[Fantasy] Toothless Zombie (Complete) - 3

Chapter Seven: The Birth of the Zombie Instructor

The female doctor stared at Lanling in terror.

The sudden, bizarre change in the examination room pushed her mental fortitude to the limit; she almost screamed.

Her pretty face was deathly pale as she stared at Lanling. The flickering light made the man's face look incredibly sinister. She mustered her courage and said, "I'm warning you, don't get any funny ideas. I know self-defense."

As she spoke, she slowly moved towards the window, where there was a phone to call the police and a window to open for help.

Before she even reached the window, everything changed.

The eerie scene in the room returned to reality as if waking from a nightmare. The man who had just looked sinister covered his mouth with his hand, looking at her with a panicked expression…

A thug who knows martial arts is unstoppable. It seems this guy doesn't know martial arts and is scared by her self-defense.

The female doctor's courage grew, and her steps towards the window quickened.

Lanling saw her thoughts and inwardly cursed, "Damn it, now's not the time to worry about teeth. I'd better get out of here!"

The moment the thought crossed his mind, Lanling immediately turned tail and ran.

As the saying goes, "A wise man submits to circumstances," and from this perspective, Lanling was definitely a hero among heroes…

He glanced at the female doctor, turned, and fled. Before leaving, he didn't forget to sneakily slip the box of dental models into his pocket.

As he ran out of the clinic, the female doctor regained her courage and shouted from the window, "You bastard, if I see you again, I'll knock out all your remaining teeth!"

Watching Lanling's retreating figure, running away without looking back, the female doctor couldn't help but laugh. She glanced back at the treatment room; although this guy had annoyed her, everything was still perfect. It seemed she could smoothly pass tomorrow's test as planned.

After tidying up the examination room, the female doctor sat on the chair and muttered to herself, "Finally, I can be free! Haha, I can prepare for graduate school entrance exams during the day and go to Grandpa Su's artifact appraisal class at night. IELTS, don't forget your dream, you must become a female archaeological explorer, exploring ancient civilizations on ancient artifacts! Go for it! Go for it!"

Lanling ran back to the abandoned factory where he was hiding, sat in a corner, panting as he recalled everything that had happened that night.

After a moment, he took out the box of dental models from his pocket, randomly picked two teeth, and slowly brought them to his mouth.

The spot where the fangs had been was now filled with a magical suction, and the two teeth were attracted to the fangs as before.

Lanling stood up and slowly circulated his zombie energy, trying to test how much energy the teeth could withstand.

When the energy reached a certain level, the teeth instantly turned into powder. A look of joy appeared on Lanling's face; he had tested how much zombie energy the teeth could withstand.

Looking at the remaining box of teeth, Lanling was overjoyed. With these teeth, as long as he didn't use more zombie energy than the teeth could handle, he could keep them intact and maintain a small amount of energy. Compared to his current miserable situation, this was heaven.

Moreover, Lanling believed that using that little bit of zombie energy would be enough to get some money to replenish his blood plasma, and he wouldn't have to fear sunlight like he did now, only able to appear at night.

As dawn broke, the sunlight gradually spread across the land…

Looking at the bright sunshine outside, Lanling, who had been living a nocturnal lifestyle for many days, began to feel restless. He decided to go outside for a walk to relax.

He picked out two more teeth, but to his annoyance, apart from the two pairs of canines he had damaged, the rest of the teeth were all front teeth…

Damn it!

Looks like he couldn't laugh now. If someone saw that such a handsome man had four front teeth, they'd laugh their heads off!

Lanling, who was always quite satisfied with his appearance, reluctantly and helplessly picked out two relatively small front teeth and, following the same steps as before, placed them in the fang positions.

Strangely enough, his teeth seemed to have an automatic adjustment function. Originally, the gap in the fang positions was far too small to accommodate the dentures the size of his front teeth, but during placement, the teeth on either side of the fangs automatically moved, widening the gap, so that the two front teeth fit perfectly in the fang positions…

After slightly circulating his zombie aura, Lanling felt that everything was as perfect as he had imagined, and he strode outside.

If a person is down on their luck, it's never so easy for their luck to turn around.

Lanling was quite a distance from the factory entrance. As he excitedly strode forward, just as he reached the entrance, he felt a change in his teeth. Then, his body, exposed to the sunlight, emitted a puff of white smoke. With a scream, Lanling suddenly lunged towards a nearby ledge, using it to block the sunlight.

Crouching behind cover, looking at his exposed skin, reddened by the sun, Lanling inwardly groaned. It seemed that even if the energy he was circulating didn't exceed the dentures' capacity, the dental model wouldn't last.

Looking at the distance he had just covered and calculating the time, it was only about three or four minutes. This meant that even without energy, the dental model could only maintain its shape for a short time.

It seemed the bone teeth were too weak.

Lanling's eyes lit up. He pulled out the gold tooth from his pocket and tested it against his lips with his fingers, only to be utterly disappointed. The original fangs didn't react to the gold tooth. It seemed only bone could attract energy and temporarily replace the fangs…

Bone?

