hotmtlnovel 72. This is milk powder, from 3 Deer.
72. This is milk powder, from 3 Deer.
This aura of death spread rapidly in all directions, like a moving thick fog.
The originally cold moonlight was completely swallowed up the moment it came into contact with the corpse energy.
The entire cypress forest was shrouded in the aura of death, becoming a forbidden zone that no living person could approach.
Then, something even more terrifying happened.
The surrounding soil began to churn violently.
One by one, withered, rotting arms covered in lividity suddenly emerged from the ground.
One, two, ten, hundreds...
Hundreds of zombies, covered in long green fur and even a few with long red fur, staggered out of the ground.
Under the control of the silver-armored corpse, this legion of hundreds of zombies moved with stiff yet swift steps, surging towards Jiang Chen, who was surrounded in the center, from all directions like a tidal wave.
What started as a one-on-one fight instantly turned into a brawl.
Jiang Chen had also read through supernatural tales like "Zi Bu Yu".
Although the stories inside were inevitably rather bland compared to the wildly imaginative and fantastical novels of today, the systematic classification of ghosts, gods, and zombies left a deep impression on him.
According to Yuan Mei's records, zombies were mainly divided into eight categories: purple zombies, white zombies, green zombies, hairy zombies, flying zombies, wandering zombies, lying zombies, and uncorrupted bones. Among them, uncorrupted bones, wandering zombies, and lying zombies were regarded as the highest level or "the level of immortals".
The uninvited guests before them were mostly green zombies, their bodies stiff and unafraid of swords and blades, making them formidable creatures that ordinary people would find difficult to deal with.
What's more troublesome is that there are also more than a dozen hairy zombies covered in long red hair mixed in with them.
These hairy zombies are swift, incredibly strong, and have bodies as hard as iron; they already possess some of the strength of flying zombies.
Under the control of the silver-armored zombie, hundreds of zombies formed an impenetrable encirclement, roaring and howling, like a black tide sweeping towards Jiang Chen in the center.
Despite the mountain of corpses and the sea of corpses, Jiang Chen's expression remained calm.
The electromagnetic whip in his hand was like a living thunder dragon, leaving a dazzling blue trail in the air with each swing.
"Snapped!"
One of the green zombies that pounced first was struck in the waist by the electromagnetic whip and flew backward, emitting black smoke.
Like a turtle that has been overturned, it struggled on the ground for a long time but was unable to stand up again.
"Slap! Slap! Slap!"
Jiang Chen brandished his long whip, lashing away the approaching zombies one by one; the weaker ones were even snapped in two by a single lash.
Jiang Chen deliberately restrained the dissipation of energy to avoid damaging more graves and urns, which made his offensive somewhat constrained.
Under the relentless onslaught of the zombie horde, Jiang Chen gradually began to find himself in dire straits.
He would sometimes lash out with his whip, sometimes dodge, and sometimes kick away a lunging zombie, his movements looking rather clumsy.
Taking advantage of the moment he was fighting off the zombies on his side, a hairy zombie silently pounced from behind, its sharp claws aimed straight for his back.
Without turning his head, Jiang Chen nimbly rolled to the side, dodging the sneak attack.
The hairy zombie's claws missed their mark and instead dug deep into the ground.
During this roll, Jiang Chen's left hand accidentally landed on a pile of white powder on the ground.
These are the scattered items from the urn shattered by the aftershocks of the palm lightning.
If nothing unexpected happens, it is ashes, but the sensation from my fingertips is somewhat strange.
wrong.
The feel of this touch is nine parts, or even very, wrong.
It's delicate, sticky, and even has a faint...sweet, fishy smell.
This is definitely not ashes.
After a person dies and is cremated, what remains is mainly a mixture of calcium phosphate and some inorganic salts. The powder should be dry, coarse, and granular.
If the temperature is insufficient and the combustion is not complete, there will still be some bone fragments remaining, which would not be as fine as ground flour.
Jiang Chen's mind was filled with doubt.
He kicked away the green zombie that lunged at him again, and taking advantage of a moment, he grabbed a handful of white powder from the ground with his left hand and brought it to his nose to smell it.
It doesn't have that distinctive carbonized smell of cremated remains... What a damn bastard.
Jiang Chen's gaze swept over the vast, neatly arranged tree burial cemetery in an instant.
Tree burial, urn, flour...
After connecting all of these points, a reasonable conclusion gradually took shape in his mind.
What a blatant usurper!
What a clever deception!
They lure unsuspecting families into entrusting their loved ones' remains to them under the guise of environmentally friendly and elegant tree burials.
Then they used this cheap milk powder to impersonate cremated remains, put it in a jar, and buried it with great fanfare.
The real corpses were secretly taken away and transformed into these fearless zombies.
If nothing unexpected happens, those relatives and family members will remain in the dark for their entire lives.
They will only think that the environment here is quiet and the service is attentive, and they will even recommend it to their friends, and even reserve a "feng shui treasure land" for themselves in advance.
Jiang Chen also had to admit that this method was indeed very good, very discreet, and faster and safer than tomb raiding.
Speaking of tomb raiding, this place isn't far from the scenic area, and Jiang Chen didn't dare to think about whether it would also be targeted there.
It's pathetic, laughable, and hateful!
In an instant, Jiang Chen understood.
This is not a cemetery where the dead can rest in peace.
This is a corpse-refining ground that, under the guise of warmth and compassion, openly collects corpses for industrialized production...
Jiang Chen's gaze pierced through the layers of corpses and landed on the silver-armored corpse hiding behind the horde of zombies, controlling the zombies.
"Using flour instead of ashes to preserve real corpses through corpse refining and necrosis—what a clever method!"
The silver-armored corpse chuckled and said, "You're wrong. That's not flour, that's Sanlu milk powder. It's cheap and comes in large quantities..."
Sanlu milk powder!
Jiang Chen: (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧|→
boom!
In his rage, the plasma heart inside Jiang Chen's chest cavity actually emitted a roaring sound.
The last trace of worry in Jiang Chen's heart completely vanished.
Since the urn doesn't contain ashes, there are no souls resting here, only a group of fooled and pitiful people, and a bunch of wicked beasts.
Then what is there to worry about?
With a casual wave of his hand, Jiang Chen caused the lightning whip, formed from electromagnetic binding, to dissipate into the air.
What followed was pure, undisguised destruction!
A deep blue light, like the rising sun, suddenly emanated from Jiang Chen's body.
The network of meridians on his body, formed by lightning strike patterns, was activated to its fullest extent at this moment, shining brightly and making him look like a thunder god descended to earth.
An incredibly powerful electromagnetic field, centered on him, formed a huge hemisphere and expanded wildly in all directions.