My understanding is incredible: I gained enlightenment and immortality in the Kunlun Demon Kingdom

The zombie stepped back and looked at Zhang Qiling warily.

Zhang Qiling looked at himself in confusion, "Sleeping vertically looks so familiar..."

Zhang Qiling suddenly remembered something and his face showed excitement.

"I understand! So that's how it is!"

Zhang Qiling suddenly realized.

The vertical pupils that the zombies feared were actually their own yin-yang eyes.

Zhang Qiling had long heard that he had a pair of yin-yang eyes.

But because the Yin-Yang Eyes have hidden functions, Zhang Qiling usually wears contact lenses.

It was not until he encountered zombies that he took off his contact lenses and used his Yin-Yang eyes.

Unexpectedly, the Yin-Yang Eyes actually made the zombies feel fear.

Zhang Qiling had never expected such a result.

Not only that, he vaguely felt that these eyes were a little weird.

Zhang Qiling tried to circulate the spiritual energy in his body, but found that his Yin-Yang Eyes had not recovered and were still in normal condition.

This situation left Zhang Qiling completely puzzled.

However, Zhang Qiling guessed that it might be because the effect of the Yin-Yang Eyes had not yet been fully exerted.

After a period of time, the Yin-Yang Eyes will be fully activated and will be able to expel the corpse qi and restore their effectiveness.

Although zombies are wary of the Yin-Yang Eyes, they are not afraid of them.

It still pounced on Zhang Qiling ferociously, vowing to eat him.

"Damn, hasn't this guy had enough fun yet?"

Zhang Qiling cursed angrily and could only continue fighting with the Confucian corpse.

The zombies are too ferocious to be killed, so we can only delay time and wait for rescue.

Zhang Qiling's physical strength was gradually overdrawn, his spirit was weak, and he finally fell into a coma.

While in a coma, Zhang Qiling had a dream.

The dream was very vague. Zhang Qiling felt very tired and sleepy and wanted to sleep.

He knew he was really tired this time, so he fell asleep quickly.

When Zhang Qiling woke up, he found that snowflakes were falling from the sky again.

Zhang Qiling sat on the stone steps, looking at the snow-covered sky.

The zombie lay beside him, also looking at the sky full of snow.

Zhang Qiling rubbed his neck and turned to look at the zombie.

The zombie also turned to look at him.

The zombie's eyes were bloodshot, and it was obvious that he had just fallen asleep.

"Who on earth are you?" Zhang Qiling asked with a frown.

The zombie slowly stood up, limped forward, and let out a hoarse roar.

"Don't follow me if you don't speak!" Zhang Qiling shouted, and then started chasing after the zombie.

The zombie stopped and was silent for a while, then suddenly turned around and rushed towards Zhang Qiling.

Zhang Qiling dodged quickly.

The zombie was very fast and caught up with Zhang Qiling in the blink of an eye.

Zhang Qiling had no way to avoid it and could only punch the zombies.

"boom!"

The zombie punched Zhang Qiling in the stomach.

Zhang Qiling groaned, vomited blood, flew backwards, fell to the ground and fainted.

The zombie looked at the unconscious Zhang Qiling, hesitated for a long time, and finally turned into a puff of green smoke and disappeared without a trace.

Zhang Qiling opened his eyes again.

What came into view was a dilapidated house with spider webs hanging on the roof.

"Where is this place?"

Zhang Qiling looked around.

A strong, pungent stench emanated from the dilapidated houses.

Weeds and mushrooms grew in the cracks of the walls, the floor was covered with thick dust, and the air was filled with the smell of decay and dirt.

These auras gathered together and made people sick.

What is even more surprising is that there are corpses of various animals in the house.

Zhang Qiling was terrified.

He hurriedly climbed out of the window and fled out of the house, looking for a way out along the road where the villagers lived. However, no one lived in the village anymore.

The whole village was eerily quiet, as if entering a cemetery.

