[Fantasy] Toothless Zombie (Complete) - 14

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Chapter Four: The "Holiday" Deceived

But Lanling had no mood for enjoyment whatsoever. His heart was taut, every movement, every flow of energy, was incredibly cautious.

Beatrice had just entered the second stage of the Fox Charm Technique. Leaving aside whether Lanling's own energy was sufficient for the replenishment, the effect at this moment was immense. In the early stages of any technique's advancement, it was a crucial moment for the body's energy renewal. If Lanling successfully replenished her energy this time, Beatrice's newly refined energy would likely be completely absorbed by him, and Beatrice's own power would regress, all her efforts would be for Lanling's benefit.

*Slap slap...

* Nine shallow, one deep...

Whether deep or shallow, every movement was in sync with Lanling's breathing.

Beatrice, at this moment, was oblivious to all this.

She shook her head, letting sweat pour down, ignoring the dirt smearing her hair; all she wanted was insane physical pleasure.

A halo of energy began to emanate from Lanling's body, flowing clearly within him and eventually descending to his lower body. A pink halo also appeared on Beatrice's lower abdomen, slowly spreading throughout her body as Lanling thrust forcefully.

This halo acted like a powerful aphrodisiac, intensifying Beatrice's reaction. Her moans became more unrestrained, her eyes glazed with desire, and she gripped Lanling's arms tightly, using the pull to twist her round, full buttocks in response…

As Lanling's movements intensified, the pink halo on Beatrice's body gradually faded, flowing like water towards her lower abdomen and down to her lower body.

Lanling's breathing became long and even, his movements appearing extremely strenuous, each thrust seeming to exhaust all his strength.

He had overestimated his own abilities. Although he had successfully extracted the pure Yin essence from the early stage of the second level of this seductive technique, his current strength was simply insufficient to digest such a large amount.

Feeling the physical comfort and the surging energy within him, Lanling reluctantly gave up on the act of replenishing her essence. While yin essence was precious, pushing her body to its breaking point would be a greater loss.

Fortunately, as Lanling had initially imagined, not all of Beatrice's yin essence had been drained. Although her power had somewhat declined, it wasn't by much; she was still at the second level, not completely reverted to her original state.

With the most important thing over, it was time to fully enjoy herself.

Lanling's expression softened as he began to savor the physical pleasure, opening his mind and body, immersing himself in the wonderful lovemaking…

For a long… long…

two pale bodies intertwined, tumbling and rolling, releasing their desire with primal movements.

Moans and thrusting became the main themes of the night.

Having obtained Beatrice's yin essence, Lanling felt refreshed and in high spirits, naturally intensifying his enjoyment.

After being sexually exploited by Lanling, Beatrice's body became more sensitive, and her lust seemed to intensify, manifesting in a more frenzied manner. Lust dragged this self-proclaimed noblewoman into the abyss; every thrust, every moan, was more wanton than any other woman…

The night deepened.

All sounds gradually faded, until finally, heavy breathing filled the vast abandoned factory space.

Beatrice lay prostrate on Lanling's body, their lower bodies still firmly joined, the milky white, viscous fluid drying and then overflowing again. It

was too frenzied; she didn't know how many times she had reached the peak of desire with Lanling's thrusts, only that she no longer had the strength to move.

Reason gradually returned, but she didn't overreact as before. In fact, after experiencing this repeatedly, Beatrice had become numb.

Looking at the strong man beneath her, and the lingering excitement on his face, a bitter feeling welled up in Beatrice's heart.

She wanted to leave immediately, but she simply didn't have the strength, or perhaps she simply didn't want to admit it—it felt so good right now… Since she had already succumbed again, she might as well let this feeling linger a little longer.

Lanling kept his eyes closed; he knew that opening them at a time like this was definitely not a wise move. It was safer to leave this vixen, who wanted to maintain a virtuous facade even after being a wanton woman, some dignity.

A moment later, Lanling felt a lightness on his body; Beatrice had struggled to leave his.

Her fair skin was covered in dirt, and especially at the end of her shapely, long legs, a milky-white, viscous liquid was trickling down.

Lanling opened his eyes a crack and saw this lewd scene, causing his lower abdomen to heat up, and he almost became aroused again.

Although he hated Beatrice, he had to admit that this woman was absolutely top-tier in his cultivation regimen; in his consistently unlucky life, she was the only exception.

Beatrice dragged her weary body back to the platform. The little fox suddenly leaped into her arms, gently licking the sweat from her body. It seemed the little fox loved the sweat from their lovemaking as much as blood.

Beatrice let the little fox lick her skin, her beautiful face showing a complex expression as she looked at Lanling, who was still lying on the ground.

This despicable man was far too dangerous. Beatrice sighed inwardly. Before Lanling returned, she had almost endured the agony, but his return was like a fuse lit, instantly extinguishing her previous joy.

Perhaps… she should just kill him. A cold thought flashed through Beatrice's mind, a chilling murderous intent appearing in her beautiful eyes. After hesitating for a moment, she took a step.

Then, Beatrice stopped.

She thought, she was struggling with her own body; after all, it was an experiment. Who knew if her previous near-success was just a coincidence? If in the end she still couldn't overcome her body's desires, where...where would she find another man?

Beatrice's pretty face flushed crimson, as if blood might spill from it at any moment. Such thoughts were incredibly lewd, yet undeniably true. Having endured countless torments of lust, only to ultimately succumb to its power, she had absolutely no control over her body.

Gradually, the murderous intent in Beatrice's beautiful eyes faded, disappearing completely. Lanling also secretly breathed a sigh of relief, inwardly cursing Beatrice as a complete pervert, always managing to scare him so fiercely.

Beatrice leaned gently against a pillar, her body tilted, her curves accentuated. In the soft moonlight, she resembled a goddess statue. But in Lanling's mind, no matter how beautiful this statue was, it was still a lewd goddess, because...the wetness on her legs hadn't dried...

"You! Go!"

Beatrice suddenly said coldly.

She remembered Lanling's words about making more money and leaving for a few days. This wasn't necessarily a bad thing; just a few days, even if her experiment failed. The torment of the past few days was bearable. If he couldn't overcome his physical desires, then he would have no choice but to let this despicable man live a little longer.

If he could truly endure the burning desire these next few days, he could not only escape this humiliating life but also completely erase this filthy life from his sight…

Beatrice's little plan was quite clever, while Lanling was overjoyed. Ha, reality was much easier than he imagined.

"Master, you mean…"

Lanling opened his eyes, struggled to stand up, and even feigned a frown, rubbing his lower back.

Seeing this, Beatrice felt incredibly ashamed and wanted nothing more than to kick this bastard's head off!

"I said get out,"

Beatrice said angrily, filled with shame and indignation.