Lanling quickly took out the pair of fangs that had been knocked out of his pocket. The once blood-red fangs were now black and looked old and worn.

Lanling tried to bring the fangs closer to his mouth, hoping for a miracle. Unfortunately, there was no reaction. Like gold teeth, the fangs couldn't fit into Lanling's mouth. Upon closer inspection, the black fangs in his hand had an eerie metallic sheen; it seemed that after leaving his body, the fangs were no longer made of bone, but had transformed into a different material that surprised even Lanling.

Lanling's face was extremely pale. His previous excitement had vanished. It seemed his life was destined to continue its bad luck; the sunlight would only grace him for three or four minutes at most. Of course, he could use all the tooth models at once to extend the energy circulation time, but there was only one box of tooth models. Could he bear to use them all at once?

With his current abilities, obtaining another box of such tooth models seemed difficult. If he wanted to buy them, he had no money; if he wanted to steal them, his energy was too weak, only enough to be a hero for three minutes before he could be beaten to a pulp.

"Damn it, I really want to find a zombie, break off its teeth, and put them on myself!"

Lanling muttered. He knew this was just wishful thinking. Leaving aside whether zombies even existed in this world, even if he did encounter one, could he break off its fangs? After all, his strength had degenerated to the point where he was weaker than an ordinary zombie.

After pondering for a long time, Lanling picked up the newspaper with the job advertisement again.

It seemed that to survive, he needed to earn some money first. Blood plasma, tooth models—none of these could be obtained without money…

Night fell.

Lanling left the abandoned factory and, following the address in the newspaper and the memories of the Qinglong City street layout absorbed from Sophia's mind, walked quickly.

About half an hour later, Lanling stopped in front of a large building.

After glancing at the newspaper in his hand, Lanling let out a long breath and strode into the building.

Knock knock…

Lanling found room 3018, as mentioned in the newspaper, and gently knocked on the door.

“Come in,”

an aged voice called out.

Lanling pushed open the door and entered the room.

The room wasn't large, designed like a hotel room, except that the bed had been replaced by a huge desk. Several glass cabinets lined the walls, containing many antiques, including incense burners, bronze tripods, and so on.

Based on Lanling's knowledge of antiques, although he didn't know the history of this world and couldn't say the dynasty in which the artifacts were made, he could accurately determine the age of each artifact.

Hmm…

once he brushed up on the history of this world and deduced the dynasty based on the artifacts' age, he could probably definitely handle the lecturer position. The salary wasn't high, but at least it could buy blood plasma.

“Hello, sir, is there something you need?”

A voice made Lanling shift his gaze from the antiques to the old man sitting in a rattan chair in the corner.

The old man was about sixty years old, with gray hair and gold-rimmed glasses. He had a kind face and easily won people's favor.

"Oh, hello..."

Lanling said politely. To be honest, applying for a job was a first for him. If he hadn't been forced into this situation by bad luck, he would never have taken this path. He had thought applying for a job was no big deal, but now that he was actually in this environment, this once arrogant zombie god was actually as nervous as an ordinary young man.

"Are you here to register for the assessment class? Oh, that's in the next room,"

the old man said with a smile.

"Uh... I... I'm here... to apply for a lecturer position,"

Lanling said, his face flushed.

"A lecturer? You?"

The old man straightened up and looked at Lanling with interest.

"Yes, that's me."

Lanling secretly breathed a sigh of relief, easing his nervousness. Damn it, he was so embarrassing!

"Have you seen our requirements for lecturers?"

the old man asked.

"I've seen it. You need to have a deep understanding of cultural relics, and at least a bachelor's degree,"

Lanling said.

"Oh, so where did you graduate from? Can I see your diploma?"

the old man asked with a smile.

"Sure!"

Lanling nodded, and as he spoke, he rummaged through his clothes. After a moment, he said helplessly, "I'm sorry, I came in such a hurry, I think I forgot it at home. Can I give it to you next time, next time when I go to work?"

This was the excuse Lanling had prepared beforehand. A diploma? Damn, has anyone ever seen a zombie with a diploma? He'd put it off for a while, get the job first, and then worry about whether he'd get it later.

The old man seemed to read Lanling's mind, smiled, and said, "Since you dare to apply here, it seems you're quite confident in your knowledge of artifact appraisal?"

Lanling replied, "I should be able to handle this job."

"Heh, I like confident young people. In that case, just pick any artifact from there and tell me about it,"

the old man said, glancing at the surrounding glass cases.

Lanling didn't move, simply looking at the old man.

"What? Having trouble? Young man, confidence is a good thing, but you should at least have the ability to match that confidence!"

the old man said, somewhat disappointed.

Lanling smiled and said, "Old sir, all the antiques here are fakes. What do you want me to tell you? These are at most ten years old; do you want me to explain the techniques used to make them?"

The old man's eyes lit up. Just as Lanling said, all the antiques in this room were fakes. These fakes had been meticulously crafted to appear ancient. He had used this question to test others before, and many had been able to spot the fakes.

