jian can extract the corpse poison in time, escaping with their combined abilities should not be too difficult.
But the problem is.
What about the coffin fungus?
If we don't collect it this time, we'll come back next time.
Where there is coffin fungus, there must be zombies.
Even if we come next time, we will still encounter a white-haired僵 zombie.
This is a vicious cycle.
Might as well take a gamble!
Lu Fei glanced at Jing Jian.
His wound was not deep, and most of the corpse poison had been extracted, so his complexion looked slightly better.
"Brother Jing, hurry up!"
Lu Fei, seeing that the zombies were not coming for the moment, squatted down to prepare to pick a cluster of coffin mushrooms.
"Lu Fei, it's here!"
However, before he could start, he heard Jing Jian's alarmed warning and hurriedly grabbed the lightning-struck jujube wood stick.
The strong stench of decay filled his nostrils.
As Lu Fei turned his head, he saw the tall, white-haired zombie silently leaping towards him at an astonishing speed, its arms sweeping straight toward him.
Lu Fei swung his stick, not trying to engage in a direct confrontation, and took two steps back.
The white-haired zombie leapt forward, but was bounced back by the inkpot threads entangled around the area.
"It works!"
Lu Fei felt a surge of joy in his heart.
With the inkpot threads temporarily holding off the zombie, he now had the chance to pick the coffin mushrooms.
However, the places where the inkpot line was hit by the white-haired zombie turned black, as if charred, and it probably wouldn't last much longer.
We must be quick!
Lu Fei wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, quickly crouched down, took a deep breath, and gently embraced a cluster of coffin mushrooms covered in green powder.
The white-haired zombie hopped around the inkpot line.
Its towering figure exuded an oppressive presence, and the stench of decay, like a lingering shadow of death, enveloped the two people inside the inkpot line.
Jing Jian continuously used glutinous rice to draw out the poison, his body taut to the extreme, his heart pounding wildly in his chest.
Bang!
The white-haired zombie began to ram the inkpot line, and after being repelled, it immediately jumped back, repeating its attempts over and over.
The inkpot line could inflict some damage on it, but it was not lethal.
It was probably similar to a person being snapped by a rubber band.
The places where the ink lines turned black were becoming more and more, with the possibility of being broken at any moment.
Under this pressure, Lu Fei forced himself to remain calm.
Holding the coffin fungus in both hands, based on his experience from the previous two times, he knew that picking it required a delicate touch, patiently and carefully applying force.
Finally.
A cluster of fungi was successfully detached from the coffin board.
Without time for joy, he quickly wrapped the fungi layer by layer in black cloth and placed it in a box filled with sponge.
Just at that moment.
Bang!
All the ink lines broke, and the broken strings flew everywhere.
The white-haired zombie pounced directly at Lu Fei.
"Be careful, Lu Fei!"
Jing Jian shouted, his body springing forward as he flung a handful of glutinous rice towards the white-haired corpse with great force.
Then, he thrust his peachwood sword at the white-haired corpse.
As the glutinous rice hit the white-haired corpse, black smoke began to rise from its body.
The white-haired corpse halted and switched targets, its stiff arms sweeping suddenly towards the peachwood sword.
Jing Jian used his spiritual power to forcibly block the attack.
Clang!
It seemed as if the peachwood sword had struck steel, sparks flying in all directions.
The white-haired corpse was stopped.
But Jing Jian was also knocked back several steps by the immense force, and before he could steady himself, the white-haired corpse had already leapt in front of him.
The sharp nails jabbed straight at his face.
He was startled and swung his sword to block.
The peach wood sword happened to be wedged between the white-haired stiff's fingers, with the sharp black nails just an inch away from his face.
Black smoke rose from the gaps between the fingers, and instead of retreating, the white-haired stiff leaned forward rigidly.
Jing Jian felt as if he were up against a mountain, the heavy pressure bearing down on him. He planted his feet in a horse stance, desperately resisting, but his body was still pushed back by the white-haired stiff.
He watched helplessly as the sharp nails were about to pierce his eyes.
Lu Fei put down the wooden box and rushed over.
Filling the thunderstruck jujube wood stick with spiritual power, he struck the white-haired stiff's back hard.
Boom!
Flashes of lightning flickered.
The body of the white-haired jiangshi suddenly stopped, convulsing a few times, with all its white fur standing on end.
Jing Jian took the opportunity to retract his peachwood sword, moving away from the sharp nails of the white-haired jiangshi.
The two of them huddled together.
Zombies, such evil creatures, do not have obvious weaknesses and are particularly difficult to kill.
Items like the ink pot line and glutinous rice can only slightly hinder them, but are not lethal.
"We've already collected the coffin fungus; let's find a chance to get out!"
"Okay!"
Unexpectedly, in the next moment, the white-haired jiangshi regained its composure and turned towards the two of them.
Under the dim light of the flashlight, the white-haired jiangshi was dressed in the official attire of an indeterminable dynasty, with a face as stiff as dried meat and yellow fangs protruding from the corners of its mouth.
Expressionless, the red pupils in its sunken eye sockets quivered, radiating a terrifying and furious glow.
The two people stepped back.
The white-haired zombie suddenly leaped, rushing right in front of them.
Almost at the same time, the two people swung their talismans in their hands.
Boom!
A huge force sent them flying, rolling in the mud, and they only stopped after crashing into some trees.
Their whole bodies ached all over, and their heads buzzed with dizziness.
Before the two could even get up, in the blink of an eye, the white-haired zombie had already jumped to their front.
Jing Jian hurriedly threw out a handful of glutinous rice.
Taking advantage of the slight pause in the white-haired zombie's speed, the two disregarded their body pain, quickly got up, waved their talismans, and desperately channeled their spiritual energy, working together to attack the white-haired zombie.
Boom!
The divine thunder and the peachwood's power to ward off evil were both activated simultaneously.
Electric light flickered, and sparks flew in all directions.
The white-haired zombie quivered as if it had stepped on an electric outlet; its white hair withered and turned black, emitting a foul, burnt smell.
The two of them exerted all their strength, piercing the body of the white-haired zombie with their magical instruments, holding on tightly without letting go.
But this was still not enough to kill the white-haired zombie; the magical instruments could not penetrate its body at all.
The tip of Jing Jian's peachwood sword began to turn black, as if it had been scorched by fire, and wood fragments fell off one after another. The peachwood sword was becoming shorter and shorter, being consumed at a visible rate.
"Brother Jing, you retreat first!"
Seeing that things were going badly, Lu Fei grabbed a handful of glutinous rice and threw it over.
Both of them froze for a moment, then each took a step back.
"Brother Jing, take the coffin fungus and retreat first, I'll hold it back!"
"Can you manage on your own?" Jing Jian shook his head.
"Stop wasting time! While I still have magical power, the lightning-struck wood can hold off the zombies for a bit. If we tangle with this white-haired zombie, none of us will escape!"
Lu Fei shouted, waving the lightning-struck wood and charging forward.
Electric light flashed.
The tall body of the white-haired zombie suddenly stopped, its red pupils showing a hint of wariness.
"Then be very careful!"
Jing Jian gritted his teeth, ran over, and carefully picked up the wooden box containing the coffin fungus, then dashed towards the woods.