Lanling didn't want to play dumb and was eager to finalize the matter, so he hurriedly said, "Master, you mean you're allowing me to go on this business trip?"

Bili nodded expressionlessly, hesitated for a moment, and asked, "How many days?"

"Seven days, it'll be quick. And the client told me they'll prepay half the salary. I calculated it, and it's just enough to buy the blood plasma for these days..."

Lanling said ingratiatingly, secretly laughing to himself. Blood plasma? Unrefrigerated blood plasma, after seven days, who knows what kind of rotten smell it would have. Damn it, it

would be best if this woman got a stomachache. Bili, however, wasn't thinking about any of that. She was only calculating whether she could endure the torment and ultimately succumb to her physical desires for those seven days.

After a moment, Bili nodded firmly. She had to try, no matter what!

After all, these days were more painful than hell, especially the torment of her soul, which had almost brought her to the brink of collapse.

With his plan succeeding, Lanling felt a weight lifted from his shoulders and could now explore Tianfo Mountain without hesitation. As for the blood plasma he had promised to Beatrice…

that was easy enough. Wasn't there that heartless, fat man in the hospital who dreamed of becoming a vampire?

A satisfied smile crept across Lanling's lips, a smile tinged with a sinister undertone in the shadows. He glanced at Beatrice, who was painstakingly practicing her seductive arts. He began to wonder what level her seductive arts would reach in seven days. He was sure to have a feast of nourishment then.

Everything seemed too perfect, but reality was

far from it. As the morning sun streamed into the abandoned factory, and the sun shone brightly outside, Lanling realized with a start that he had overlooked the most crucial point:

the sunlight!

For so long, Lanling hadn't dared to test the waters again. The feeling of being scorched by the sunlight terrified him from the bottom of his heart. This wasn't simply a fear of physical pain, but the psychological crisis was far more tormenting.

But now, fear was useless; the trip to Tianfo Mountain forced him to confront this difficulty directly!

The archaeological team wouldn't be like him, a zombie, active only at night; they operated mostly during the day. What could he do?

Lanling stared blankly outside, letting out a long sigh. He wondered if his recent improvements would allow him to withstand the sunlight.

He had to try, no matter what.

Sigh…

if it didn't work out, he'd have to change plans, abandon the expedition, and act alone.

If that came to that, the situation would be even worse.

He couldn't move during the day, couldn't even conduct basic tracking, and everything in this world was still so unfamiliar. He didn't even know which direction Tianfo Mountain was…

Lanling glanced at Bilis, seeing her meditating with her eyes closed. After a moment's hesitation, Lanling slowly stood up and cautiously walked towards the nearest patch of sunlight.

Ah…

A muffled groan escaped his lips, followed by a pungent, acrid smell that filled the abandoned factory. Lanling stared at the burn-like wound that had instantly appeared on his hand, his spirits plummeting. It was over… utterly over…

As Lanling screamed, Beatrice abruptly opened her eyes. Seeing Lanling's condition, a flicker of sadness crossed her eyes before she closed them again, ignoring him. Still relying on his hands? How could that possibly be enjoyable? [Forum reputation guaranteed! 3D male masturbator anime virgin physical sex toy highly realistic genital shape! Intense and irresistible! Click to enter]

Don't misunderstand, her sadness wasn't because of Lanling, but because it stirred up her own troubles. She thought of the time she was burned by the sun when she suddenly awakened, before her energy had upgraded. Of course, she also subconsciously thought of her deceased brother.

Lanling turned around, his steps heavy, his expression dejected. What should he do?

Chapter Five: Creating Corpse Slaves.

A whole day had passed, watching the sunrise turn into a blazing sun, and then into a sunset-filled sky.

Lanling habitually and secretly touched the patterns of the sealing array on the small black cauldron, his mind a jumble of thoughts he didn't even know himself.

Being unable to move during the day meant there were many things he couldn't do. Sigh… he was already unlucky enough, but now there were restrictions too. He really didn't know how to turn things around.

Rely on the dental models?

Thanks to his slightly restored abilities, he could now use the dental models to exceed the previous three-minute limit.

But even if he could last twenty minutes, what then?

Damn it, changing the dental models every thirty minutes? That was too troublesome, and it would easily create openings. Lanling sighed helplessly, shaking his head. For the first time in his life, he felt a strong sense of powerlessness, a feeling he hadn't even experienced when his fangs were knocked out and he was plagued by bad luck.

Suddenly!

As Lanling thought of the dental models, he subconsciously reached for the remaining models in the box beside him, only to be pricked by something sharp.

His eyes lit up instantly, his previous bad luck vanishing. Damn it, why hasn't my brain been working properly lately!

Haha, having something readily available and not knowing how to use it?

Lanling suppressed his elation, clutching the sharp object in his palm. He opened his hand, staring at the two giant python demon's fangs, and chuckled foolishly.

This thing had already been used once; when its energy was used, its lifespan was limited, but at least it wouldn't shatter into dust like the dental model.

It seemed infinitely stronger. If he didn't use its energy and only maintained a balanced energy flow, could it last much longer under sunlight?

This needed to be verified, but at least Lanling had begun to have hope.

The only drawback was that the two fangs were incredibly long—damn, each one was at least the length of a finger! Tsk tsk… Wearing such long fangs in his mouth every day wouldn't be sustainable!

However, this didn't deter Lanling. Since this was his only hope, he might as well try anything.

After pondering for a moment, Lanling stealthily moved to a corner out of Beatrice's sight, found a flat stone on the ground, placed the fangs on it, stared at the tooth model beside him, and after a moment's thought, began to act according to his plan.

Swish, swish…

a faint sound gradually rose…

"Damn, I wonder if this will work…"

Lanling muttered under his breath, but didn't stop working.

A moment later, he exclaimed in surprise, "Holy crap, it actually works…"

Good heavens!

So this guy had been busy all this time, actually using the stone to grind down the two giant python demon's fangs! Grinding according to the shape of the tooth model, he wondered if he would end up losing everything, not only failing the experiment but also destroying the two fangs.

Beatrice, immersed in the pink aura of the fox-like charm technique, paid no attention to Lanling's actions. In fact, even if she heard any sounds, she wouldn't have come to check.

The little fox in her arms seemed to suddenly sense something, abruptly opening its eyes and darting around wildly. Then, it abruptly left the pink aura surrounding Beatrice and darted towards Lanling like lightning.

Lanling was startled by the fox's arrival. He turned to look at Beatrice, who remained still, and then relaxed, glaring at the fox, "Damn it, dare to make a sound? I'll crush you right now!"

Whether the little fox understood or not, it gently nudged Lanling's arm with its head. Lanling, focused on the fangs, shoved the little fox aside, saying, "Stop messing around, you bastard!"

Then, he buried himself in his work again, beginning his grand "fang-grinding" project!