However, Lanling, after entering the room and in such a short time, without even examining the antiques closely, could accurately identify them as fakes and even determine their age…

The old man, who had been immersed in archaeology for decades, admitted he didn't possess Lanling's abilities.

A true expert's skill is immediately apparent. Lanling's performance immediately earned the old man's praise and trust. Alas… if he knew Lanling could only fool people with this, what would he think?

"Impressive! Impressive! Young man, you truly impress me!"

The old man beamed and gave him a thumbs-up, praising him sincerely.

Lanling secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but he was still a little nervous, afraid that the old man would produce a genuine artifact for him to appraise.

"Uh... what about my job?"

Lanling hurriedly asked.

"No problem, no problem, you are absolutely capable of this job, it's just a bit of a waste! How about you teach in the daytime class? You are definitely capable of earning the same pay as those professors!"

the old man said with a smile.

"Daytime?"

Lanling shook his head like a rattle-drum, saying, "Daytime is not an option, I don't have time..."

"Oh, is that so? That's a pity, but your choice is lucky for those students in the night shift, hehe."

the old man laughed heartily.

"When can I start working?"

Lanling asked anxiously. He hadn't drunk any blood plasma for over a day, which was almost reaching his limit, so he looked pale and haggard.

"Tomorrow, tomorrow our appraisal class officially starts. It'll be from 7 PM to 9 PM tomorrow, so don't be late!"

the old man said.

Oh my god!

Another tomorrow?!

Good heavens!

Is this some kind of life-or-death situation?!

Lanling was confident he could endure another day without blood plasma, but he couldn't guarantee he'd still have the energy for class after that.

Seeing Lanling's troubled expression, the old man asked in surprise, "What's wrong? Is there some difficulty?"

"No, nothing's wrong, it's just..."

Lanling hesitated, his face turning red. Damn it, this awful bad luck! It's made him feel like a completely different person. All the majesty he once possessed as a zombie god has gradually faded away. He's like an ordinary person now—no! He's even more destitute than an ordinary person.

"Just what? Just tell me if you have any difficulties. If I can help, I will."

The old man, already showing interest in Lanling's talent, said with concern.

Damn it!

I'll risk it all! In the face of hunger, who cares about saving face!

Lanling looked up and said, "Sir, could I get an advance on my salary? A month's? Oh, if you have difficulty, half a month's would be fine too. I really need the money right now." "

Do you have any identification documents as collateral?"

the old man asked.

"No,"

Lanling replied.

"Oh, I see..."

The old man's face showed a troubled expression. He said, "The cultural relics appraisal class has never had such a precedent. An advance on salary requires some collateral. You should know that you haven't started class yet, and this is our first meeting..."

Lanling was immediately disappointed. Just as he was about to turn and leave, the old man suddenly smiled and said, "The cultural relics appraisal class cannot offer advances on salary, but I can lend you some myself. You can pay me back when you get your salary."

"You trust me?"

Lanling was overjoyed, but asked with a very doubtful expression.

"I believe in you. With such talent, you will achieve great things sooner or later. You are just a hero in distress now. Young man, I have high hopes for you! I, Su Qingyuan, have never misjudged anyone,"

the old man nodded and said.

For the first time, Lanling felt gratitude towards someone. In his long, immortal years, no one had ever praised him like this.

"Look at my memory! I still don't know your name!"

the old man suddenly slapped his forehead and said.

"My name is Lanling,"

Lanling replied.

"Lanling, hehe, how much do you need to borrow?"

the old man asked.

"How much can you lend me? Don't worry, I'll definitely pay it back,"

Lanling assured him.

"Is one thousand Tianlong coins enough? If not, you can borrow more from me. Don't worry, I absolutely dare to lend it to you, hehe, your salary is five thousand Tianlong coins,"

the old man said with a smile.

Lanling calculated. A bag of blood plasma cost three hundred Tianlong coins, and one thousand was only enough for three bags. If he held back, these three bags of blood plasma could last at least ten days. As for what happened after ten days, that was another matter. Being able to lend him money on their first meeting was already very kind to Lanling.

"Thank you, one thousand is enough,"

Lanling said gratefully.

The old man readily pulled out a few banknotes from his pocket and handed them to Lanling. Lanling accepted them with both hands, expressing his gratitude.

"Thank you, sir. How should I address you?"

Lanling smiled and asked.

"Just call me Professor Su. My name is Su Qingyuan, a retired professor from Tianlong University,"

Su Qingyuan said with a smile. The more he looked at this young man, the more he liked him. In his experience, a young man with such talent who had fallen to such a state was probably not good at social interaction, not tactful enough, and too difficult to integrate into society, thus suffering from unfulfilled potential.

If Lanling knew what Su Qingyuan was thinking, he wouldn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"Sir, could I borrow that book for one night?"

Lanling's gaze was suddenly drawn to a thick book on the desk. The title was "The Complete History of the Wind and Cloud Continent." What he currently lacked was historical knowledge. If he were given one night, he could use his extraordinary memory to finish the book. Although he wouldn't know it by heart, it would probably be enough to get by in this antique appraisal class.

