Sword Among Us c1-1268

by Black Swordsman Online

  "Who is it?! Come out!" he growled.

  He was quite puzzled by what had just happened.

  He remembered that no zombies should be in the area in front of him. Why then did the two zombies suddenly appear, and it looked like they had been lying in ambush for a long time.

  Stranger still was that with his tenth realm Flowering Knights' Song at Blessed Realm, if he truly ran into the zombies in the mass grave, he would at most only be able to send them to the ground. He should not have been able to send them flying several feet away.

  It could only mean that they were not zombies at Mystical Realm, but second rate zombies at Blessed Realm!

  They were different from the zombies that were born and bred in the mass grave. They were puppet zombies that players controlled and leveled up, weapons that would only move based on their controllers' will!

  Chapter 165 - Rob the Local Tyrant!

  Corpse Controllers!

  Later on, people also called them Corpse Herders.

  *****

  It was not good to run into such people.

  Corpse Controllers could use all sorts of methods to control zombies and make them attack their enemies from a distance. Corpse Controllers themselves would either stand at a spot very far away from the battlefield to control the entire situation or ambush their enemies from the side. They always brought a great threat to their enemies.

  When controlled by the players, zombies became even more agile and difficult to handle. Hence, Happy had only noticed the zombies when they ambushed him.

  Fortunately, he was well-versed in adapting to emergencies and sudden enemy attacks, which was why he was not shocked by such a simple ambush. If another player had seen two terrifying zombies pounce on them from the dark, they might have been utterly terrified and unable to keep their composure.

  The two zombies landed lightly on the ground when they descended from their "flight" before they shot up again. It looked like they would not give up until they died. They just had to kill Happy, which instantly angered him.

  "Perfect timing!"

  Even though the zombies were very sturdy and players would find it hard to cut their skin with swords and sabers, this did not mean that zombies were invincible. Because of his experience, Happy knew just how hard it was to train a zombie, which was why he had a strange sense of disgust toward Corpse Controllers.

  To put it nicely, the people who toyed with the bodies of the dead were careless, and to put it in rather unkind words, they were people with twisted minds. A person who decided to kill another without even greeting them was definitely someone who did things like robbing others of their possessions. There was no need for Happy to show them any mercy.

  When he saw the two Blessed Realm zombies pounce on him again, his expression darkened. He put away his Hundred-battle Saber, and with his palms, he went up to attack the zombie on his left.

  Happy was not afraid of enemies in Mystical Realm, so why would he be afraid of zombies that had not even reached great completion in Blessed Realm?

  The combat abilities of zombies in Blessed Realm were not even half of the zombies in Mystical Realm. Their attributes were not high, and their movements and speed could not catch up to living beings. Once Happy easily went behind one of them, he struck the back of the zombie's head.

  Slap!

  A clear slap sounded. Happy then agilely retreated several feet backwards in the face of the other zombie's attack.

  The slap actually made the zombie stagger, and it lost its balance. It was dazed for a few seconds.

  The other zombie's attack suddenly became fiercer. It moved as quickly as wind and chased after Happy as he shifted to the left and right. When it attacked, its palms were so quick that they created a gust of wind, and it stuck close to Happy like glue!

  "Tsk."

  Happy came to a swift halt. Then, with extremely quick movements, he suddenly turned around and caught the zombie's outstretched arm. Violent qi surged straight into the zombie's body and dispelled all of its resistance. Happy tugged at the arm, then seized it with Golden Dragon Stretches Claw.

  He completed his actions in an instant.

  The zombie was dragged around so much that it instantly lost its balance.

  Thud!

  Happy raised his palm and brought it down.

  He straightened his palm into the knifehand and struck the back of the zombie's head.

  The zombie immediately began swaying, as if drunk, and wobbled on its feet until it lost its fighting ability. It staggered around, unable to straighten up. Its terrifying face actually looked very hilarious at that moment.

  Shick!

  When the sound of wind being pierced arose, Happy did not even look up. He moved when an arrow struck deep into the tombstone beside him. The Corpse Controller who had hidden in the dark had finally been unable to hold himself back.

  A lot of blood, sweat, and tears were required to cultivate two masterless, normal corpses into Blessed Realm zombies. Right then, he had not even fully mastered the art of controlling zombies and was not qualified to leave the mass grave. However, it was not normal for someone to easily break his control over the zombies, so there was no way that the person who instigated the attack would not be shocked and apprehensive.

  Even though he was a little regretful that he offended Happy, he was a lot more reluctant to part with his Blessed Realm zombies.

  "Brother, please have mercy!"

  Happy turned coldly toward the young man who had walked closer. He brought out his Hundred-battle saber and placed it next to the silly zombie's neck. He did not move away because of the young man's cries. The back of the head was not the only weakness of a zombie; its entire head was its weakness.

  If a person attacked the back of a zombie's head, the zombie's receptors would be affected, and the zombie would temporarily lose its mobility. This was only effective to the zombies controlled by players, however. If a zombie's head was cut off, the zombie would definitely die, and that was effective against all zombies.

  "Why did you ambush me?"

  The young man did not say anything.