The little fox remained silent, sneaking over to Lanling's side, seemingly watching Lanling's movements with great interest. It looked up at Lanling, then leaned forward slightly, beginning to lick the fang powder that Lanling had scattered on the ground while grinding the fangs...

Lanling, however, didn't notice what the little fox was doing. Although the fangs were hard and difficult to grind, at least with effort, it was making progress little by little.

Looking at the fangs that were a little shorter, Lanling happily wiped the sweat from his forehead and continued working diligently.

Progress was slow, but the results were obvious, making him extremely happy.

After a long time, Lanling looked at the fangs in his hand that were beginning to take shape. Although the shape was rather ugly, the size was almost the same as the tooth model.

Now, as long as it's usable, that's good enough. As for its shape, Lanling doesn't care at all. At worst, he can just keep quiet and act cool from now on, and not laugh.

Night fell.

Lanling was already exhausted and covered in sweat. The little fox was licking away happily, its mouth covered in dirt, but it was still searching everywhere for

the powder of the venomous fangs. Looking at the sky outside and calculating the time, Lanling decided to leave early. After all, there were limited actions he could take under Beatrice's watchful eye. He had to be careful not to make too much noise and control the range of his movements, which would slow down his work progress too much.

Lanling casually stuffed the half-ground venomous fang into his pocket, grabbed a few sharp tooth models, straightened his clothes, and quickly walked to Beatrice, saying respectfully, "Master, I'm going to work. I'll be back soon tonight. If the client can get an advance on their salary tonight, I'll buy the blood plasma for you too."

"Hmm."

Beatrice didn't even open her eyes, and nodded lightly.

Lanling was eager to leave this awful place, so without further ado, he quickly walked towards the gate of the abandoned factory.

Watching Lanling's retreating figure, the little fox let out a couple of reluctant cries, licked its lips with lingering satisfaction, and wobbled back to Beatrice's side…

Feeling the gentle evening breeze, Lanling took a few deep breaths, shook his slightly sore arms, hesitated for a moment, and then headed towards the hospital. "

You fatso, just you wait! You want to become a vampire? I'll make you a more advanced zombie!"

At the hospital…

the fat doctor sat in the duty room, his eyes full of doubt. "Damn it, why didn't that sucker come last night?"

After so long, making a small fortune every night and ripping off that sucker had become a habit. The sudden lack of income made him uneasy.

Bored, the fat doctor turned on the computer, skillfully entered an address, and the page jumped to that dark and bloody vampire website again.

Scrolling through the new posts, the fat man's small eyes lit up as he replied and discussed them with great interest. He even impatiently sent several patients who came to inquire to other consultation rooms. A series of clattering sounds came from the glass window. The fat doctor

waved

his hand irritably and said, "Go look at the consultation room layout map yourself. This isn't the information desk."

"I want to buy medicine..."

a deep voice came through the glass.

The fat doctor couldn't just send him away now. As the saying goes, "a monk rings the bell every day," and if his pharmacy didn't sell medicine, he'd get complaints. Thinking about the possibility of having his salary docked, the fat man reluctantly got up, thinking he'd get rid of this troublemaker as soon as possible.

"It's you."

The fat man's eyes lit up immediately when he saw the person outside the window, his small eyes squeezing into his fat pockets as he grinned. This sucker had come to deliver money again.

Lanling stood smiling outside the window, surveying the corridor. A few patients moved about sparsely. This hospital was located in a relatively remote area and was limited in size, so it didn't have as many patients as larger hospitals during the day. This made it easier for Lanling to carry out his plan.

"Come in quickly."

After some time getting to know each other, the fat doctor and Lanling acted very familiar. At first glance, you could really think these two guys were old friends. Little did they know, both of them had ulterior motives and were plotting their own schemes.

Lanling entered the room, casually closing the door behind him. His eyes scanned the fat doctor's short, thick neck, and he inwardly vomited. Damn it, I hope I don't end up with a mouthful of oil...

"Why didn't you come last night?"

the fat doctor asked casually.

"Oh... I had some things to do last night,"

Lanling replied vaguely, his hands inside his pockets, clutching two dental models of sharp teeth.

Seeing Lanling's action, the fat doctor assumed Lanling was taking out money, so he asked with a smile, "How many bags today?"

Lanling smiled but didn't answer directly. Instead, he looked at the computer beside him and said, "Looks like you're really interested in vampires?"

"Ha, immortality, limitless abilities, if it were you, wouldn't you be interested?"

The fat doctor pursed his lips and said, "Too bad they're all just legends. It would be awesome if they really existed."

"If vampires really existed, aren't you afraid of being sucked?"

"Damn, if they bite me, I can become a vampire too, and then I'll bite others!"

the fat doctor said excitedly.

Then, the fat pig said lecherously, "You've seen vampire movies, right? The female vampires in them are all sexy and beautiful, tsk tsk..."

As he said this, the fat doctor's eyes unconsciously shifted to the computer screen showing several computer-generated images of sexy and beautiful female vampires, he was practically drooling.

Suddenly!

The computer screen flickered abruptly, the room lights blinked, then the circuits crackled, and the screen went completely dark.

The fat man gasped, quickly unplugging all the electrical outlets, cursing, "Damn voltage!"

Suddenly… a sense of foreboding washed over him, an invisible pressure making it hard to breathe. He was astonished to see the room filled with an eerie, blood-red light.

"Fatty…"

Lanling slowly removed his hand from his mouth, calling out in a low voice.

The fat man's body jolted violently, his chubby cheeks trembling. He slowly turned around, staring in utter terror at the unfortunate victim floating in the air, bathed in a blood-red aura…

"B-Big Brother… no… no pranks…"

This situation was beyond the fat man's comprehension. He stammered, desperately hoping it was just a scary prank…

Lanling grinned. Even though the model of the sharp teeth hadn't changed much in shape, looking like two human canine teeth, the presence of two blood-red canine teeth in this environment was enough to make anyone scream.

Ah…

The fat man opened his mouth to scream in terror, but then Lanling's hand reached out and grabbed him forcefully. The fat man's eyes bulged out, his hands clutching his neck, gasping for breath, unable to make a sound, as if an invisible hand had truly gripped his throat.

"Didn't you want to be a vampire? I'll grant your wish. You will become my corpse slave, a being superior to vampires."

To be honest, Lanling still didn't understand what a vampire was, but he instinctively felt that zombies were far superior to vampires in this world. At least, he sensed from Beatrice that Beatrice's energy attributes were somewhat similar to those of a zombie, but far less pure and powerful!

Ugh…

The fat man's eyes were filled with terror, his chubby face turning a purplish-red. His heavy body, pulled by an invisible hand, slowly lifted off the ground, kicking wildly in the air and making indistinct noises.

A bewitching smile bloomed on Lanling's face. He stretched out his arm and slightly pulled back, while the fat man's body gradually moved closer to him.

