Corpse Town Eternal

Fufeng City, where Ye Ming got the Sword Immortal Map and where Mao Xiaozei was caught.

However, compared with the prosperity of Fufeng City in the past, the current Fufeng City seems quite depressed.

There are almost no vendors hawking on the streets, only the shops on both sides, some of which are still open.

There are fewer pedestrians on the road, and even if there are, they are in a hurry and dare not delay on the road.

In some places, houses have collapsed on a large scale, which is obviously affected by the aftermath of the battle between the cultivators.

"This group of people is really hateful, so unscrupulous." Mao Xiaozei said with hatred.

"This is a mortal. Without strength, they are just ants in the eyes of cultivators. No one cares about their life or death." Huo Lian said indifferently.

"But who was not a mortal before cultivation?" Xingxi showed a trace of pity.

"That's why these sects will fight for the territories of these mortals. Mortals have a large population base and good fertility, which can provide some fresh blood for these sects. Even if the cultivation talent of mortals' offspring is not as good as that of cultivators, the base is large enough, and there will always be some talented people. If not, more chores and outer disciples are also good." Xing Yishan said calmly.

"Why are you so sentimental? We are zombies now, not mortals, nor ordinary cultivators. We are all people who have died once. Why think so much?" Yu Jin said indifferently.

Everyone looked at him strangely. Yes, they are all people who have died once, and they still worry about what others do.

"Master, when do we start?" Yu Ji looked at Ye Ming and asked.

"Start now, Yu Jin is right, we are all zombies, we are aliens in the world of cultivation, everything is based on improving strength, without strength, we are also the existence that everyone shouts and beats. Come to Yihongyuan to find me after you finish." Ye Ming said with a murderous look on his face.

"Yes."

After the words fell, except for Xingxi, everyone else dispersed.

Xingxi's cultivation was too weak, and it was not suitable for her to go out alone, so she stayed with Yeming to set up the formation together.

Yihongyuan, the largest place in Fufeng City, was still open for business even under such circumstances.

And compared to before, the women in Yihongyuan are working harder now.

Because the guests they receive now are no longer ordinary people, but demonic cultivators.

Most of them are disciples of the Ghost Blade Sect, and there are also some small sects or casual cultivators attached to the Ghost Blade Sect.

If they serve these immortals who seem to be high above them well, they may really be able to fly up to the branches and become phoenixes, so how can they not work hard?

These demonic cultivators also experienced the beauty of mortal women for the first time, and they became more and more deeply involved in it.

However, now that the major sects have decided to distribute the Yuhun Sect and the spirit stone mine through competitions, the number of cultivators left in Fufeng City is not large, and their cultivation is average.

Because of this, they did not notice that in the whole Fufeng City, some gray and gloomy air began to float in the air, and there was corpse poison in these gloomy air.

Perhaps this kind of gloomy air was not much, and it had almost no effect on them, the monks, so they did not notice it.

But some strange things still happened in the city.

"Dong Dong Dong ~"

In a remote charity cemetery, there were more than ten coffins at this time.

These were people who died tragically due to the monks.

They were lucky enough that someone collected their bodies, and most of them were ignored.

The originally quiet and gloomy charity cemetery kept hearing the sound of "Dong Dong Dong", which added a bit of horror to the already weird charity cemetery.

At this time, there was only one mortal night watchman resting here in the charity cemetery.

After hearing this sound, he immediately stood up in horror and turned his head to look around.

Soon he found the source of the sound.

The dozen coffins placed in the center of the charity cemetery were actually trembling slightly at this time, and there were knocking sounds coming from inside.

A chill rose from the soles of the night watchman's feet, and he couldn't help but start to panic.

Although he lived in the world of cultivation and had heard rumors about zombies and evil spirits, they were just rumors after all, and he had never seen them.

If he had seen them, he probably wouldn't be standing here safely.

"Bang bang bang~"

There were more than a dozen sounds of coffin boards being blown off, and more than a dozen stiff figures jumped out of the coffins. These people died miserably, and some had already begun to rot.

There were white worms crawling on the wounds.

These people had evolved into zombies at some point, the lowest level of white zombies, which were weaker than the zombies that Ye Ming had first refined.

"Ghost~"

The night watchman let out a heart-wrenching roar, then threw the lantern in his hand and turned and ran.

"Bang~"

Perhaps because he was running in a panic, the night watchman didn't notice and bumped into the pillar behind him and fell straight down.

One of the zombies closest to him jumped to the night watchman's side, grabbed him and bit his neck.

The bright red blood was sucked into the zombie's body, and the night watchman's face gradually lost its color and his body became a little shriveled.

After the zombie let go of the night watchman's body, the zombie's movements became much more flexible and his limbs were not as stiff as before.

After the night watchman's body fell to the ground, it quickly stood up, followed the other zombies, and walked out of the charity cemetery.

In a private house, a white lantern was hung high, with a big word "bury" written on it. Three mourning banners were inserted outside the mourning hall, floating in the night wind.

Inside the mourning hall, there was a bloody figure lying, with blood dripping from his body occasionally, "drip drip" on the stone slab, forming a puddle on the ground.

A middle-aged man who was guarding the spirit, perhaps because he was too sleepy, fell asleep leaning against the corner of the wall, and snored.

As a gust of cold wind blew, the bloody woman in the middle of the mourning hall stood up at some point and jumped to the ground.

Then he looked at the unconscious man in the corner of the wall, and jumped to the man.

The man suddenly shivered all over, and was affected by the cold air. He woke up slowly and opened his eyes to see the woman in front of him.

"Wife, why are you up? It's still dark, why don't you sleep a little longer?"

The man was about to close his eyes, and then he seemed to think of something, and suddenly his eyes widened, looking at the woman in front of him, his wife, in disbelief.

"You, you, you..." The man stared at the woman in front of him with his eyes wide open.

The woman grabbed him.

The man was even more frightened, and the terrifying force from the woman's arms made him unable to even resist. He felt the bone-piercing coldness from the woman's hands, and the two sharp fangs in the woman's open mouth, and he didn't know what was going on.

"Ah~~~~" The scream broke the silence of the night.