The Mightiest Little Master of Metaphysics
Chapter 167 - 165 Jumping Corpse

Chapter 167: Chapter 165 Jumping Corpse

Came outside.

The brothers Yang He and Yang Xiu were very dissatisfied.

"This Master Huang has such a bad temper, switching faces and kicking people out just like that," Yang Xiu said.

"Well, masters typically have their own personalities," Yang He comforted.

"Not all of them, Xiao Qi is so powerful, yet easy to get along with," Yang Xiu complained, only to find Yun Qi was not paying attention to them but was intently looking toward Huang Mingzhuo’s yard.

A three-story secluded house, no one around, vast open area, trees planted front and back.

Qin Luo also noticed her and asked, "Xiao Qi, what are you looking at?"

Yun Qi shook her head, "I don’t understand, he is so famous, he could live in a better house, why would he choose to live alone here?"

As they spoke, a sudden pounding sound came from the three-story house.

"What’s happening, an earthquake?" Yang Xiu asked.

"What earthquake!" Yang He nodded toward the small building, "The sounds are coming from inside, it should be renovation."

Qin Luo took a step forward, frowning as he looked at the source of the sound from the house.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

A few more loud bangs.

"Xiao Qi, do you think it’s the sound of renovation?" Qin Luo asked, as there was no sign of renovation when they were inside earlier.

Ordinarily, a renovation would involve workers coming and going, and various materials, yet upstairs had been very quiet.

"Xiao Qi doesn’t know what renovation should sound like, but today is October 15th, incompatible with construction due to Tiger Sha, Geng Yin, facing south—it’s taboo for renovation commencement; he is a master, it’s unlikely he’d break such a taboo."

Qin Luo nodded understandingly.

BANG! The sound intensified, even from afar, the three-story house seemed to tremble slightly.

Anyone unsure might really think it was an earthquake.

"No way, is there a fight inside?" Yang Xiu looked at Yun Qi.

Yun Qi coldly hummed, "Serves him right, doing such things every day, he can’t be faultless every time, no wonder he lives in such an isolated place."

"Xiao Qi, did you notice something?" Qin Luo asked.

Yun Qi nodded, her expression calm, a red mole between her brows particularly distinct, "When I first went in, I thought his room was strange, it was filled with talismans, and overhead was arranged the Heavenly Gang Formation, usually used for suppressing extremely yin corpses, like in burial grounds."

"So Master Xiao Qi means," Yang Xiu looked down in disbelief at the ground, "The place we’re standing on is much like a burial ground, with significant corpse energy."

Yun Qi nodded, and before she could say more, there was a loud crash from the small building.

They looked toward the sound to see a window on the third floor being burst open from inside, with half a person vaguely visible.

Huang Mingzhuo quickly leaned out, grabbed the person back inside, and then slammed the window shut.

The force was so strong, the window frame shook violently.

"What’s going on?" Yang Xiu asked.

The delicate Little Dumpling coldly snorted, "A fight broke out, but it doesn’t concern us for now, let’s go back."

Inside the third-floor room. Huang Mingzhuo was clutching a wound on his shoulder, gasping sharply.

In front of him was a middle-aged man, or rather, the corpse of a middle-aged man.

He was bare-chested, wearing worn-out jeans, barefoot, his entire body was ashen-gray, weeping blood at the eyes, lips twisted, drool dripping from the mouth corners, the most terrifying was the unconscious gaping mouth, with rows of outward bent jagged teeth, two canine teeth already extending beyond his lips.

A living zombie.

At this critical moment, the wound on Huang Mingzhuo’s shoulder stimulated him intensely, causing him to stop jumping around like a piling machine, instead tilting his head, fixing a cold, dead stare on Huang Mingzhuo, a terrifying smile slowly forming on his ghastly face.

"Blood, give me blood..." he mumbled vaguely from his mouth.

"Damn it," Huang Mingzhuo cursed, "I’ve been in this business for decades, first time producing a hopping zombie, all because those outsiders disturbed me."

He had been upstairs refining a zombie, which was extremely particular; a slight mistake could cause uncontrollable corpse transformation.

When Qin Luo and Yun Qi unexpectedly came to visit, Huang Mingzhuo had to temporarily stop his work to meet them downstairs.

Unexpectedly, right after he sent them away and just as he went back upstairs, the thing turned into a hopping zombie, bouncing around like playing on a trampoline, leaping crazily from the bed to the couch in the room.

Even the ceiling got cracked from the impacts.

Not satisfied with bumping up and down, it tried to break through the window to escape, but Huang Mingzhuo pulled it back, and closing the window, he got scratched by its sharp nails.

Now, the hopping zombie smelling blood suddenly froze; its gray-white eyeballs spun frantically, as if pondering something.

Huang Mingzhuo grabbed a Peach Wood Sword nearby, ran his fingers along the blade, and shouted fiercely:

"Heaven and Earth, Mystical Sect, Root of Ten Thousand Qi. All Gods Worship, Command Thunder, Ghosts and Spirits Shrink, Spirit Monsters Disappear, Golden Light Appear, Protect the True Human!"

As he finished speaking, the Peach Wood Sword was enveloped in golden light, he thrust the sword toward the hopping zombie.

The zombie tilted its head, grinned sinisterly at him, and charged with a roar.

The golden light on the Peach Wood Sword had a scorching effect as soon as it came into contact with the zombie.

The zombie’s skin quickly charred black, emitting black smoke, but it seemed entirely unaware of pain. One claw gripped the Peach Wood Sword, while the other claw reached for Huang Mingzhuo’s neck, mouth open wide, sharp teeth bared, struggling to bite at his neck.

The strength was as if it were a bull.

Huang Mingzhuo hadn’t anticipated that even the Peach Wood Sword wouldn’t work today. He leaned his neck back as far as he could to avoid the sharp teeth so close to him, while freeing a hand to grab a Spirit Talisman.

In the Heavenly Gang Formation above, red lines throbbed erratically, the Heavenly Bead rattled, all kinds of beads that were not supposed to intersect were now sliding along the red lines, colliding fiercely, producing sharp, jarring sounds.

There was a boom.

Huang Mingzhuo finally kicked the hopping zombie away, took a deep breath, and continued to wield spells.

Unknown to him, the jumps of the zombie caused the ground in the courtyard to tremble violently, the soil and dust churned, and with a crash.

The ground cracked; the entire courtyard of several hundred square meters was filled with orderly cracks, followed by, one after another, shriveled hands sprouting from underground like mushrooms after rain, withered black fingers clawing the ground, frantically digging.

Minutes later, one by one, shriveled corpses emerged from underground, carrying a strong earthy smell, tilted heads, dragging their footsteps towards the house.

At this moment, the setting sun retracted its last bit of twilight from the human world, as darkness like a silent beast slowly approached, swallowing the last bit of light.

The sun finally fell below the horizon, dusk turned heavy, the night gradually thickened.

Under the night, over a hundred corpses finally surrounded the small building.

Huang Mingzhuo finally dealt with the hopping zombie, went downstairs, wiped his sweat, intending to get a drink of water, when he suddenly heard the door in the living room creak noisily. He quickly raised his head to meet a dozen pairs of eerie, blood-red eyes.

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