Whoosh…

Lanling's arms suddenly opened, and the surrounding lights exploded simultaneously. The fat man's hands seemed to be controlled and separated, his body unable to move.

Lanling slowly drifted to his side, the sharp teeth model emitting a blood-red color as energy circulated.

"Ugh..."

Fatty screamed in terror as the monstrous-looking victim lunged at his neck, then fainted from fright.

Lanling bit into Fatty's neck, sucking up his blood, his fingers deftly moving with seemingly boneless grace, drawing in the surrounding zombie aura, some of which flowed into Fatty's body...

Moments later, the room was utterly silent.

The floor was littered with shards of glass. Fatty lay on the table, breathing evenly as if asleep. The two small red spots on his neck were barely visible. Lanling, however, had already left the room. Corpse slaves have a short adaptation period, changing their body structure in their sleep. He could return after finishing his appraisal class; there was plenty of time.

As for Fatty's zombie slave level, that depended on his fate.

If Lanling were at his peak, with undamaged energy, Fatty's level would directly advance, becoming an armored zombie impervious to sunlight. But now, Lanling himself is vastly different, and he has no idea what level a zombie slave would reach under such conditions. One thing is certain, though: the zombie slave will be forever loyal to its master…

Ugh…

At the corner of the alley outside the hospital, Lanling spat out the tooth model powder from his mouth, glanced at the hospital in the distance, chuckled, and strode quickly towards the Cultural Relics Appraisal Class building.

The Cultural Relics Appraisal Class floor was bustling with activity tonight.

Students chatted excitedly in small groups. Su Qingyuan had already sent out messages, using his connections to invite several well-known scholars from the archaeological team to give a lecture.

Giving up their rest time to attend the Cultural Relics Appraisal Class, the students' interest in archaeology was naturally unquestionable; in this field, those scholars were like idols to them.

Qiu Yan had arrived early and was currently surrounded by several familiar students, smiling broadly as she recounted her experiences at Su Qingyuan's home and her interactions with the scholars, drawing envious glances. Qiu Yan wasn't one to seek the limelight, but discussing her idols with like-minded friends was a common pastime for a girl her age.

Especially when talking about Ya Jie, Qiu Yan's admiration was palpable, praising Ya Jie for being approachable and down-to-earth, like a friendly aunt next door.

Hearing this, Lan Ling couldn't help but sneer inwardly. He truly didn't understand what had caused the current rift between that hypocritical woman named Ya Jie and Ling Xue. However, it seemed Ya Jie was employing a roundabout strategy to get closer to Ling Xue.

As Lan Ling approached, Qiu Yan's eyes lit up in the crowd, and she called out loudly, "Teacher Lan Ling!"

Recently, Qiu Yan's attitude towards Lan Ling seemed to have improved considerably, something Lan Ling had longed for. Every time this happened, he was overjoyed.

Damn it, it seems that IELTS's scheme not only failed but actually helped him. Young girls, after all, have a rebellious streak, especially a smart and stubborn girl like Qiu Yan. How could she believe just one side of the story?

They trust their own judgment... even if it's wrong...

Lanling smiled warmly, greeting the students around him. Approaching the crowd, he asked with a grin, "Qiu Yan, is there something you need?"

"Teacher Lanling, I... I have something I'd like to ask you..."

Qiu Yan said, her face slightly flushed, a little embarrassed.

Ask me?

Wow!

Lanling was overjoyed. This was too easy! Asking him meant Qiu Yan didn't consider him an outsider!

Tsk tsk... at this rate, as long as he used some advanced dating techniques, he wouldn't have to worry about not winning over this innocent, pure-blooded beauty soon.

"What is it? As long as I can do it,"

Lanling puffed out his chest and promised.

Qiu Yan's pretty face instantly blossomed into a radiant smile, her exquisite beauty enhanced by the smile, enough to make anyone's eyes light up and their heart flutter. Even Lanling, a seasoned veteran of countless romances, couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement.

Qiu Yan quickly walked to Lanling's side and whispered, "Teacher, you're so kind..."

Wow!

This almost coquettish tone was incredibly alluring, making Lanling feel a surge of impulse, wanting nothing more than to immediately hold this captivating beauty in his arms and have his way with her.

But reason told him to calm down, to be patient, to take things one step at a time, and he wouldn't fail to win over this beauty.

"Hehe, you're my student, and if you need my help, it's my duty as your teacher,"

Lanling said with a smile, suppressing his excitement.

The surrounding students chuckled at Qiu Yan's actions, but showed no surprise, seemingly already aware of her purpose.

"Teacher Lanling, could you please talk to Professor Su and ask if we could go on an archaeological trip to Tianfo Mountain together? This is the best internship opportunity, and we really don't want to miss it,"

Qiu Yan said softly.

Damn it…

smiles never bring good things. This hot potato had been thrown into Lanling's hands, leaving him with a headache. In the eyes of those so-called scholars, what was he, a mere novice, worth? If it weren't for Su Qingyuan's influence and repeated recommendations, he probably wouldn't even have this opportunity.

Seeing Lanling's troubled expression, Qiu Yan's spirits also sank.

She had a great interest in archaeology; otherwise, she wouldn't have been willing to reduce her training time to come here for evening training and lectures.

For her, the Tianfoshan Ancient Temple Ruins were more than just archaeology. Lately, she'd frequently heard her master muttering that name to himself. Could the Tianfoshan Ancient Temple Ruins be connected to cultivation?

Unfortunately, even with her intense curiosity, she couldn't go.

First, Song Yunzi would never allow her to interrupt her cultivation for such a long time, and second, her overly doting mother wouldn't allow her to go so far.

However, there was a solution. When she enthusiastically described those prominent figures in the archaeological world, her aim was to arouse her classmates' curiosity so they could nominate her to ask the teacher if they could organize a summer camp-like group to visit Tianfoshan.

If things went well, with the training course as the pretext and so many classmates going together, neither Song Yunzi nor her mother would have any reason to strongly stop her.

To satisfy her intense curiosity, our little beauty Qiu Yan was quite cunning…

In fact, Qiu Yan had already tentatively made this request to Su Qingyuan, but was firmly rejected.

Left with no other choice, Qiu Yan turned to Lan Ling. She knew Professor Su valued the erudite Teacher Lan Ling highly, and Teacher Lan Ling was so approachable to his students. If he agreed to help, things might be much easier.

"Teacher Lan Ling…"

Qiu Yan whispered, looking up at Lan Ling with urgent pleading.

Lan Ling inwardly groaned. Damn it, he'd been blinded by lust! He'd made such a bold promise without even knowing what was going on. Now he was in deep trouble, like a clay Bodhisattva crossing a river. Sigh…

For the sake of his grand scheme of seducing the girl, for the pure Yin beauty, and most importantly, to reverse his current predicament and recover his cultivation as soon as possible!