"What a studious lad!" Su Qingyuan's goodwill towards Lanling deepened once again. He readily handed the book to Lanling, saying, "Take a look if you want. I have many more books in my collection. Come to my house sometime, and feel free to borrow anything you need."

Lanling was secretly delighted and said, "Thank you so much. If there's nothing else, I'll be going now. See you tomorrow, Mr. Su."

"Good, go back and get some rest. You need to be energetic on your first day as a lecturer. Hmm, it's best to shave and change into clean clothes. You know, the first impression you give to students is very important,"

Su Qingyuan said, sizing up Lanling.

Lanling nodded repeatedly, wishing he could leave immediately so he could quickly go to that unscrupulous doctor at the hospital to buy some blood plasma...

Chapter Eight: Enemies Meet on a Narrow Road

In the abandoned factory, Lanling poured the last drop of blood into his mouth. Looking at the shriveled blood bag, he couldn't help but feel a little unsatisfied.

After consuming the blood plasma, Lanling felt a bit stronger. He stood up and let out a long sigh.

The bad luck seemed to have moved away a bit; at least the successful job interview tonight was a good start.

A moment later, Lanling took out the "Complete History of the Fengyun Continent" he had borrowed from Su Qingyuan and quickly flipped through it, absorbing the knowledge within using his extraordinary memory.

From this book, Lanling gained a deeper understanding of this unknown world.

The Fengyun Continent was divided into two continents, East and West, much like the Eastern and Western Hemispheres of his original world.

Throughout history, it had witnessed many dynastic changes, and its history spanned a staggering ten thousand years—far longer than the history of his original world.

The book contained an astonishing amount of knowledge. Despite Lanling's superhuman memory, unique to zombies, it wasn't until noon the next day that he had grasped the general outline of everything.

He closed his eyes and reviewed the information he had learned. Once he was certain that this knowledge was sufficient for his work as a lecturer in the artifact appraisal class, he opened his eyes, took a few deep breaths, leaned back against the wall, and rested, waiting for time to pass and night to fall.

As the sunset faded and night enveloped the world…

Lanling quickly washed his face with a working tap in the factory, straightened his clothes as much as possible, and left the abandoned factory, hurrying towards the artifact appraisal class.

Since it was the first day of class, the entrance to the building where the appraisal class was located was quite lively, with students of various ages and attire continuously entering.

Seeing this, Lanling couldn't help but marvel at the enthusiasm for archaeology in the Fengyun Continent.

Following the students into the building, just as he entered the elevator, before the doors even closed, a girl ran towards it, calling out, "Wait, wait…"

Lanling instinctively looked at the girl…

Oh my god.

It was her!

The woman Lanling had been cursing in his heart, the culprit behind all this—Qiu Yan!

What a twist of fate!

As Qiu Yan drew closer, Lan Ling couldn't help but curse the two lecherous men at the elevator entrance. Damn it, seeing how pretty Qiu Yan was, they were delaying closing the elevator doors.

The power of a beautiful woman was undeniable!

This was evident from the moment Qiu Yan entered the elevator, when the surrounding men made way for her and kept stealing lecherous glances at her.

Unlike the men, the women's eyes were filled with jealousy.

Almost the instant Qiu Yan entered, she became the center of everyone's attention, except for Lan Ling. Although he was certain Qiu Yan hadn't seen his true face when he attacked her last time, he still instinctively lowered his head.

After finally making it to the elevator that led to the floor where the appraisal class was held, Lanling deliberately dawdled and was the last to step out.

The cultural relic appraisal class was indeed extravagant, having booked the entire floor, with classrooms categorized by subject area in addition to the teachers' offices.

Su Qingyuan was already standing at the door of his office. When he saw Lanling from afar, he waved and said, "Lanling, you're here early."

Lanling smiled and walked up to Su Qingyuan, saying, "As a lecturer, how can I be late? You told me that the first impression a lecturer makes on students is the most important."

Su Qingyuan nodded in satisfaction, looked Lanling up and down, frowned, and said, "Lanling, is that one thousand yuan a bit too little? Are you having financial difficulties? You can tell me."

Lanling looked at Su Qingyuan and immediately realized that it was his unchanging attire that caused the problem. He couldn't help but laugh and said, "Mr. Su, I'm used to being sloppy, haha. I was in a bit of a rush when I came, so I forgot to change."

As he said this, Lanling secretly smiled bitterly. Damn it, who would want to wear such tattered clothes? In the past, Lanling would never wear a piece of clothing more than three times. Unfortunately, times have changed, and one must speak according to the situation.

Lanling's smile, in Su Qingyuan's eyes, was a forced one. He assumed Lanling came from a poor family and couldn't afford new clothes. Seeing Lanling's nonchalant smile and his displayed talent, Su Qingyuan couldn't help but feel sympathy for him and secretly decided to help this talented young man.

"Lanling, I forgot to tell you, I've discussed your request for an advance on your salary with the other managers, and they've decided to make an exception!"

Su Qingyuan said.

"Ah?"

Lanling was stunned, almost shouting out loud, "My luck has turned! Finally, my luck has turned!"

