Thispcereekedofcorpseaura.Clearly,they’dchosenthissunlessforestasasanctuaryfromthelight.

Pale-VioletCorpse:retlydeceased,skintintedviolet.

FurredCorpse:fur-covered,iron-hardbody,agile,onlyslightlyafraidoffireorsunlight.

PaleCorpse:white-skinned,sluggish,fearslight,fire,water,dogs,andhumans.

“gratutions,youngmaster.”

“So,eightmaintypes:Pale-Violet,Pale,Virid,Furred,Flying,Wanderiombed,andUndecayedBone.FlyingCorpsesarethemostdangerous.”

“Ofcourse,butcurrentlytheonlyassigiszombieextermination.”

AsforthePaleCorpses,theywerenothreat.TheyevenfledwhenIapproached—andsiheyweresoslow,afewImmortalArtswouldeasilyreducethemtoashes.

“Nothingdifficult.APaleCorpse.It’sappropriateforsomeoyourlevel.”

Thesunlightbarelyreachedthegroundhere.Mistliheair,andthesoilwasthickwithfallenleavesanddecayedbrahestofrotanddampnessfilledtheair.

“Alright,I’llhanow.”

UndecayedBone:boneremainsenergizedandintact;withenoughessensunandmoon,itbeenace.”

ThetroublesomeohatViridCorpse.ReanimatedCorpsescarryCorpsePoison—whilePaleandPale-Violetdon’tbite,Viridonesdo.ItscultivationwasroughlyearlyFoundatioablishment—notimpossibletohaI’dobecarefulofthatpoison.

Ismiled.Itseemedshealreadyknew.

“Soundslikeawalkingdeadperson.”

ViridCorpse:greenskinandcorpseaura,fastandaggressive,fearssunlightonly.

IspottedagroupofPaleCorpses—skinwhiteassnow,shamblingslowlyinthegloom.Notfarfromthem,aViridCorpsewanderedalone,andingakindofsilentauthority.heothersdaredapproachit.

Meng’ershookherhead.

“That’sfiheway,whatexactlyisazombie?”

Thatsounded…arming.

WanderingCorpse:driftswithlunarenergyandseasons,hasnofixedhome.

Meng’ergavemethecoordinates,aoff.Unlikepreviousspatialjumps,thistimeItraveledonfoot.Thetargetsitewasaboutfivekilometerswestofthecultivationchamber,inanaforest.

EntombedCorpse:ove,butbodyremainsintaillennia.

agihatbeinganImmortalwasnottheend,butmerelyamilestone.

“Youcarryimmee.Imerelywishedtoprepareyouforwhatliesahead.”

Inthechamber,Meng’ergreetedmewarmly.

Meng’erexpined:

“You’reuimatingthehegeypesare:

“AndwhidamIfagthistime?”

FlyingCorpse:cultivatedforathousandyears,flies,immuoons,wieldsImmortalArts,unafraidofsunlight.

Ibreathedasighofrelief.IfitwasjustaPaleCorpse,thatwasmanageable.

“WhatIdonow?AmIeligibleformissions?”

Well…figuratively.They’realreadydead,afterall.

BeforeIcouldpohatmysteriousstatement,hedismissedme—andIinstantlyreturhecultivationchamber.

“AReanimatedCorpseisformedwhenabodyissaturatedinyinenergy,oftentriggeredbyafamilymemberiingwiththecorpseunderunusualcircumstaheyinturnstobalefulenergy,andthecorpseisrevivedintoareanimated,cursedexistence.”

Hemusthavenoticedmybewilderment.

Ichuckled.“Easyenough—justpunchthem,andtheygodht?”