Lanling had no choice but to nod reluctantly, saying helplessly, "I'll try, I can only do my best..."

"See, I told you Teacher Lanling is the best!"

Qiu Yan's gloomy expression vanished, replaced by a bright smile as she giggled at the students beside her .

Only then did Lanling realize that she had unwittingly walked into the trap this little girl had set for her...

Chapter Six: The Blasphemy of Eyes

When Lanling knocked on Su Qingyuan's door and entered his room, Su Qingyuan was studying the route map on the table.

Seeing Lanling enter, he beckoned her over and pointed to the map, saying, "Lanling, take a look at this map. The red line marks our route. Using transportation, we can only reach the edge of Tianfo Mountain. It's at least two days' hike to the ancient temple ruins. We need to keep a low profile this time. So we have to rely on ourselves, which means you'll have a lot of work to do..."

"It's alright, I'm young, it's an honor to serve so many seniors,"

Lanling said with a smile.

Su Qingyuan nodded in satisfaction and said, "Take a look first. I'll call and remind the others about the equipment preparation. If anything is overlooked, it will be too late."

Lanling nodded in agreement, pretending to look at the map, but what she was thinking about was how to bring up Qiu Yan's matter. She figured she definitely wouldn't get permission, but at least she had to fulfill her obligation and bring it up.

After making a few phone calls to confirm the equipment preparations, Su Qingyuan turned to Lanling and noticed her absent-minded expression. He whispered, "Lanling, something on your mind?"

Lanling quickly looked up and smiled at Su Qingyuan, saying, "Just now, our classmate Qiuyan..."

Before he could finish, Su Qingyuan chuckled and waved his hand, saying, "I know about that girl. She came to me, but I refused. This archaeological expedition is of great significance, not just sightseeing. Her intentions are good, but there's no need to go to Tianfo Mountain. We could have found an ancient tomb site we've already investigated and let them learn on-site."

Lanling couldn't help but smile wryly. This girl had clearly tricked him. She had already said it herself once, yet he still managed to get rejected here...

Hmm?

A strange thought suddenly flashed through Lanling's mind, filling him with doubt.

Was Qiuyan really that interested in archaeology?

Qiu Yan had gone to great lengths to reach Tianfo Mountain. To others, her actions would simply be seen as mere curiosity, but to Lan Ling, things seemed more complex.

Others might not know, but Lan Ling knew that Qiu Yan was a cultivator, and a rather powerful one at that.

Furthermore, Lan Ling had realized that the Tianfo Mountain ancient temple ruins held hidden secrets, matters that extended beyond ordinary people… Tsk tsk, had the cultivation world also taken notice of the Tianfo Mountain ancient temple ruins?

Recalling the fierce battle he had witnessed outside the museum that day, Lan Ling suddenly understood.

It seemed he had been too eager to explore Tianfo Mountain, ultimately simplisticating the situation.

Their archaeological team was just an ordinary group; their initial purpose in going to Tianfo Mountain was purely academic research. In other words, they were in the open, but what lay hidden?

Cultivators!

And then there were those incredibly powerful so-called True Martial Artists, and even demons…

Cold sweat instantly broke out on Lanling's forehead. Damn it, this trip to Tianfo Mountain was truly fraught with danger!

If he revealed any weakness, these cultivators, True Martial Artists, demons… anyone could kill this unlucky fellow.

Lanling's thoughts raced, trying to figure out how to survive in this predicament.

The best way, of course, was to stir up trouble and then secretly fish in the muddy waters, but was that even possible?

After a moment, Lanling secretly made up his mind. Screw it, whatever happens, happens. He'd take the plunge. Rather than living this miserable rookie life, he'd rather risk everything and try his luck. If he could find something useful in the ancient temple ruins, his life would change, and his former life as a zombie god would return.

"Lanling… Lanling…"

Su Qingyuan called out repeatedly, seeing Lanling lost in thought.

Huh? Lanling suddenly snapped out of his daze, gave an awkward laugh, and said, "Old Su, I'm sorry."

"Are you having a headache and not knowing how to tell Qiuyan and the others? It's obvious they've pinned their hopes on you, knowing you're the easiest person to talk to, haha… You're still young, too thin-skinned. As a teacher, sometimes you must stick to your principles. Sometimes a refusal might make them unhappy in the short term, but it will be beneficial in the long run."

Su Qingyuan actually thought Lanling's absent-mindedness was due to his thin skin…

tsk tsk… If someone truly considers another person a good person… then everything will be explained in a positive light in his eyes.

Su Qingyuan's words made even this old zombie with a body of steel blush. In such a dark world, a kind person like Su Qingyuan is already a rare find…

"Old Su, you're right,"

Lanling said, standing up.

Su Qingyuan laughed heartily, "However, approachability is also an essential quality for a teacher, and I think you're quite good at it. You've become so popular with the students in such a short time; in their eyes, you're much more popular than this old man."

Lanling chuckled dryly, "How could I? I'm just a greenhorn; I wouldn't dare compare myself to you , sir

." Su Qingyuan smiled and said, "Lanling, keep up the good work! This opportunity means you've officially entered the core of the archaeological world. The future depends on you. I believe you'll be stronger than this old man."

"You are my role model, my eternal goal!"

Lanling said, seemingly very firmly.

Su Qingyuan laughed and waved his hand, saying, "Let's not flatter each other here. When those professors come later, observe them from the sidelines. Their experience will definitely help your future. Take this map and familiarize yourself with the route."

Lanling nodded quickly, picked up the map, carefully folded it, stuffed it into his pocket, said goodbye to Su Qingyuan, and turned to leave the office.

Outside, Qiu Yan and the other students had been waiting. Seeing Lan Ling emerge, Qiu Yan rushed forward, eagerly asking, "Teacher Lan Ling, did Professor Su agree?"

Lan Ling wouldn't have been so hesitant with anyone else, but he was facing Qiu Yan, for the sake of his plan. He didn't want Qiu Yan to have any negative feelings towards him.

"This…"

Lan Ling looked at Qiu Yan with some difficulty.

At this moment, Su Qingyuan, seeing the situation outside, got up and walked out of his office. He chuckled and said, "You guys not only ran into a wall yourselves, but you also made Teacher Lanling lose face here. You should give up on this idea. Don't forget, you're just students in the evening tutoring class. You all have your own jobs during the day. How can you let something like this interfere with your work? I've decided, if you really want to do an internship, I'll personally organize a trip for you to the Heavenly Sacrifice Platform ruins at Qinglong Cliff during your vacation. Don't mention this incident again."