Taking the stack of Tianlong coins from Su Qingyuan, Lanling's gloomy mood lifted. At least with this money, his blood plasma for this month wouldn't be a problem. Hmm... if he was frugal, he could even buy a set of dental models.

"Lanling, are you ready for your first lesson? What do you plan to teach?"

Su Qingyuan asked with concern.

To be honest, Lanling hadn't really thought about this question. When Su Qingyuan asked, he paused, hesitated for a moment, and said, "I'm planning to divide the appraisal into several categories: jade, calligraphy and paintings...etc. These students are probably all beginners; if I talk to them all together, they might not understand..."

Lanling was just talking nonsense, but his confident manner gave the impression of being well-prepared. Su Qingyuan was quite satisfied with Lanling's idea, nodding and smiling as he listened.

Just as Lanling was getting more and more excited, a voice suddenly came from behind: "Grandpa Su..."

Su Qingyuan's gaze passed over Lanling and looked at the person who had come. His face lit up with joy, and he said, "Yasi, you're here? What, did your stubborn old man agree to let you learn artifact appraisal?"

Lanling also subconsciously turned his head. When he saw who it was, he couldn't help but secretly groan. Good heavens! This was too unlucky! First he saw Qiu Yan, and now this girl was none other than that awful dentist!

Lanling felt safer with Qiuyan, at least she hadn't seen his true face. But with this dentist, Lanling felt incredibly frustrated. This girl had seen his true face, and such an unpleasant scene had occurred. Moreover… Lanling had even stolen a box of dental models from him.

"Of course my grandpa agrees! I have my own ideals, and besides, he understands I really don't have any talent for dentistry…"

Yasi said smugly, recalling her meticulous plan that had caused the patient to scream and the clinic to descend into chaos. A sly smile crept across her face.

"You little devil, you've probably made your grandpa furious again, haven't you?"

Su Qingyuan said.

"Tch, who said that?"

Yasi pouted and said, "This time it's not what you think. My grandpa kicked me out. He said I can learn whatever I want, do whatever I want, and he won't interfere anymore. In short, as long as I don't show up at the clinic, it's fine."

After saying that, Yasi subconsciously glanced at Lanling beside her.

Although Lanling kept pretending to bend down and straighten his clothes, Ya Si still caught a glimpse of his profile. She gasped and jumped to face him, forcefully lifting his face with both hands.

"Ah! It's you! Thief, robber!"

Even with his new beard, Lanling couldn't escape Ya Si's sharp eyes, who shouted loudly.

Lanling couldn't help but smile wryly and said, "Miss, you've mistaken me for someone else, haven't you?"

"I'd mistake someone else? Let me tell you, don't try to fool me. Come on, let's go to the police station!"

Ya Si said, glaring at him, and then forcefully pulled Lanling.

"Miss, what are you doing?"

Lanling feigned panic, looking completely innocent.

"You thief, robber, have the guts to open your mouth and let me see your teeth!"

Ya Si said angrily.

"Ya Si,

stop this nonsense." Su Qingyuan, standing nearby, couldn't stand it anymore and intervened.

"Grandpa Su, I'm not making a scene! This guy is a thief and a robber!"

Ya Si shouted.

Su Qingyuan frowned and said, "You said he's a thief and a robber, so what did he steal? What did he rob?"

"Uh... he... he stole a box of dental models from my family's clinic!"

Ya Si said.

Su Qingyuan almost burst out laughing, saying, "Dental models? What use would he have for those? Besides, how much is a box of dental models worth? If he were a thief, why wouldn't he steal something valuable?"

Ya Si paused, then said indignantly, "Anyway, he stole it! No matter what he stole, he should be taken to the police station!"

Su Qingyuan's face darkened, and he said, "Ya Si, don't be so rude. This is your teacher, an expert in cultural relic appraisal. Do you think someone like that would steal your box of dental models? If you keep acting up, Grandpa Su will get angry!"

"Teacher?"

Ya Si's eyes widened instantly, looking at Lan Ling in disbelief, and said, "He's our teacher?"

"Miss Ya Si, it's a pleasure to meet you. I hope my class will be enjoyable while you learn something."

Lan Ling seized the opportunity, smiling and extending his hand, appearing forgiving.

"Ya Si, apologize to Teacher Lan Ling right now!"

Su Qingyuan said sternly.

Ya Si felt incredibly wronged. She glared angrily at Lan Ling.

"Mr. Su, it's not Miss Ya Si's fault. Maybe she mistook me for someone else. There are many people who look alike, haha, maybe I just have a common face,"

Lan Ling said "magnanimously."

Su Qingyuan looked at Lan Ling approvingly and said, "Class is about to start, you should get ready."

Then, he turned to Ya Si and said, "Ya Si, stop making a fuss. Look, even Teacher Lan Ling isn't bothering you. Since you're here, just focus on the lesson. I'll be testing you separately later."

With that, he turned and walked into his office.

Seeing Ya Si's indignant expression, Lan Ling felt secretly pleased. This feisty girl had finally learned her lesson…

"Thief! Just you wait, I'll find the evidence and send you to the police station,"

Ya Si said viciously.

