Is this what a zombie is?

44. Over ten thousand corpses were buried in shady places.

Unlike the experimental site a century ago, this place is now filled with darkness, dampness, and decay; everything has changed beyond recognition.

But that past evil, with the passage of time, has become more intense and viscous, nourishing and breeding an even more terrifying existence.

At the end of the steps lies a spacious underground space.

The pentagram magic circle, which was once drawn with countless blood and lives as sacrifices, still retains some traces. The dark red lines are faintly visible in the dim firelight, silently telling the story of what once happened.

Around the magic circle, countless skeletons were scattered, layer upon layer, densely packed, a stark white expanse.

Besides the skeletons, there were some relatively fresh, shriveled corpses, and countless poisonous insects and snakes crawled out of the seven orifices of the corpses when they sensed the approach of strangers.

The most common venomous snakes and centipedes crawled slowly, making a soft rustling sound.

That scene would undoubtedly be a nightmare for someone with trypophobia.

If it were any normal person facing such a gloomy and terrifying scene, they would probably have been scared out of their wits and turned pale.

However, Jiang Chen's face remained expressionless.

Whether it was dissecting large corpses or dissecting live animals in simulations, he always came in first place, winning first place with the best results.

Moreover, compared to the inhumane control group experiments in historical illusions that treated living people as expendable resources, these silent skeletons before us appear serene.

They remain motionless, waiting to be discovered and unearthed, to become a piece of the puzzle of historical truth.

Having witnessed life trampled into the dust, this small scene could not shake his heart at all.

My heart was completely unmoved, only filled with sorrow.

After letting out a silent sigh, Jiang Chen's gaze swept over the bones scattered on the ground and landed on the very center of the original pentagram formation.

He clearly remembered that in the vision from a hundred years ago, the bronze coffin was there.

But now, the certificate issuance center is completely empty.

Instead, there was a simple altar made of ebony with a distinct Southeast Asian style.

A white cloth covered the altar, and beneath it, the outline of a curled-up human figure was vaguely visible.

Jiang Chen frowned slightly, a vague sense of foreboding creeping into his heart.

There was no bronze coffin, nor any incense to revive the dead; this was the conclusion Jiang Chen reached after looking around.

"Where's the Resurrection Incense?"

Uncle Chen glanced at the watch on his wrist and said slowly.

"Young man, calm down. Don't you Chinese people value auspicious times? If the auspicious time hasn't arrived, good things may not appear."

Jiang Chen sneered inwardly. They were just waiting for the midnight bell to ring, what a show of mystery.

With a few minutes left until midnight, Jiang Chen didn't mind chatting with the other party for a bit, hoping to learn more about their arrangements.

"All these years, you've been hiding in this godforsaken place, concocting those harmful curses?"

Mentioning this, a morbid fanaticism appeared on Uncle Chen's face.

He even opened his arms as if embracing this chilling pit of bones, his voice filled with barely suppressed excitement.

"You're wrong. This isn't some hellhole; it's the paradise you've always dreamed of."

"Do you know that the land beneath your feet is a rare yin land, where tens of thousands of corpses are buried?"

"The yin energy and corpse energy contained within have undergone hundreds of years of deep fermentation. The yin energy here is so concentrated that it is beyond compare. The corpse energy is almost fermenting into old yogurt. This is an extremely yin place that is priceless and an excellent place to nurture corpses."

"Any corpse placed here can be transformed into a fierce zombie in the shortest amount of time. It wouldn't be a problem to raise a zombie king in a hundred years."

Extremely Yin Land, a treasure trove for raising corpses... raising corpses

Jiang Chen's gaze suddenly turned to the altar, to the human-shaped silhouette under the white cloth, and a thought flashed through his mind.

"So, what you're raising in this prison isn't some ghost king, but a corpse king!"

"Haha, so you've always thought I was raising ghosts? How ignorant you are."

Uncle Chen couldn't help but shake his head, seemingly out of pity for Jiang Chen's ignorance.

Cat Master's deduction is wrong; it's an information gap. As for how serious it is, Jiang Chen can't say.

After all, he had dealt with the kid before, killing him with a single slap.

But what abilities do the Ghost King and the Corpse King possess? Without encountering them, it's impossible to evaluate or compare them.

clang--

Just then, a deep, resonant bell pierced through the thick layers of earth, echoing through the deathly silent underground space.

Even though this place is at least a thousand meters away from the clock tower and is isolated by layers of barriers, the sound of the bell still rings out with unparalleled clarity, as if it were right next to your ears.

The time has come!

As the first bell rang, wisps of smoke carrying a rich medicinal aroma began to seep from the gaps between the layers of bones in the Pit of Ten Thousand Bones.

This was the scent of the Resurrection Incense, which Jiang Chen was very familiar with.

"Clang—Clang—"

The bells rang out one after another, each one heavier than the last.

More and more smoke billowed out from the depths of the Ten Thousand Bones Pit. As if drawn by an invisible force, it slowly swirled and converged in mid-air, eventually forming a rotating vortex.

Yes, that's right, it's a cyclone.

A vortex of smoke, visible and tangible, yet grasping at it leaves nothing but emptiness.

And this is what the sorcerer has been searching for for thirty years—the complete Resurrection Incense.

Over the past thirty years, Uncle Chen has tried countless methods, exhausting every conceivable trick he could think of, yet he has never been able to access the Resurrection Incense, because it has no physical form, but appears as a vortex of air.

It's right in front of me, yet it's so far away.

The swirling incense, seemingly visible yet unattainable, was like bait, relentlessly luring him in, driving him to the brink of madness and a burning desire.

But so what? If you can't have it, you can't have it. No matter how powerful his magic is, he can't do anything about it.

But he was indeed a genius sorcerer. He thought of a possibility: he needed to be in frequent contact with the incense of resurrection and absorb its smoke in order to resonate with it and attract it out.

So, starting seven years ago, he began refining corpses, still for the sake of the Resurrection Incense.

However, due to the properties of the Resurrection Incense, the progress of corpse refining has been stagnant, and may even regress.

Because the Resurrection Incense resets time within a certain range.

Yes, it's a time reset.

The corpse that was being leveled up perfectly was about to be maxed out, but then the Resurrection Incense appeared and reset it to a newbie account, and everything had to start all over again.

But this did not discourage Uncle Chen; on the contrary, it made him even more enthusiastic until last night when he confirmed that Jiang Chen could survive on the remnants of the Resurrection Incense.

At that time, Uncle Chen felt that he had found a more perfect container.