Su Qingyuan smoothed things over for Lanling, who was naturally overjoyed. Su Qingyuan had played the bad guy, and judging from his words, even if things didn't work out, Qiu Yan and the others would have to thank Lanling. After all, Lanling had lost face because of Qiu Yan. After

Su Qingyuan finished speaking, he didn't give Qiu Yan and the others a chance to speak, turned around and went into the office, closing the door behind him.

The students saw that Su Qingyuan had made his decision, and as Su Qingyuan said, they had only been interested in archaeology and had forgotten about their daytime jobs. Getting leave wasn't that easy. Losing a paycheck might be a minor issue; losing their job over such a leisurely trip would be a huge loss.

After exchanging a few polite words with Lanling, they dispersed, each rushing back to their classrooms to prepare for the scholars' arrival.

Archaeology was merely a hobby; meeting these experts, whom they had previously only seen in newspapers or on television, was enough for them.

"Qiuyan, I'm sorry…"

Lanling said softly, his face full of guilt.

Qiuyan, on the other hand, felt embarrassed. Though her beautiful eyes betrayed her disappointment, she forced a smile and said, "Teacher Lanling, I'm the one who should apologize. I caused you to be scolded by Professor Su."

Lanling smiled and said, "It's nothing. In my eyes, he is my teacher. It's normal for teachers to scold students."

Qiuyan giggled, "It's normal for teachers to scold students? Teacher Lanling, why don't you scold us?"

"You are all so studious and respectful of your teachers, how could I bear to scold you?"

Lanling said magnanimously.

"Oh... I see. So Teacher Lanling was scolded for disrespecting Elder Su..."

Qiu Yan seized on Lanling's slip of the tongue and said playfully.

Lanling was immediately amused and exasperated. It seemed that women had two sides from a young age. This little girl usually seemed aloof and unapproachable, but once you got to know her, she immediately revealed her mischievous nature, making her hard not to like.

"Teacher Lanling, are you angry?"

Qiu Yan looked at Lanling with sparkling eyes and said softly, "I thought our Teacher Lanling was always so humorous. It seems it's only during lectures? Hehe, I was just teasing you."

Although Lanling's motives towards Qiu Yan were not pure, he was also infected by Qiu Yan's laughter and chuckled. This was the first time he had laughed so sincerely since coming to this world.

"Qiu Yan, if you really want to go to the Tianfo Mountain Ancient Temple Ruins, I promise you, I will definitely bring you a souvenir from there."

Lanling said with a smile.

"Really?"

Qiu Yan exclaimed in surprise, but her expression immediately dimmed. If the Tianfoshan Ancient Temple ruins were truly related to cultivation, how could Teacher Lanling have obtained anything useful?

However, out of politeness, Qiu Yan still expressed her gratitude.

Just as Lanling was about to strike while the iron was hot and seize this opportune moment to build a closer relationship with Qiu Yan, a commotion suddenly broke out at the elevator...

A group of students rushed over, and as the elevator doors opened, two security guards stepped out to maintain order.

After the students quieted down, they made way for several archaeologists, led by Ya Jie, who had been seen at the banquet the previous night, and they stepped out of the elevator.

It must be said that Ya Jie, this mature woman, was extremely skilled in dressing and makeup, and even more so in the art of fashion.

At this moment, her light makeup and gentle smile made everyone present feel as if they were bathed in a spring breeze. This first impression alone made everyone feel favorably towards her, and there was absolutely no sense of disrespect. In their hearts, this famous and beautiful female scholar in the archaeological field was their goddess, high above all others.

She was merely their goddess; in Lanling's eyes, this woman was just his prey. Anyone who angered him would suffer a terrible fate sooner or later.

As Ya Jie appeared, Qiu Yan quickly walked over.

Lanling stood still, his expression indifferent, his eyes darting through the crowd, freely appraising Ya Jie's body.

While others showed no impropriety, Lanling was utterly blasphemous. Looking at the perfect curves outlined by Ya Jie's well-tailored black suit, Lanling wished he could see through the eyes to admire this hypocritical woman's voluptuous body.

Ha, I wonder if this woman's hypocrisy extends to the bedroom… Lanling snorted coldly, a strange smile forming on his lips.

Ya Jie and the other scholars greeted the students warmly.

The arrogance they displayed in front of their peers was completely replaced by feigned friendliness. Damn it, Lanling always thought of himself as a master actor, but compared to these guys, he seemed far inferior.

Suddenly!

The door behind Lanling opened, and Su Qingyuan, hearing the commotion outside, walked out of the office. Looking at Ya Jie and the others, he smiled and said, "You're here early, Lanling. Go and greet them. Make sure you impress them in the future, okay?"

Impress them?

What a load of rubbish! What I really want to do is show off my skills in bed to that woman Ya Jie!

Although Lanling thought this way, he couldn't show it at all. After all, Su Qingyuan was his only benefactor, and he felt a deep affection for this kind old man.

So he nodded and said, "Professor Su, I will do as you say and try my best to gain their favor."

Su Qingyuan smiled and said, "Young people's rough edges need to be smoothed out through interpersonal interactions. Lanling, sometimes, for your own benefit, you have to temporarily abandon your principles. Of course, the principles I'm talking about cannot cross the bottom line of morality. Do you understand what I mean?"

"Professor Su, I understand. I will not let you down."

Lanling touched his nose and said, "I'll go and make the arrangements right away."

With that, Lanling strode forward to greet the scholars warmly and led them to the classroom.

During this time, he also gave Yajie a few perfunctory compliments, walking side by side with her with a smile on his face, as if he had already forgotten about what happened last night.

As Lanling walked, he introduced the classrooms and offices on this floor to Yajie, occasionally turning his head to give her a gentlemanly smile, appearing extremely polite.

Wow!

Such a deep cleavage... Every time Lanling turned his head, his eyes would quickly glance downwards...

Ya Jie was at least a head shorter than Lan Ling, and from this position, Lan Ling could see the neckline of her suit, revealing glimpses of black lace. Her fair skin and the deep cleavage squeezed out by her bra were fully visible to Lan Ling. This guy seemed to be welcoming her warmly, but in reality, he was taking advantage of Ya Jie.

Damn it, she's wearing a black lace bra! Judging from the pattern on the edges, it's probably lingerie. What a despicable woman! She looks like a high-minded scholar, but she's actually a repressed slut! Lan Ling thought to himself with a cold laugh.

Ya Jie wasn't stupid. In fact, she had seen far too many men's lecherous gazes over the years.

As Lan Ling walked beside her, she could clearly feel that burning gaze constantly scanning her neckline, which filled her with immense shame and indignation. She couldn't believe that the person Professor Su Qingyuan had repeatedly praised was such a lecher!

Despite her deep disgust for Lanling, she couldn't overreact at this moment. He was only lewdly looking at her body; there was no evidence. Besides, this guy seemed very good at disguising himself; he was clearly doing something vulgar, yet he acted like a gentleman.