"Then let's find the evidence. Until we have evidence, you're my student, and I'm very strict with my students,"

Lan Ling chuckled.

"Thief, robber..."

Ya Si muttered curses incessantly.

Lan Ling was too lazy to argue with her anymore. He chuckled and turned to walk into the night class classroom for artifact appraisal. As he entered, he glanced at Ya Si, who was still standing there, her face full of anger, and couldn't help but sneer. He thought to himself, "Little girl, if you're up to any tricks, I'll make sure you regret it!"

For an ordinary person like Ya Si who had no special abilities, Lan Ling was absolutely confident in subduing her. A pair of dental models could last for three minutes. During those three minutes, although he could only use a weak zombie aura, it would be enough to deal with a little girl like her...

When Lan Ling entered the classroom, it was in complete chaos.

Speaking of the night shift, most of the participants are adults, people with a strong interest in cultural relic appraisal who have to work during the day. Many are excited to rediscover this learning experience after settling down and starting families.

However, it must be said that these adults have much better discipline than younger people. When Lanling gently knocked on the door and said, "Let's start class,"

they immediately stopped talking and returned to their seats.

Faced with this, Lanling was overjoyed; it seemed being a lecturer was easier than he had imagined.

Just as he was about to step onto the podium, Yasi suddenly grabbed him from behind.

Lanling glanced back at Yasi, inwardly sighing at the girl's persistent pestering, but losing patience. Before Yasi could speak, Lanling swiftly pushed her out the door, pinning her against the wall, and said coldly, "Didn't you ask if I was a thief? Fine, I am. What can you do about it? Want to take me to the police station? Then find the evidence first. If you want to mess with me, I don't mind doing something I'm interested in..."

The coldness in Lanling's eyes made Yasi tremble. Her face paled as she looked at Lanling, her eyes filled with panic. She had acted impulsively out of stubbornness, but she hadn't considered the consequences. Lanling's eyes held not only coldness but also something chilling to the bone. When Lanling's gaze fell upon her, she felt as if she were naked, coiled by a venomous snake.

Lanling stared at Yasi for a moment, then released her, turning and returning to the classroom without even glancing at her.

The interaction between Lanling and IELTS had already piqued the curiosity of the students, who were all discussing it amongst themselves and looking at Lanling with gossipy eyes.

Lanling smiled and said, "Sorry everyone, I made a fool of myself on our first meeting. Professor Su told me that the first impression a lecturer makes on students is the most important. Alas... now it's terrible. Do you all think of me as a lecher? Or a violent maniac who has no mercy for women...?"

Lanling's teasing words, coupled with his extremely pained expression, created a strong comedic effect, causing the students to burst into laughter. It must be said that Lanling's way of handling things was excellent; with just one sentence, he dispelled the awkwardness and gave people a humorous impression. For

men trying to woo women, a sense of humor is definitely an indispensable "tool," especially for a lecherous old man like Lanling who has been roaming the flower garden for over a thousand years and is skilled in nectar extraction...

"Alright, enough of the nonsense. Let's start class now. We've already taken up some time. If we don't start teaching soon, it'll seem like I'm just taking a paycheck, hehe..."

Lanling said with a smile.

Just then, two heavy knocks sounded at the door. Ya Si stood there, her pretty face still pale and streaked with tears.

Lan Ling was quite surprised. He had expected that this girl, after being so frightened, would have run away immediately. He hadn't expected her to dare to come in. Looking at Ya Si's stubborn face, Lan Ling couldn't help but laugh and cry. Goodness, this girl really was a troublesome nuisance!

Although Lanling didn't want Yasi to come in, fearing she would cause him more trouble, he couldn't say anything in front of so many students. He could only nod and say, "Please come in, student. Please find your seat quickly, we're about to start class."

The students all looked at Lanling and Yasi with ambiguous eyes. In the situation that had just occurred, they naturally assumed Lanling and Yasi were a couple. After all, Lanling's sudden push of Yasi out looked more like a hug to others than a push...

Yasi glared at Lanling, quickly walked into the classroom, found an empty seat, and stared at Lanling with eyes as sharp as knives. If looks could kill, Lanling would probably have been torn to pieces by her countless times.

To Lanling's relief, Yasi didn't cause him any more trouble; she just sat in her chair, staring at him with that murderous gaze.

At first, Lanling's lectures were poorly delivered due to his first experience as a lecturer and his anxiety about the IELTS exam. He stammered and performed terribly.

Gradually, however, Lanling settled into the role and began to relax. His lectures became less rigid and more diverse, and he frequently used his humor to elicit laughter from the class.

Looking at the students' admiring eyes, Lanling couldn't help but feel a little smug. It seemed that lecturing was much easier than he had imagined. All he was doing was sharing his understanding and experience of dealing with ancient artifacts over the past three thousand years…

Little did he know that what he considered simple was incredibly rare. Three thousand years? How many people in this world could live for three thousand years? Besides, how could experts and scholars who gained knowledge based on previous research compare to his own firsthand experience? Even

when Lanling announced the end of the class, they still seemed reluctant to leave.

