Chapter 301: Never Give Up

So, are these villagers being controlled by the Grave Blood with psychic power?

It shouldn’t be possible. If that’s the case, he would have too much psychic power to cover.

Not to mention the evolver reaching this level at this stage, even if there were, it would be enough to crush the current Zhang Mu.

To split the psychic power into multiple threads, control so many humans, make them think normally, talk normally with others, what a huge project.

So, there is only one possibility left!

Zhang Mu, with his identity combining with the Grave Blood, remembered he was a person reborn from a corpse, he was no longer human, but a new species.

This group of villagers, with no abilities, cannot be his kind, so they are corpse puppets!

No wonder the wind attribute Obsidian Beetle is sensitive to the decaying smell on them, while the earth attribute mutated wolfhound shows no reaction at all.

These corpse puppets should have been buried for a while, absorbing people’s energy, so Zhang Mu couldn’t smell any difference.

In future generations, there are also Corpsewalkers like Grave Blood, who realize they can’t return to being human and form a new race, so Zhang Mu was wary when he first encountered them.

Rare but unpredictable in temperament, they consciously give up human emotions and desires, able to create corpse puppets by using bodies to build their own army.

These corpse puppets obey orders absolutely, but unlike a zombie horde, these puppets, when independent, have their own thoughts, depending on the strength of the Corpsewalker controlling them.

The stronger the Corpsewalker, the higher the level of their mental recovery.

Although the corpse puppet he just met had some imperfections, it could already replicate human emotions pretty well.

It seems that this Grave Blood has at least advanced to the second-rank level in half a year, and it’s very likely that the advancement happened early.

However, there are limitations to making corpse puppets, they must have been buried for a while to be resurrected, meaning those who have recently died cannot be made into corpse puppets.

Before cremation became popular in the post-apocalyptic world, Corpsewalkers had a very limited ability range, unless they pre-planned to use fresh bodies for burial to train corpse puppets.

But Zhang Mu was puzzled. Why did this Grave Blood resurrect so many dead bodies of men, women, and children to form an army of corpse puppets? Wasn’t it enough to just have healthy adult men as corpses?

What are they going to do with elderly people, children, and women?

Zhang Mu was confused but knew they couldn’t stay there. Yuan Rui was being affected by the drug’s poison, feeling drowsy all over because of the faint scent of the drug in the air.

Zhang Mu didn’t want to wake Yuan Rui directly as suddenly jolting her from sleep could harm her to some extent.

He lifted the sleeping Yuan Rui from the bed and carried her out, placing her on the soft back of the mutated wolfhound.

At that moment, the Obsidian Beetle also sensed something was wrong. Although Yuan Rui’s body had a stable breath, it seemed fine. It asked, “What’s going on?”

Zhang Mu didn’t say much, just replied, “Something is strange in this village.”

Now he needed to confirm his suspicion to understand how adverse Grave Blood was to humans in its original form.

Zhang Mu swiftly entered the main house, where he saw the table still warm with old wine and the remains of untouched food and dishes. He felt a bit sick as he had a feeling about what he was about to see.

He lifted the kitchen curtain in the main house and took a sharp breath when he saw what was in front of him.

In this kitchen, pieces of meat were neatly arranged. There were some human-sized legs cured with salt, with smooth cuts. Hanging on top were sausages, most likely made from human meat, each string extremely symmetrical.

Zhang Mu had seen people eating human flesh before, but never seen a scene where human meat was displayed almost like art.

Just now, Li Dazhuang wanted to eat the meat for himself, it should be this.

Grave Blood, are you tired of living?

Thinking about how close Zhang Mu had come to eating human flesh just now, he started grinding his teeth, and his eyes scanned the corners of the dining table.

In a jar, there was some bright yellow oil. When he thought about those strangely shiny oil lamps and lanterns, Zhang Mu did not want to dwell on it any longer.

Treating humans as food and everyday items, is it possible?

Okay, very good.

Zhang Mu looked very unhappy, he quietly left the kitchen with his mutated wolfhound and Obsidian Beetle, and decided to leave the place that made him feel disgusted and angry.

At that moment, a thought suddenly crossed his mind.

Why does Grave Blood have such a deep hatred towards humans?

By treating humans like livestock, he was determined to completely rid himself of his human identity, no matter what.

He killed Era Sub-merchant with mutated plants, feeding the corpse puppet under his control with the flesh of other human evolvers.

Grave Blood, if you want to never give up, then so be it!

As Zhang Mu walked to the village entrance filled with anger, he suddenly decided to clear all his doubts at once.

With a strong push, he knocked down the stone tablet at the village entrance, causing it to collapse with a loud crash. Behind the stone tablet that had “Li village” carved on its front side, two large words appeared.

“Coffin Home!”

This is Coffin Home in Li village.

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