Zombies: Cultivating Immortality at Maoshan, Becoming Stronger by Doing Nothing

Chapter 592

The zombie grinned and then opened its large mouth full of sharp fangs.

Ling Yanyan was so frightened that he quickly covered his eyes. Damn it, if this thing's teeth bit him, he would definitely be either dead or crippled. He didn't want to be bitten.

"Awooo, awooo!" the zombie quickly changed its tune.

Ling Yan Yan released his grip and glared at the zombie.

"Roar!" the zombie roared.

Ling Yan Yan rolled her eyes. Damn it, isn't human language supposed to be simple? How come it turned into a roar in this zombie's mouth?

"Roar!" the zombie continued to roar.

"..." Ling Yanyan was speechless, but this guy was quite smart.

"Roar!"

"Uh, what are you yelling about? Speak your mind."

"Roar!"

Ling Yanyan frowned: "Ask whatever you want."

"Roar!"

Ling Yanyan sighed: "You want me to save you?"

“Well, I saved your life, so we’re even. As for saving you…” Ling Yan Yan hesitated for a moment, then shook his head: “Sorry, I can’t save you.”

The zombie's pupils contracted.

"Because you've already become a zombie, unless you have a Taoist master's level Maoshan magic or an exorcist's talisman, there's no way to save you," Ling Yanyan continued.

The zombie roared again, unwilling to give up.

"However, you don't need to worry. Once I cultivate into a ghost immortal, I will definitely help you pass on to the afterlife." Ling Yanyan comforted the zombie, then pointed to the corpse in the distance.

"Those things wouldn't dare bother you, so I've decided to stay and keep you company. I hope you don't mind."

"Roar, roar, roar!" The zombie's face lit up with wild joy.

"Alright, go to sleep. I'll stay with you." Ling Yanyan said, lying down on the ground and closing her eyes.

But the zombie stared wide-eyed at Ling Yanyan, seemingly uncertain.

"What, are you scared?" Ling Yanyan laughed.

"Roar!" The zombie roared angrily and then pounced on Ling Yanyan.

Zombies have relatively high body temperatures, but for a martial arts master like Ling Yanyan who has practiced the "Nine Yang Divine Skill," this temperature is nothing.

"What do you want to do?" Ling Yanyan asked warily.

"Roar!" The zombie's eyes flashed with excited red light, and she stuck out her tongue to lick Ling Yanyan's neck.

"Damn it!" Ling Yanyan cursed.

"Roar!" the zombie roared again, but this time she didn't stick out her tongue.

"..." Ling Yanyan's face twitched violently a few times.

This guy must be thinking he's a roast suckling pig.

"Hey, can you move away from me?" Ling Yanyan tentatively pushed the zombie away.

"Roar!" the zombie roared again.

A bead of cold sweat trickled down Ling Yanyan's forehead. "Damn it, are you planning to eat me alive?"

The zombies pounced again.

"Smack!" Ling Yanyan kicked the zombie in the stomach, sending it flying. The zombie's body crashed into the cave wall, bounced back, and fell to the ground.

However, this guy's ability to withstand blows is really impressive.

"Awooo!" The zombie got up again and pounced once more.

Ling Yanyan's lips twitched. Although his kick was quite powerful, it hadn't hurt the zombie at all.

"Damn it, I don't believe I can't deal with you." Ling Yanyan snorted, then sat cross-legged and formed a hand seal.

"Yin gives rise to Yang."

With his soft shout, a ball of emerald green flame ignited from his body.

"Boom!" Flames shot up more than a meter high, and then the intense heat instantly engulfed the entire cave.

At that moment, the zombies had already rushed into the sea of ​​fire.

Ling Yanyan's lips curled into a cold smile.

Ling Yanyan's eyes narrowed.

"Shh!"

A chain of eerie green flames shot out from his right hand and wrapped around the zombie in a straight line.

The zombie was immediately rendered unable to move.

"Roar!" the zombie roared again, struggling.