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The White Zombie is the lowest tier of existence among Zombies, easily frightened by the crowing of roosters or barking of dogs.
In contrast, the Black Zombie has risen to a higher level; it no longer fears the sounds of roosters or dogs. In fact, it has begun to feed on the blood of livestock to replenish its energy and evolve further.
Wherever Black and White Dual Demons appear, chaos ensues.
At this moment, the entire village was eerily quiet, a stark contrast to the previous day. This abnormality left me puzzled, my brows furrowing deeply.
Suddenly, a possibility struck me: there might be an even more powerful Zombie lurking in or near the village, one that could instill fear beyond that of the Black and White Dual Demons.
Otherwise, the livestock in the village would not be acting so strangely.
As this thought crossed my mind, my expression changed dramatically.
After dinner, my parents were sitting in the living room watching television. Noticing my sudden change in demeanor, my father immediately asked, "Xiao Lin, what's wrong?"
I glanced through the door at the pitch-black outside, where an unsettling aura seemed to linger everywhere.
With a worried tone, I replied, "Dad, something might happen in the village tonight."
I had previously mentioned to my father that there could be Zombies in the village, so he believed me to some extent. Hearing my current statement made his expression shift as he said, "Are you serious? There really are Zombies in the village?"
I shook my head, my face serious. "It's not in the village yet. Given the current situation, it's likely that the Zombie is nearby but hasn't approached. However, this Zombie is definitely not simple."
Upon hearing this, my father lowered his head and fell silent.
My mother turned pale at that moment, no longer paying attention to the television. She looked at me and asked anxiously, "Son, how do you know there are Zombies?"
I didn't have time to explain in detail, so I simply said that I had recently taken a powerful figure as my master and learned a lot from him. Therefore, I could still gauge the atmosphere and situation around me.
Upon hearing this, my mother became visibly anxious, her face showing fear as she said, "What should we do then?"
My father also looked serious and said, "But when I went to inform them, they didn't believe me. What if something happens?"
After a brief silence, my father grew worried about the safety of the other villagers.
I thought for a moment and replied, "I'll go inform them again and try to convince them. If they still refuse to listen, then there's nothing I can do."
My father sighed and said, "I'll go with you."
I shook my head and replied, "No need. If I can't convince them, it won't help for you to go."
Hearing this, my father understood and nodded reluctantly. "Just be careful and come back quickly."
My mother added, "Son, you must be safe."
I reassured them, "Don't worry, even if I encounter ordinary zombies, I'll be able to handle it. Just remember to keep the door tightly shut after I leave. Unless it's me returning to knock, don't open the door for anyone else."
My mother nodded in agreement. After I reiterated my instructions several times, I finally felt at ease.
At that moment, I glanced at Mu Yan and decided to have her stay at home. Having her there would at least give me some peace of mind.
She understood my intention and nodded deeply in response. With that, I stepped out of the house and firmly closed the door behind me.
It was just after dinner; the sky had darkened slightly. Many of the older villagers were gathered in small groups chatting animatedly, showing no signs of danger whatsoever.
I couldn't help but sigh; it seemed that my father's words had not registered with them at all.
I specifically sought out a crowded area and reiterated the potential appearance of Zombies in the village, urging everyone to return home and to avoid opening their doors no matter what sounds they might hear.
However, seeing my youth, they merely laughed it off, joking that my father had just come by to say something, and now I was back pretending to be some kind of mystic. They teased that after running around for a while, I had turned into a Taoist priest.
I was at a loss for words and could only explain the seriousness of the situation. I detailed the unusual occurrences in the village, encouraging them to think deeply about it and see if something truly felt off.
Seeing my serious demeanor, coupled with the strange behavior of the livestock in the village over the past few days, they finally began to take me seriously. They each returned home as I advised, firmly closing their doors.
For those I couldn't reach, I suggested that groups of three or five men stick together; this way, even if they encountered a Zombie, the ordinary White-haired Zombie wouldn't dare approach them.
Once I had notified all the villagers, I returned home.
But instead of relaxing, I began preparing just in case.
Based on the methods recorded in Lark's Secret Record, I had gained some understanding of how to deal with Zombies.
The simplest and most practical method was to use runes to subdue the dead.
I dug out the runes left to me by Gu Chen and found a few more. This eased my mind; they would suffice for dealing with ordinary Zombies.
However, what worried me was this Fellow who kept everything quiet—this Zombie would surely not be simple.
If it were as terrifying as the Cloud Ghost General from before, honestly, I wouldn't know what to do.
Shaking my head slightly, I sat in the courtyard and gazed at the tightly shut door. For now, all I could do was take things one step at a time.
My parents were sitting inside the house, the lights long extinguished. At this hour, the village was silent; perhaps, with my earlier warning, everyone had already gone to sleep.
But I was waiting, waiting for the appearance of a Zombie.
Our home was at the edge of the village, right by the road. If a Zombie were to enter the village along the main road, it would inevitably pass by my front door. That would be my moment to act.
Seeing me sitting in the yard with a serious expression, my father remained silent for a moment before speaking in a heavy tone, "Xiao Lin, tell me honestly, can you really deal with a Zombie or not?"
I knew he was worried about me. To ease his mind, I nodded and said, "Dad, you don't need to worry. I'm confident."
"How confident?"
"One hundred percent."
My father glanced at me skeptically, but I had already turned my head away. I wasn't lying; if it were an ordinary White Zombie or Black Zombie, I truly had complete confidence.
What scared me was encountering a Jumping Zombie like the Cloud Ghost General; in that case, I might not even have fifty percent confidence.
"Son, why don't you just forget about it? Let's close the door tight and go to sleep," my mother said with concern.
After all, a woman is still a woman; her only thought was for my safety.
I shook my head and replied, "Mom, if I've learned something, I should put it to use. If there really is a Zombie in the village, how can I just ignore it?"
"But—"
“Shh.”
My mother had just opened her mouth, ready to argue, but I quickly made a shushing gesture.
The expression on her face instantly turned to one of terror, her brows furrowing in anxiety. My father abruptly stood up from his chair, his gaze fixed outside.
The sound of synchronized footsteps echoed like an army marching through, pounding against our hearts.
I glanced around, and Big Black was curled up tightly on the ground, trembling all over, seemingly even more frightened.
Pale-faced, I walked to the front door and peered through the crack.
Just one glance left me in shock, my eyes widening as I stood there like a fool.
But once I regained my senses, I turned without hesitation and pulled Mu Yan, who was still in the yard, inside. I then told my parents, “Quick, close the door.”
I just went to eat; I’ll update another chapter now. There are still two chapters left for everyone to read together at midnight or tomorrow morning.
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