As the students got up to leave the classroom, their biggest topic of conversation was how worthwhile the tuition had been…

“Teacher, do you have time?”

Just as Lanling wiped his sweat and was about to leave, a voice suddenly reached his ears.

Lanling subconsciously looked over, his heart skipping a beat. The person who had called him was none other than Qiu Yan.

Qiu Yan looked at Lanling with a smile, her eyes filled with utmost respect. To be honest, at the beginning of this course, she had no confidence that this unkempt, bearded man could teach well. So, at the start of class, Qiu Yan was even drowsy, wondering if she should skip the night shift the next day.

The students' laughter startled her. Out of curiosity, Qiu Yan began to listen attentively to Lan Ling's lecture. She was so engrossed that by the time the bell rang, she realized that appearances can be deceiving and regretted not paying attention at the beginning, thus missing so much important information…

"Uh… student, is there something you need?"

Lan Ling, seeing that Qiu Yan's expression was normal, gradually relaxed. It seemed his initial worries were unfounded; Qiu Yan definitely wouldn't recognize his true nature.

"Teacher, I'd like to ask you something. You said that the characteristics of jade artifacts differ at each stage, right?"

Qiu Yan asked.

"Oh, of course. Just like people, as they age, wrinkles appear on their faces,"

Lan Ling said.

"Then can you help me look at something?"

Qiu Yan asked.

"Of course,"

Lan Ling shrugged.

Qiu Yan pulled a jade fragment the size of a fingernail from her pocket and presented it to Lan Ling, asking, "Teacher, how old is this jade?"

As Qiu Yan's hand emerged from her pocket, Lan Ling sensed a subtle energy fluctuation. His face paled, and a flash of hatred crossed his eyes.

Damn it!

This energy fluctuation was too familiar; it was the very fluctuation produced by the magic weapon that had knocked out his front teeth…

"Teacher, what's wrong?"

Qiu Yan asked, puzzled.

"Oh, nothing. I'm just so surprised, Qiu Yan. How did you get such a piece of jade? This is thousand-year-old warm jade; it's an absolute treasure."

Lan Ling composed himself and said with a smile.

"Hmm? Teacher, how do you know my name?"

Qiu Yan asked, startled.

Lan Ling inwardly cursed. Damn it, he hadn't asked the students to introduce themselves during class; how did she know her name? He almost gave himself away! Heavens! Does losing his fangs affect his intelligence?

"Uh...I..."

Lanling seemed embarrassed and said, "Qiuyan, please don't blame me if I tell the truth."

Qiuyan was even more curious and said, "Teacher, please tell me, I won't blame you."

Lanling smiled and said, "Qiuyan, you're so beautiful, so I noticed your name..."

Qiuyan's face immediately turned red. She looked at Lanling and said, "Teacher, you flatter me too much. Your girlfriend is much prettier."

"Huh? My girlfriend?"

Lanling was stunned and said.

"Yes, the lady who was late for class. Hehe, did you two have a little disagreement? Teacher, you can't be so chauvinistic. Maybe that lady is waiting outside for you to apologize to her?"

I'm speechless!

Lanling was both amused and exasperated. When did Yasi become his girlfriend?

Before he could speak, Qiuyan said, "Teacher, I won't disturb your time. I have to go back."

Lanling hurriedly said, "Wait for me, let's go out together."

Pure Yin female body!

Even though he no longer had the ability to obtain the blood of this pure Yin woman and enjoy her beautiful body, the mere thought of traveling together, even just catching a whiff of her unique fragrance, filled Lanling with immense anticipation.

Lanling and Qiuyan walked out of the building together.

Along the way, Qiuyan seized the opportunity to ask Lanling some questions about artifact appraisal, and Lanling, with great enthusiasm, combined his personal knowledge with the "Complete History of the Wind and Cloud Continent" he had crammed on the previous night, providing Qiuyan with brilliant answers.

Just as Lanling and Qiuyan were leaving the building, they suddenly saw that troublesome Yasi standing right at the door.

Qiu Yan chuckled mischievously and said, "Tch, teacher, still won't admit she's your girlfriend? Look, everyone's waiting for you. Hurry up and think of something to say about your apology, or you'll be kneeling on an abacus tonight."

When Ya Si saw Lan Ling come out, she was first stunned, then her expression turned terrified. Keeping a distance from Lan Ling, she shouted, "You bastard, you wait! I'm telling you, I won't let you get away with this! Humph, you think you can bully me? No way!"

With that, she quickly turned and ran into a taxi parked by the roadside, which sped away.

It seemed this girl was getting increasingly angry, which was why she was waiting for Lan Ling to vent her frustration. That taxi was clearly one she had already booked, just to give him a good scolding and then escape…

"Teacher, it seems you've really angered my sister,"

Qiu Yan said, looking at the taxi's disappearing shadow with surprise.

"Huh?…"

Lan Ling was even more surprised, not knowing what to say for a moment. Damn it! What exactly is Ya Si trying to do? It seems she's forcing him to make a move on her!

