Free Web NovelChapter 828: Chapter 513: Longevity Talisman, Hermit
In the narrow underground passage, accompanied by Wang Zhifan’s cold laugh, the atmosphere between both parties reached its peak of tension.
The sturdy middle-aged man in a Zhongshan suit, positioned in the middle of the five, frowned and said ruthlessly to him in front:
"If you’re looking for zombies, find them yourself inside! Don’t block our way! Otherwise, don’t blame us for using numbers to bully the few!"
As he spoke, he deliberately shook the Eight-sided Han Sword in his hand, indicating that if Wang Zhifan continued to cause trouble, violence would ensue.
"Mr. Qiu is right! Brother, since you’re here, you must be from the same field. Let’s keep to our own business and speak frankly. There’s no need to make trouble for yourself!" freeweɓnovel.cøm
Dressed in black, the short man Mr. Zhang spoke up, meaning they didn’t understand what Wang Zhifan and the young man in Western attire were saying, leaving them confused.
It’s not their fault for not understanding; they couldn’t have realized that their partner had been possessed by the old zombie that had just died. Even if Wang Zhifan explained directly, others wouldn’t easily believe it.
Seeing this, the young man in Western attire at the front of the group, holding a torch, smirked even more in the face of Wang Zhifan.
He felt everything was under his control. He was in a great position of advantage—the opponent before him, who seemed mysterious and unsolvable, should wisely retreat unless he was a stubborn fool; otherwise, facing five-on-one would leave him disadvantaged.
But is Wang Zhifan someone who retreats easily? He had indeed been tricked by this cunning old monster, but to him, the opponent’s plot was not unbreakable.
"Old monster, I want you to show your true form now."
Wang Zhifan suddenly drew his knife in response to the pressure from those in front of him!
In an instant, the few people in front of him reacted, and the battle officially began!
The first to strike was a young man in a green military uniform at the back of the five; without hesitation, he pulled the trigger of his pistol, aiming a silver bullet precisely at Wang Zhifan’s head, intending to kill this mysterious creature blocking them.
From his precise headshot, one could see that his military attire was no decoration; he fought with cold-blooded decisiveness, embodying a style of iron will.
But the next moment, his pupils suddenly contracted because he saw that his sure-fire shot not only missed, but the enemy also disappeared before his eyes, as if he had been seeing things.
"Fall back! Let me handle him!"
At the back of the group, the woman in white, Mr. Zhao, flashed a cold gaze, and horrifying images of a long-tongued male ghost and a blood-eyed female ghost appeared beside her. Against an enemy who could turn invisible, these ghosts with non-human vision were most suitable.
Wang Zhifan ignored the others, focusing on his target—the young man in Western attire, who housed a thousand-year-old zombie. He first slipped into the dream realm to leave the sight of others, then suddenly returned to reality from the dream, striking at the young man’s head from behind.
But he didn’t go all out with this strike, deliberately slowing down a bit to give some entity time to react.
Sure enough, facing the threat of decapitation, the old zombie couldn’t continue the act. Exploding with inhuman speed, he narrowly avoided Wang Zhifan’s lenient strike, fleeing while shouting:
"Mr. Qiu, save me!" freёwebnovel.com
This cry for help was crucial; it not only intensified the other four’s attack on Wang Zhifan but also caused them to subconsciously overlook the unusual speed he had just displayed, chalking it up to luck.
At the same time, Wang Zhifan, chasing the fleeing young man in Western attire, noticed two ghosts pursuing him.
One stretched a foul, long tongue in the air, attempting to bind him, while the other spread dark red blood on the ground, trying to pin him down, both moving astonishingly fast.
Behind the ghosts, a middle-aged man wielding a golden Eight-sided Han Sword ran at full speed, while a man in a green military uniform aimed a gun.
"It’s easy to deal with you all... but I want to keep you as witnesses."
Wang Zhifan still paid no heed to these enemy humans; his figure flashed as he re-entered the dream realm, reappearing in an unbelievable fashion in front of the fleeing young man in Western attire.
Seeing Wang Zhifan intercepting him again, using a method beyond his understanding, the young man’s face turned somewhat grim.
It’s not that he lacked the ability to fight a strong opponent, but he didn’t want to expose his true identity just yet. He needed to maintain the persona of an ordinary rich kid.
So, he quickly turned to run back, resolutely avoiding a frontal fight with Wang Zhifan, leaving the battle pressure to the other four.
He believed that Wang Zhifan hadn’t attacked the others so far, indicating a limit that prevented him from killing, which would naturally give the other four a significant advantage; they might catch Wang Zhifan in a tight spot, at which point he would tear away all pretenses and catch Wang Zhifan off guard.
However, what the young man in Western attire didn’t expect was, when he turned his head, he found all four of his human companions and a bald zombie companion turned pale and rigid, their bodies covered in white frost, unable to move. The only ones still able to act were the two ghosts.
"This is the same thing he used on me not long ago!"
Being the old zombie in reality, he was reminded of a memory—it hadn’t been long since, as a zombie still in his original body, he was stopped by this icy power in the main tomb chamber.