  He seemed very young, around twenty years old. After walking out, he stopped a few feet from Happy with an awkward look on his face. When he heard Happy's question, he hesitated for a while before he answered with an apologetic look.

  "My name is Little North. Um… brother, please don't be angry. I've been in the mass grave for around two months, and no players have ever come here. When I saw you enter, I couldn't help but want to test my skills."

  He paused for a moment before he smiled wanly and continued. "I thought that with two zombies, I could at least hold my ground against the powerful martial artists in the game, but I didn't think that they would be so easily defeated…" While he spoke, he shook his head. "I've really wasted my time over the past two months."

  Happy's expression did not change.

  If he had not known about the zombies' weakness, he would have, without a doubt, died in the god-forsaken place when he ran into the two stupid Blessed Realm zombies.

  "Do you think the matter will be resolved by you saying a few words? It'd be best if you thought about it carefully. Should I destroy your two useless zombies, or will you pay a fee for the mental damage you caused?"

  Little North said nothing. The young man clearly did not expect that Happy would be so straightforward. When he saw the glare of the saber placed across his priced zombie's neck become much brighter, he was instantly shocked, and sweat drenched his body. "Don't! We can negotiate! I'll pay…"

  Even though his Blessed Realm zombies had lost, he had actually been very successful in the mass grave because of them.

  By relying on them to fight against other zombies, not only did he level up his martial arts, he also obtained quite a lot of good stuff. If Happy cut off their heads, Little North would need to spend a lot of time to cultivate another pair...

  After saying that he would reimburse Happy, Little North's express
ion turned gloomy. "But I don't have money..."

  Happy said nothing.

  "Wait! WAIT!" The dark blue glare on the Hundred-battle Saber made Little North's face pale. He quickly tried to appease Happy. "I'll use items to make it up to you, items!"

  "But I don't have any items either."

  Little North's face filled with shame, and he snuck a glance at Happy.

  Happy lifted his Hundred-battle Saber slightly, and Little North immediately got rid of his idea to try his luck by pretending to be pitiful so that Happy would spare him. He brought out a stack of silver notes in desperation.

  Happy still said nothing. He cast them a faint glance before he said expressionlessly, "You can leave now, but the zombies stay."

  "Don't, brother!"

  Little North had always thought that his zombie puppets were his greatest weapons and treasures, but right then, they became the tools his enemies used to blackmail him. He really wanted to cry.

  "Brother, what do you want? Can't you just tell me?"

  What he did not know was that Happy had been waiting for that sentence.

  "Did you say that you've been here for around two months?"

  "Ah…"

  Happy's smile and the great change in his attitude made Little North incredibly uneasy. He felt that Happy had some scheme cooked up, but when he saw his two zombie puppets under the Hundred-battle Saber, he had to accept his fate. He nodded vigorously while sweat beaded on his forehead. He did not dare to be negligent.

  Chapter 166 - Blackmail Him to the Very End

  "You only have one Ten Thousand Poisonous Palm?"

  Little North looked like a young girl who had been wronged under Happy's gaze. He nodded vigorously in a slow-witted manner. His gaze was still fixed on the high-tier martial art manual he had just handed over. He looked very reluctant and unwilling to part with it.

  "Really?" Happy looked at Little North with a face full of puzzlement. He watched Little North for a moment, then when he saw that he had decided to be stubborn and not give up on his books, he could not help but sigh. "If that's the case, I can release one of your zombies, but the other one dies."

  Slap!

  Another martial art manual with a black cover and a ghastly aura landed in Happy's hand. There were four startling words on the cover—Ten Thousand Poisonous Palms. It looked exactly the same as the previous book.

  The effect of the threat was very clear.

  "That'll do, right?" Little North looked at Happy tentatively, as if he was afraid that Happy would go against his words.

  "That's better."

  Happy just knew he had those manuals. Little North had been in the mass grave for a long period of time. No matter how dumb of a person he was, he would still know how to use their zombie puppets to lure Mystical Realm zombies and kill them in a discontinuous wave. With that being the case, Little North would naturally have a lot of manuals.

  Did he actually think that he could fool Happy with just one Ten Thousand Poisonous Palms manual? How old was he? Three?

  Happy put away the two Ten Thousand Poisonous Palms manuals in a bold and guilt-free manner. Then, he took away the Hundred-battle Saber from the zombie puppets' necks.

  "Whew." Little North finally released a breath of relief. He quickly ran over and checked the backs of the heads of his two precious zombies. "Um, brother, how did you know that they have a weakness there?"

  As a professional Corpse Herder, Little North naturally did not want for the zombies he took so much trouble to cultivate to be so easily subdued. When he asked his question, he look at the blue-robed young man with an eager gaze.

  Little North was stunned silent when he saw Happy asking for more. He was dumbfounded for some time before he said, "I really don't have anymore…"

  Happy did not say anything. He turned around and left.

  "Ah, brother!"

  Little North instantly became anxious. With his two precious zombies, he chased after Happy while calling out to him. He held a shiny and black martial art manual in his hand.

  "This is the last. It's really my last. Please, tell me."

  "Give it to me, and I'll tell you." Happy's tone was indifferent. He did not believe in Little North's words. The brat was basically an actor!

