Dark Blood Path

The four of them eventually formed a blind trust in Xiao Yu; nothing he said could be considered inaccurate. Now that there was a coal mine nearby, some rough coal could be found, so it was possible to bring some light to their dark, cold underground cave. The air circulation in the underground space and its tunnels wasn’t good. If they had chosen to burn firewood, it would have surely generated smoke and fumes, which could readily interfere with the air quality in the cave, and in the long run, pose a threat to their lungs. Instead, if they ignited a small amount of lump charcoal, the situation would improve significantly, and the warmth would be sufficient.

The trees became increasingly sparse, and their vision abruptly expanded when they turned around a huge tree. They could see an open grassland region surrounded by little dark coal mounds, and in the middle was an abandoned mine on a low mountain. The wood above the mine entrance was rotten, covered with moss, and crumbling.

Yet this was a minor detail; the most eye-catching thing was those dozens of figures wandering around the mine.

Wang Chao grimaced strangely and said, “There are people here?”

Even a moron could recognize that those roaming figures were not humans. They were all shirtless, unkempt, covered in decay and festering, with maggots growing in their flesh, their eyes entirely white, and their expressions dull. With that mouth full of fangs, they occasionally let out a long beast-like howl, their limbs were very stiff, so they staggered slowly, all looking hideous and terrifying. They were highly similar to human beings, but with those pair of long pointed ears, they definitely belonged to a different species.

Xiao Yu explained: “This is a rotten zombie, a monster of the undead tribe. Like the skeleton, the rotten zombie is the lowest existence in the zombie family. However, the latter group is higher in rank than the skeleton family, so the rotten zombie is much more powerful than the dry skeletons. They are slightly more powerful than goblin slaves in terms of sheer strength, and their bodies are exceedingly tough, which makes them difficult to kill, but their largest and most fatal weakness is their speed.”

“Why do some of them look different?”

Jiang Xiaowen found that among the dozen or so rotten zombies, there were some other kinds of different zombies mixed in. They looked similar, but they moved much faster with a big shovel in hand.

“Those are zombie miners, far more powerful than rotten zombies. I am actually aiming at the shovels and pickaxes in their hands. But they are still elementary monsters, and their bodies are as hard as iron, so with your current strength, even if they stand and let you hit them, I’m afraid you still can’t even leave a scratch. I will deal with these monsters. As for the rotten zombies, you guys deal with them. We’ll split them, so it’s safer; rotten zombies have a sort of poison on their bodies. If you’re scratched, you may be infected, so be careful.”