Walking beside Lanling, Ya Jie felt a sense of foreboding. This man made her feel extremely dangerous, and she had an urge to get away as quickly as possible.

Unfortunately, even though she tried to quicken her pace and shake off Lanling's pursuit, he clung to her like a leech. No matter how fast she walked, he would stay close by, ostensibly introducing her, but actually insulting her with his eyes.

Ya Jie felt extremely uncomfortable; to be precise, she felt a chill run down her spine.

In the past, if she had seen a man look at her like that, although she would feel uncomfortable, she would subconsciously feel a little smug.

Logically, at her age, she should be past her prime, but thanks to her natural beauty and meticulous care, she became increasingly charming and alluring, looking no less captivating than, and perhaps even more so than, young women in their prime. This mature charm was honed through life's experiences, and this captivating allure always gave Ya Jie a strong sense of superiority when she looked in the mirror alone…

But now, this man's gaze completely extinguished her pride; instead, she felt as if she had been stripped naked, a venomous snake coiling and twisting over her bare body, leaving her icy cold and chilled to the core.

"Professor Ya Jie, we've arrived…"

Lan Ling said softly.

Ya Jie suddenly snapped back to reality; the torment was finally over. Without even glancing at Lan Ling, she quickly walked to the seats reserved for them at the podium, hastily sat down, and folded her arms over the desk, firmly concealing her ample breasts.

Lanling watched Ya Jie's actions and couldn't help but sneer. It was just a small lesson; with his current strength, using a bit of the zombie's fear technique was still quite effective against a weak-willed woman like Ya Jie.

For the entire class, Lanling sat in the students' seats, listening to their questions and the scholars' answers.

His gaze remained fixed on Ya Jie's every move, unconcerned about being noticed. In fact, he hoped this insatiable, hypocritical woman could read the ambiguity in his eyes. "Damn it, you're ruthless, so I'll be ruthless too! Even if I'm a tiger fallen into the plains, it's not your place to bully me!" Ya

Jie sat on the platform, feeling extremely uncomfortable under Lanling's gaze. Last night, she hadn't expected this slovenly man to have such audacity, and such a vulgar and despicable one at that. No wonder Ling Xue hated him so much.

As mentioned before, Ya Jie had seen countless men's lustful gazes, but she had never imagined that a man's lecherous look could be so troubling. That gaze, never leaving her body, seemed to penetrate her clothes, brazenly profaning her naked form.

Under such circumstances, Ya Jie was unsettled, and her answers to questions were naturally absent-minded and far below par.

Ironically, among the scholars, she was the most noticed and asked the most questions. Her erratic performance disappointed most of her admirers, who secretly felt that this renowned and beautiful professor was a disgrace, performing worse than their teacher, Lan Ling.

Lan Ling, seeing this, felt incredibly pleased, truly venting his anger.

There was no other way; doing this might seem like bullying the weak, but that was the truth. Trying to fight a rock with an egg was the act of a reckless fool, but if a weakling dared to bully him, he would crush it!

Su Qingyuan, who had been peering in from the doorway, was also very puzzled. What was wrong with Ya Jie today? Her unusual behavior—was it because of Ling Xue? Most likely, Ya Jie had run into a snag with Ling Xue again… Su Qingyuan sighed, secretly lamenting the messy relationship between the mother and daughter. He then instructed the others to play the dismissal music to quickly extricate Ya Jie from the predicament. As

soon as the dismissal music rang, Ya Jie's departure from the classroom appeared to Lanling as a hasty retreat. After this incident, Lanling concluded that Ya Jie and her daughter Ling Xue were complete opposites. Ling Xue was strong-willed and unyielding, while Ya Jie, seemingly elegant and aloof, was actually extremely weak inside.

Ha…this is much more interesting…

As Lanling left the building, Su Qingyuan gave him a few more instructions, telling him the departure time for tomorrow and repeatedly emphasizing that he mustn't be late.

Lanling readily agreed, not bothering to wait for Qiu Yan to try and build rapport with her, and hurried towards the hospital.

Judging by the time, the fat man's body modification should be completed by now...

In the hospital pharmacy, the shards of glass scattered on the floor had been cleaned up. A young nurse sat on a chair, somewhat frightened. To dispel her fear, she turned her phone's music up to the maximum volume, playing it repeatedly, which sounded particularly jarring in the quiet night.

Bang bang...

Lanling gently tapped on the glass.

The nurse trembled suddenly, looking at Lanling in fear, her finger pressing a red button.

Tonight was an eventful night for the hospital. She never expected that a criminal would actually target the hospital and rob it here... Hmm, thinking back, when Lanling left, the mess here really did have the feel of a crime scene.

"Huh, where's Dr. Long?"

Lanling recognized the fat man's name tag and vaguely remembered that his surname was Long. It was laughable, really; his appearance was practically an insult to his own surname.

Then, to allay the nurse's fear, Lanling smiled and said, "I'm his friend. We agreed to come here to pick up some things."

"He...he's in the ward upstairs!"

the nurse exclaimed urgently, her eyes warily fixed on Lanling. If this guy didn't leave, she wouldn't hesitate to press the alarm.

"Oh, oh...I know, sorry to bother you..."

Lanling waved politely and turned to walk towards the elevator leading upstairs.

There was a strange connection between the corpse master and the corpse slave. Now that he knew the fat man was upstairs, Lanling was sure he could find him.

Asking the nurse was simply to save effort; searching extensively without knowing his location would probably waste several dental models.

Inside the elevator, Lanling subtly wiped his hand to his mouth. Over time, his use of dental models had become increasingly skillful, and the movement looked quite elegant.

A faint red aura of zombie energy emanated from his body...

Lanling stared at the camera in the elevator, smiled slightly, and a flash of red light appeared in his eyes, causing the camera to tremble instantly.

Meanwhile, in the hospital's security department, the security guards were all intently watching the computer screens. Although the previous robbery at the hospital hadn't resulted in significant losses, they couldn't afford to be complacent. However, the screens they were seeing now had their network completely disrupted by Lanling, displaying only repetitive loops of images. Especially the screen connecting to the elevator; the image they saw wasn't Lanling at all, but a bloated old woman.

The elevator stopped on the seventh floor.

Lanling stepped out, slightly twitching his nostrils, and turned to look at a dimly lit ward at the far east end of the corridor.

Just then, two female nurses emerged from the ward. Lanling's zombie-like aura instantly enveloped him, and the two nurses passed by without noticing, seeing nothing.

"Fat Long is such a coward, not a scratch, just scared unconscious!"

one of the nurses said.

"Tch, you're new here. Of course you don't know, this fatso is lecherous, cowardly, and greedy... If his uncle weren't the hospital director, he wouldn't have gotten that lucrative pharmacy job!"

another nurse said disdainfully.