Zhang Qiling felt heavy-hearted: What is this place?
Why do I appear here?
He looked up and saw only a dark ancient tower.

The ancient tower stands tall in the clouds, like a palace in the fairyland.

Zhang Qiling climbed up the ancient tower step by step along the stone stairs.

"Whoops——"

The outer periphery of the ancient tower was shrouded in layers of fog. Zhang Qiling could not see clearly at all and only felt chaos in front of him.

At this moment, a low roar suddenly came from the fog.

"Hmm?" Zhang Qiling frowned, "There seems to be something there?"

Zhang Qiling quickened his pace, quickly passed through layers of fog, and arrived in front of the ancient tower.

He looked carefully and found a giant stone tablet in front of the ancient pagoda.

The stone tablet is about five or six meters high and is engraved with dense text.

"Classic of Mountains and Seas?"

Zhang Qiling was stunned when he saw the words carved on the stone tablet.

He once read a famous book, "Classic of Mountains and Seas", and still remembers it vividly.

What is written on the stone tablet is "Classic of Mountains and Seas".

However, the Classic of Mountains and Seas should be a historical book from ancient times, right? Why does it appear in modern society?
Zhang Qiling couldn't help but doubt whether this was the real world.

Zhang Qiling looked at the ancient tower carefully and became excited.

"The Classic of Mountains and Seas records the secret inheritance of the Chinese nation. It is said that it contains great power." Zhang Qiling guessed secretly.

"I must get it!" Zhang Qiling gritted his teeth and said firmly.

Zhang Qiling walked up the steps and prepared to knock on the stone door.

But at this moment, Zhang Qiling felt a chill down his spine and his whole body was filled with chills.

"Who?" Zhang Qiling shouted.

Zhang Qiling looked in the direction of the voice.

Behind him, a hunched old man appeared out of nowhere.

"Why are you here?" Zhang Qiling was shocked.

He remembered clearly that he was the only one here.

Zhang Qiling subconsciously took a few steps back, staring at the hunchbacked old man warily, his heart beating faster.

This old man posed a great threat to Zhang Qiling, which made Zhang Qiling feel uneasy.

"Jie Jie."

The old man laughed hoarsely, approached Zhang Qiling step by step, and floated towards him lightly.

"You...you don't come over here...you..."

Zhang Qiling was so frightened that his soul was about to shatter. He grabbed the dagger with trembling fingers and stared at the old man intently.

But the old man completely ignored Zhang Qiling's resistance and moved closer and closer.

Sweat broke out on Zhang Qiling's forehead, and a feeling of despair surged in his heart.

The old man snatched the dagger and threw it aside, then stretched out his dry hand and patted Zhang Qiling on the head.

"Don't be afraid, young man. I just want to see you and I don't want to hurt you."

"You've got the wrong person. My name is Zhang Qiling, not some young man you're talking about."

Although Zhang Qiling was very scared, he remained calm.

"Haha." The old man laughed, "Do you really think I will believe what you say?"

"I didn't lie to you." Zhang Qiling shook his head.

He was sure that the old man in front of him did not exist.

The old man stared at Zhang Qiling coldly, and said in a cold tone: "Young man, your body has rotted, but your soul refuses to leave. It shows that your soul has reached its peak!"

"I advise you to give up struggling as soon as possible. Otherwise, you will fall into the underworld forever and it will be difficult to escape."

Zhang Qiling was stunned when he heard this.

He had never heard of the Netherworld, so naturally he didn't understand what the Netherworld was. He frowned and retorted, "The Netherworld is just a reincarnation! Don't exaggerate!"

The old man narrowed his eyes slightly, revealing an evil look: "You really know a lot."

"I'm telling you, you're just a walking corpse now. You'll die sooner or later. Give up now!"

Zhang Qiling was furious and asked sternly: "I am unwilling to give up. Why should I give up?"

The old man said calmly: "Because your life is worthless, death is a relief." (End of this chapter)