  The third Ten Thousand Poisonous Palms landed in Happy's hands. When he saw the pained look on Little North's face, he felt the disp.l.e.a.s.u.r.e from being ambushed disappear into the wind. His rewards were quite great.

  "Regardless of whether a person is dead or alive, the part connected to the spine at the back of their heads is the reflex center. When it receives a great blow, it will naturally be affected. Judging by your actions, I can tell that you haven't mastered controlling your zombie puppets yet. When they will reach Mystical Realm and will be able to run around like those zombies outside, the strength of their physical bodies will also increase. At that time, their command of the body won't be interrupted, and no matter how strong the attack is…"

  "Oh."

  There was a look of realization on Little North's face. He released a sigh of relief as if a huge burden had been lifted from his shoulders.

  He was really worried that any Tom, D.i.c.k, and Harry could just strike the back of his precious zombies' heads and they would stop moving. If that were the case, wouldn't he end up as a joke in the future?

  Even though the fee he had to hand over for the information made his heart bleed, Happy's explanation brought relief to his wound up heart.

  "Um, Big Brother Happy, how did you get in here? How did you know that the zombies would drop Ten Thousand Poisonous Palms? And how do you know so much about the zombies themselves?"

  "You idiot." Happy rolled his eyes and looked at him askance. "Did you actually think Luoyang is the only place with a mass grave? There's a whole lot more Corpse Herders in Xiangxi compared to this place."

  "Urk."

  Little North was stunned. He smiled sheepishly and rubbed his nose. "Hehe. I see, I thought that I was the only one lucky enough to trigger the quest from Corpse Sect. I actually intended to train up a few powerful zombies before I go to wander around the land. By the looks of what happened today, it seems that I'm nothing more than a frog in the well. Big Brother Happy, you really live up to your name as the person ranked in third place on the Famous People Rank!"

  "Don't undervalue yourself." Happy put away the mocking look on his face, and for the first time looked at Little North with a stern expression. "If you learn how to make your zombie puppets work together and make them cover each other's weaknesses, then use the Corpse-rotting Poison Powder that zombies drop, it'll be very easy for you to handle two or even three of the current Blessed Realm players at once. I wouldn't have such an easy time dealing with them either. When you master your zombie puppetry skills, you won't have a problem wandering around the lands."

  Happy never had any affection for players who liked scheming against others in the dark, but Little North had sincerely offered up three high-tier martial art manuals and humbled himself. If Happy did not repay him a little, it would be against the laws of the universe. Besides, from what he could see, the youth was not actually evil.

  His words instantly motivated Little North, and soon, a smile blossomed on his face.

  "That's right. I've been fighting zombies and have never thought of actually using Corpse-rotting Poison Powder. Since I'm already in an evil sect, I might as well be evil to the core! Haha! I'm really too stupid! Thank you so much, Big Brother Happy!"

  "You're welcome."

  Once he finished speaking, Happy jumped a few times, leaving Little North behind him, and entered the depths of the mass grave.

  Little North watched Happy leave from where he stood. He then brought his two precious zombies in another direction.

  *****

  Happy avoided the few zombies on the way until the green miasma around him grew thicker. When he was in slight discomfort, he brought out an antidote from his Universe Bag and put it into his mouth bef
ore continuing to the depths of the mass grave!

  Even though he had obtained three manuals of the Ten Thousand Poisonous Palms, Happy wanted to train a little in the mass grave. While doing so, he could gather more high-tier martial art manuals. He also wanted to try his luck and see whether he could run into supreme-grade puppets cultivated by the Corpse Sect—Thousand Year Corpse King.

  The world outside did not yet know that Thousand Year Corpse Kings were battle puppets that were at the peak of Mystical Realm. Not only did they have the Thousand Corpses, Ten Thousand Poisonous Palms, which were of an even higher grade, but they also had masterpieces all over their bodies. They could be considered as supreme grade zombies with treasures all over them. When fighting them, there was also a chance that extremely rare treasures such as Poison Resistance Pills and Corpse Dissolving Powder would drop.

  In his past life, Happy has seen many occurences when sects fought against each other just to have the right to fight against one Thousand Year Corpse King. In the end, they would battle until there was total chaos and corpses were strewn all over the land.

  One time, it all ended with the one Poison Resistance Pill being bought by the sect master of Five Venoms for five hundred taels of gold crumbs in an auction, and it was to be sealed away for safekeeping for eternity!

  It was the area where the Thousand Year Corpse King spawned! However, it was a very dangerous region, because the zombie population there was the densest.

  As of then, no one knew about that region, and neither did they have the courage to get close to it, which was why Happy had the thought to explore it a little and see whether he could run into the Thousand Year Corpse King at the periphery of the area.

  If he was lucky, he could kill one Thousand Year Corpse King and say goodbye to his beginner-grade equipment—Great Wolf Fur Equipment Set.

  *****

  Happy's luck was not very good.

  When he avoided a stream of zombies and arrived at the periphery of a grand mass of tombs, he found around a dozen zombies with ferocious expressions wandering mindlessly at the entrance to Corpse Grave, which was hidden by grass.