Qiu Yan suddenly exclaimed, "Oh my god, teacher, could it be that my sister saw me coming out with you and misunderstood? You must explain things to her properly."

Lan Ling could only smile bitterly. To be honest, since arriving in this world, most of what he'd experienced was new to him, leaving him somewhat at a loss, unsure how to handle the situation...

In the abandoned factory, moonlight bathed the ground.

Lan Ling sat in a corner, secretly cursing Ya Si. If it weren't for that woman's entanglement, he might have been able to gain Qiu Yan's favor and then possess her body. Relying on his zombie-like unique technique of absorbing essence, he could have absorbed the innate yin energy of Qiu Yan's pure yin body, increasing his own energy and ending his current miserable life.

It's over!

It's all over!

That wretched Ya Si, so unreasonable and disruptive, has made Qiu Yan think she's Lan Ling's girlfriend, thus clearly distancing herself from him through her words and actions.

To obtain the innate Yin energy of a pure Yin female body, it seems there's no other way besides force. However, with Lanling's current strength, raping a female cultivator possessing a magical artifact would be suicidal...

Sigh...

Lanling sighed, leaning against the wall, staring at the ceiling, reminiscing about his happy life in his original world.

Night deepened, and time flew by in Lanling's thoughts.

A wave of hunger and weakness washed over Lanling's body. He gritted his teeth, closing his eyes and using random thoughts to ignore the pain.

Due to his current predicament, Lanling, who used to drink fresh blood from one person every day, now had to use blood plasma, and instead of one day, he now had to use each bag of blood plasma for three days.

Ouch...

Lanling couldn't help but groan, shifting his body and curling up even tighter.

Suddenly!

A deafening roar came from outside, as if the entire ground trembled!

A mixture of blue and milky white light suddenly flashed, illuminating the world, making it as bright as day in an instant.

As the light flashed, Lanling's heart pounded. He sensed a familiar aura. After a moment's hesitation, he realized that this familiar feeling was the aura emanating from the magical artifact that Qiu Yan had used to knock out his fangs. However, this aura was far stronger than that of Qiu Yan's artifact. Lanling

, whose energy had been greatly reduced, was affected by this aura, feeling his bones and flesh stiffen and his mind become uneasy, making it difficult for him to take a step.

In this state, Lanling grabbed the box of tooth models and randomly selected two, placing them near his mouth.

With a strange suction, the two teeth filled the fangs as usual. In an instant, the zombie aura circulated throughout his body, and a faint crimson halo appeared on his skin.

Lanling struggled to control the intensity of his zombie aura, fearing he might destroy the two teeth instantly. He then seized the brief three-minute window and sprinted deeper into the abandoned factory…

When the three minutes were up and the teeth were reduced to dust, Lanling collapsed to the ground, panting heavily.

Looking back at the distance he had run, and sensing that the powerful aura was far less intense than before, Lanling relaxed. He figured the owner of the aura probably wouldn't sense his presence now.

After an unknown amount of time, a muffled thud echoed from not far from the entrance of the abandoned factory, as if something heavy had fallen to the ground.

Lanling listened for a moment, but heard nothing. After a moment's hesitation, driven by intense curiosity, he slowly approached the source of the sound.

On the ground not far from the entrance, Lanling saw a humanoid object lying quietly.

Hmm… calling it a human wasn't quite accurate; the object possessed wings nearly ten meters long. Oh, to be more precise, "bird-man" would be better.

Lanling looked at the "object" with suspicion, wondering if it was a demon.

Sparrow spirit, eagle spirit… Lanling randomly considered winged creatures capable of cultivating into demons before hesitating for a while and approaching the "object."

Come to think of it, Lanling had a greater affinity for demons than for his fellow zombies. In his past lives, he had often been entangled with beautiful female demons, who provided him with the nourishment of demonic energy.

It was a woman!

Lanling stared wide-eyed at the "birdwoman" lying on the ground. Because her face was covered in blood and dust, her features were completely obscured, so his eyes could only linger on her body. Her

high breasts were almost bursting out of her clothes, which had a tear in the front. Through the slit, he could clearly see her fair skin and the full, rounded mounds peeking out from her black lace bra.

Looking down, her hot pants were also badly ripped, revealing her white underwear and a few black pubic hairs along the edge…

Her shapely, long legs were covered in fine wounds. Most of the wounds had stopped bleeding, the blood dried and covered in dirt, while a few wounds were still bleeding. In a short time, a small pool of blood had dripped beside the woman.

"Gulp..."

Lanling swallowed hard, staring at the crimson blood. Finally, he could drink fresh blood! The delicious taste made his mouth water. In these days of struggling against hunger, the allure of blood was far stronger than that of a woman's sexy body.

Looking at the "birdwoman's" body, Lanling couldn't help but feel curious. The wings protruding from her torn clothes weren't covered in feathers like those of the succubi he was familiar with; instead, they were dark, fleshy wings, lying flat on the ground, occasionally trembling and gently flapping.

Lanling slowly approached the "birdwoman." In his current unfortunate situation, he was much more cautious than before.

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