"Huh? Really? I thought he was a nice guy, always smiling!"

the first nurse, obviously new, exclaimed in surprise upon hearing her companion's words.

"He's probably got his eye on you. This fatso is just a womanizer. Let me tell you, he's even stingy when it comes to pursuing girls. Once, a nurse tried dating him because she was after his family's wealth, but every time they went on a date, it was always a roadside stall in the alley, which drove her away... I heard he was already trying to take advantage of her after only two days of dating. Tell me, what kind of man is that?"

"Pah, how shameless!"

"Shameless? He's the most shameless of all..."

"Haha..."

"...

" "..."

Lanling, listening from the side, was both amused and exasperated. Goodness, this first corpse slave he developed was quite a character!

Let alone those two nurses, even this old corpse of over three thousand years had rarely encountered such an extreme scoundrel. Damn it, there was nothing he could do. Since he had already developed a zombie slave, he could only endure it. Zombies have a characteristic: if the zombie master kills its zombie slave for no reason, it will destroy some of its cultivation.

Although this amount of cultivation wasn't much, did Lanling have any power to waste right now? It would probably endanger his life.

Sigh...

Anyway, whether the fat guy is despicable or shameless, it's all towards others. A zombie slave only has one thing for its master: absolute loyalty. Tsk tsk... It's not bad to have a troublemaker under your command. Anyway, Lanling isn't a good guy either!

After the two nurses disappeared around the corner of the corridor with smirks, Lanling walked to the door of the ward and saw Fatty Long lying quietly on the bed through the window.

Lanling's eyes gradually turned blood red, until his entire pupils were covered in a crimson hue. He could see that every cell in Fatty Dragon's body was undergoing violent changes. The drop of zombie blood he had injected into Fatty Dragon's body was gradually consuming his own blood and invading Fatty Dragon's blood vessels.

Lanling was getting impatient. Damn it, everything should have been completed by now, but this fatso's transformation was still in progress. That could only mean that this guy's constitution was really too weak.

There was no time to waste here. Lanling gently opened the door and set up a layer of zombie aura at the entrance.

Then, he walked to Fatty Dragon's bedside, his palm overflowing with blood-red zombie aura, and gently swept it across Fatty Dragon's face.

*Chirp*...

Lanling's tooth model shattered again. Ignoring the discomfort of the powder in his mouth, Lanling quickly used two more tooth models.

*Ah*...

Fatty Dragon, lying on the bed, let out a muffled groan, his body trembling violently. His fat muscles seemed to have a ball of gas moving around under his skin, bulging and shifting from time to time.

Pale white fangs grew rapidly, protruding from the lips.

Lanling's eyes widened. "Damn, this is developing zombie characteristics way too fast!" he thought, "and it's already directly entered the ranks of graded zombies. Although it's the lowest level, the White-fanged Zombie, judging from its current performance, its upgrade speed will be extremely fast."

Lanling really wanted to wail. He was so unlucky that he lost all his energy, but the zombie slave he created was completely unaffected. Damn it, to be honest, he was even worse than his own zombie slave right now…

Suddenly!

The fat dragon's eyes snapped open, its bloodshot eyes fixed on Lanling.

"Stare at your mother's head!"

Creating his own zombie slave for the first time, Lanling wanted to act like his previous zombie friends treated theirs—imposing and arrogant.

But facing this fat bastard, the guy who had treated him like a fool countless times, he couldn't maintain his image.

Anyway, it was his zombie slave; what did image matter? A zombie slave was a slave, and of course, a perfect punching bag.

The slap landed on Fatty Dragon's head, and Lanling felt a slight numbness in his hand. "Damn it," he thought, "Fatty Dragon seems to have entered the final stage of Ironclad Corpse right after the modification. That's astonishing."

Speaking of which, zombie slaves and vampire descendants share some similarities.

Their absolute loyalty to their master is deeply ingrained in their minds as their bodies are modified; they only have the concept of obedience and will never entertain the thought of betrayal.

Of course, compared to the fake vampire descendant Lanling created by Beatrice, Lanling was clearly much more successful.

"M-Master..."

Fatty Dragon's eyes widened in astonishment, the bloodlust in them vanishing. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. Wait... isn't this the sucker? How could he call him master?

Then, the scene before he lost consciousness flooded his mind like water: the bloodlust before his eyes, the incredibly eerie sucker...

"Ah! You... what are you going to do!"

Fatty Dragon trembled as he moved towards the head of the bed, his massive body creaking loudly.

Lanling chuckled, looking at his foolish zombie slave, and said, "Didn't you want to be a vampire? I've granted your wish..."

As he spoke, a red light flashed in Lanling's eyes, and a beam of red light shot into Fatty Dragon's eyes. The awakened consciousness of a zombie surged into Fatty Dragon's mind, everything so natural that he accepted the changes without question, and he began to believe he was a zombie.

"Zombie? Master, I'm not a vampire?"

Fatty Dragon touched his fangs, making Lanling envious. Damn it, he wondered if he could use these teeth if he broke them off. After thinking about it, Lanling dismissed the idea. Based on his experience, it seemed that once a zombie's fangs fell off, they were unusable. Rather than creating another unlucky soul like himself, it was better to have this wicked slave to do bad things for him.

"What's so good about being a vampire!"

Lanling said angrily.

"Vampires have wings, they can fly,"

Fatty Dragon said somewhat resentfully.

"Those with wings are called birdmen. Do you want to fly?"

Lanling said with a sneer.

"Yes, that's cool!"

Fat Dragon said subconsciously. As soon as he finished speaking, his fat body suddenly rose up and smashed a big hole in the ceiling with a bang.

Lanling watched with a mixture of amusement and envy. Damn it, Fatty Dragon was now in the late stages of the White Fang Ironclad Corpse; to fly, he only needed a single thought—far superior to him… Lanling smacked his lips, savoring the powdered tooth model in his mouth, utterly helpless.

Fatty Dragon, howling in fright, tumbled off the bed, waving his hands excitedly. He then grabbed the metal lump on the headboard, exclaiming, “Master, you are truly a god-like being! I knew it! I always knew you weren’t ordinary!”

Lanling almost burst out laughing. Damn, a corpse slave really doesn’t lose his original nature. This fat bastard can still flatter so easily. What a load of rubbish! He always thought I wasn’t ordinary? Bullshit! You’ve always treated me like a sucker; of course I’m not ordinary.

*Pfft…*

The metal lump was crushed into a ball in Fatty Dragon’s hand, causing him to scream in surprise again.

A heartless, greedy, shameless, despicable guy like him, who wants to bully others but is cowardly himself, how much he dreams of possessing powerful and magical abilities. This is also why he longs to become a vampire. And now, all his dreams have become reality...

The loyalty that has taken root in his mind makes him wish he could worship Lanling right now.

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