Chapter 319: Chapter 199: The Great Era of Zombie Refining! The Grim Yin Aura of Yanhuang’s Heritage! (Part 2)

"Then come in."

Ning An stepped aside, made a welcoming gesture, and curiously asked, "You recognized me?"

"They showed me your video."

Quan Xiaobai entered the room smoothly, his voice hoarse, yet noticeably more fluent,

"I see."

Back at Qilian Mountain, Ning An and Lin Yanke not only wore masks but also deliberately changed their voices. He hadn’t heard that Corpse Cultivation Technique could enhance scent, so he was curious.

Elder Shi was perceptive, saw the situation, glanced at Ning An, and then left with the map.

Both sides sat down, and Ning An poured him a cup of tea, pointing outside, "This?"

"Mm."

"Didn’t make a new one?"

"Too few, and not as useful as this one."

Ning An’s curiosity was piqued immediately. Although he didn’t understand much about Corpse Cultivation Technique, he did know a bit.

The Spirit Communication Body and the Land of Extreme Yin, these two conditions are incredibly difficult to deal with. Plus, the people of Dragon Country have a deep-seated respect for corpses. Anyone who disrespects their family’s body might have to face a challenge from everyone around.

That’s why it was considered a huge stroke of luck when Quan Xiaobai found Mrs. Zhang from the Zhang Family, something harder than winning the lottery.

Even if the authorities intended to train him, they might hesitate before taking such a step.

However, Ning An didn’t really have any prejudice against him. If anything, he saw him as just a pitiable young man.

As for any deeper feelings, Ning An didn’t have them.

After all, without similar experiences, it’s hard to have the same understanding. This whole talk about empathy is just to deceive people.

Quan Xiaobai held his teacup but didn’t drink, just quietly watching Ning An.

That first encounter at Qilian Mountain had left his world thoroughly shaken by Ning An and Lin Yanke’s prowess.

Conquering zombies, simply beyond human capabilities!

After being recruited by the authorities and assigned to the experimental base, he wasn’t oblivious to external affairs, instead keeping a silent watch over Changchun Temple.

When he heard about the negotiations between the authorities and Changchun Temple, he wasn’t particularly impacted, considering he’d had his own talks with them, albeit without much leverage.

But when he heard again that Changchun Temple had managed to claim a mountain range, even if only in name!

He was even more amazed.

However, his communication had deteriorated over time, and he hardly initiated conversations.

Ning An noticed this too, smilingly asked, "Some time ago, the simplified version of the Corpse Cultivation Technique, what do you think?"

At this, Quan Xiaobai’s eyes lit up, "That Cultivation Technique, how did you find it?"

"Picked it up in a trash heap when I was a kid," Ning An joked while sipping tea.

"Oh."

Quan Xiaobai fell silent again. He might have lost his communication skills, but he wasn’t brain-damaged. This kiddie lie was transparent to him.

For a while, there was no conversation, just as Ning An assumed he had gone mute again and was about to change the topic, that cold voice rang out once more:

"That Cultivation Technique simplifies the prerequisites for creating zombies, greatly increasing both the conditions and success rate. However, such zombies are far from Iron Corpses. I’ve named them White Corpses."

"Now we can steadily produce these things and secretly supply them to various branches as a foundation."

"Additionally, that simplified version of the Human Emperor Banner, the authorities are also intensifying their research, aiming for an earlier breakthrough."

"Hmm?" Ning An was somewhat surprised, not at the authorities’ actions, but at how this ice-cold man could speak so coherently.

Quan Xiaobai’s logic became clearer the more he spoke, like a rusty chain receiving lubrication. He rasped, "According to tests, although White Corpses can’t withstand bullets unless hitting the heart, they’re otherwise unaffected."

Ning An became genuinely curious, "The weakness is in the heart, that’s good, but what if you hit the head?"

Silence!

Ning An wondered if the guy had stumbled over his words and looked up to see Quan Xiaobai’s complex gaze on him.

Before Ning An could speak, Quan Xiaobai thoughtfully explained, "They’re corpses, their brains long dead. Even without a head, they’re largely unaffected."

After speaking, he smacked his lips, coldly adding, "I originally wanted to chop off their heads or halve them for better visual impact and deterrence, but the aesthetically blind higher-ups rejected it."

Goodness!

Ning An almost spilled his tea. Even so, he was at a loss for words, coughing slightly.

Is this something any human should say?

What do you mean they don’t have aesthetic sense upstairs?

No, buddy, with an idea like that, no one would dare agree!

Ning An complained inside but didn’t show it, casually asked, "So, where do you get the corpses used for zombies?"

Ning An had been quite curious about this issue.

Since ancient times, Dragon Country valued kinship. Even after death, they wouldn’t tolerate disrespect, let alone corpse experimentation.

Even if someone signed off on post-mortem body donation, their family would outright refuse!

Moreover, it’s virtually impossible!

It’s like some country that forcibly makes all its inhabitants sign an organ donation agreement, where some would see the people as moving, healthy organs rather than humans.

They covet, crave, might even say:

"These are clearly my organs, why are they in these cattle and horses? Return them to me!"

Some precedents can’t be set!

With these prohibited paths, Ning An understandably wondered where Quan Xiaobai obtained his corpses from.

"I can’t say." 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Quan Xiaobai’s eyes glinted, showing a complex expression, "Confidentiality agreement. I can only tell you, they’re not Dragon Country People."

"Hmm?"

Hearing this, Ning An was even more puzzled, not Dragon Country People?

They couldn’t possibly be aliens!

As if to shift the topic, Quan Xiaobai unexpectedly started one, "Didn’t you say last time you wanted to see zombies? I’ll take you."

Ning An rubbed his hands, "How can I refuse that, let’s go!"

The two left the lab, passing through the base buildings, heading towards the northern woods.

Since the discovery of the cave, its surroundings had been cleared. As the base’s south side faces the cave, all vegetation on the south side had been stripped bare, leaving a desolate landscape. Only the northern woods near the base remained mostly undisturbed.

Quan Xiaobai led the way ahead, with Ning An following, but as they walked, something felt odd.

These past days, even if he didn’t focus on it, he’d roughly remembered that the base was under strict surveillance, a post every five steps, a patrol every ten, and squad patrols every ten minutes, never missing a beat.

But from stepping out to leaving the base, a walk of ten-plus minutes, their path hadn’t crossed a single patrol, not even a post.

Are zombies really this terrifying?

Suppressing these thoughts, Ning An shook his head and followed Quan Xiaobai out of the base.

About three more minutes, Quan Xiaobai stopped at a location.

The place wasn’t densely wooded, not high or low terrain-wise, not far from the base, easily visible under a light.

This might not be a great spot for a surprise night attack, but praiseworthy for its thick Yin energy, making it a good burial site.

"Swift!"

Quan Xiaobai formed a hand seal and whispered. The ground shook, and a pitch-black figure shot up from the earth.

It wasn’t a stiff emergence!

Ning An felt a bit odd, deducing the enhancement in Quan Xiaobai’s zombie’s strength, but hadn’t expected its flexibility would be unlocked.

Having only seen it from a distance before, not clearly, now Ning An scrutinized this zombie closely. It was indeed peculiar.

The zombie’s exposed hands, still gaunt as ever, faintly gleamed silver. Its long nails were gone. Just these hands seemed unexceptional.

It simply stood there before Ning An, less murderous and more spirited than before.

Ning An sincerely praised, "Impressive!"

"You understand?" Ning Xiaobai seemed startled, visibly surprised.

"Not really."

Ning An candidly continued, "But since you brought me here, you must be showing off. A compliment is always right."

Quan Xiaobai: "..."