The Playboy Bodyguard of the Beautiful CEO-Chapter 544 - 446: Living Dead (Second Update)

(PS: The Great Tang Empress will appear soon!)

"Could it be the corpse inside the coffin..."

At this point, Zhang Hong was already trembling all over, his eyes filled with a look of terror.

The others did not say anything.

Inside the tomb chamber, it was deathly silent. No one knew how much time had passed when suddenly the candle went out.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of something grinding like teeth chewing echoed.

This sound was coming from inside the coffin.

"Everyone, don't run outside the tunnel, there's no time, we must run further inside!"

Southern Sect's Tian called out loudly at this moment.

Saying this, Tian had already pulled out a talisman and waved it towards the coffin.

The talisman flew with a whoosh and stuck onto the coffin lid.

Being a cultivator, Southern Sect's Tian could refine talismans, so this was quite normal.

But in the next second, a booming sound exploded, causing the coffin to shatter open.

"Ah..."

Zhang Hong let out a scream that sounded like one of desperation.

On top of the shattered coffin stood a corpse clad in the Emperor's robe, the very corpse which had been inside the coffin for an indefinite period.

Only this corpse seemed to be alive.

"Run..."

Huang Daoning shouted while holding his Peach Wood Sword, running further into the tunnel. Huang Yisong and Zhang Hong scrambled for their lives, after all, they were just ordinary people who hadn't practiced Ancient Martial Arts, and had never encountered zombies when excavating other ancient tombs in the past.

Today was their first time.

They could only flee frantically.

Southern Sect's Tian, having seen somewhat of the world as a cultivator, held the Peach Wood Sword and bit his tongue to spray out blood, intending to attack the corpse.

But before he could launch his attack, the corpse had already waved a claw over, tossing Southern Sect's Tian to the ground.

Southern Sect's Tian, pale-faced, stuck a spirit talisman onto his forehead while shouting to Huang Daoning and the others: "Stick the corpse talisman I gave you on your foreheads! I can't fight it, don't run, the more you run, the faster it gets!"

The three who were running frantically halted, taking out spirit talismans to stick on their foreheads.

Almost instantly, the corpse stopped.

For a moment, Huang Daoning and the others breathed a silent sigh of relief.

But quickly, they turned their gaze towards Yang Tian and Ling Ying.

Yang Tian didn't have Tian's corpse talisman on him, and the expressions in everyone's eyes were varied for a while. Huang Daoning turned away silently, pretending not to see Yang Tian and Ling Ying, while Huang Yisong's eyes were filled with smugness.

It seemed like Yang Tian and Ling Ying were doomed here.

"You two better run!"

Southern Sect's Tian kindly shouted.

"Yang, let me handle it!"

Ling Ying said in a deep voice.

Although it was her first encounter with such a corpse transformation, she was a trained assassin, possessing decent qualities, and importantly, she counted as a cultivator.

"No, this living corpse is filled with corpse poison in its mouth. If you get close and inhale the poisonous gas, there will be trouble!"

Yang Tian said, suddenly turning his gaze towards Huang Yisong.

"What do we do? The corpse is noticing us!"

Ling Ying whispered.

"First let the poison in the corpse's mouth clear..."

Yang Tian flipped his hand, sending a ray of light toward Huang Yisong which transformed into a gust of dark wind, blowing away the corpse talisman on Huang Yisong's forehead.

Moreover, this wind blew the talisman far away.

"Ah..."

Huang Yisong's face instantly changed.

He was about to chase after the talisman, but the corpse had already roared lowly, charging at Huang Yisong.

Apparently, the corpse realized Yang Tian and Ling Ying were the most formidable among them.

Huang Yisong was the weakest human, so the corpse attacked him first.

With a face of extreme panic, Huang Yisong saw the talisman had been blown far and didn't pursue it, instead hastily snatching Zhang Hong's talisman and sticking it on his own forehead.

"Huang Yisong, what are you doing..."

Zhang Hong asked, trembling all over.

Whether from fear or anger was unclear.

Huang Yisong kicked Zhang Hong away without a glance, looking extremely ruthless and cold-hearted.

At this moment, the ugly side of humanity was fully exposed.

"You...you...you..."

Zhang Hong's face was pale, rendered speechless by anger.

And as the corpse lunged for Zhang Hong, its movements were incredibly agile, like a beast that had been starved for a millennium.

Yet its already decayed eye sockets emitted a murderous blood-red glow, particularly chilling.

While the corpse was charging towards Zhang Hong, Yang Tian flipped his hand, casting a spirit talisman on Huang Yisong.

"Ah!"

Huang Yisong let out a scream of panic.

Unexpectedly, he was thrown towards the corpse.

But what chance does a weak human have against a corpse?

The result was Huang Yisong being knocked to the ground, the corpse pouncing, biting, and tearing flesh from Huang Yisong's arm.

"Save me, Tian, save me..."

Huang Yisong shouted frantically.

Yang Tian saw the corpse's mouthful of poison contaminating Huang Yisong and said to Ling Ying, "Yingying, go ahead, the corpse's poison is gone!"

"Okay."

Ling Ying's movements were agile.

She had been cultivating for more than a year, already reaching the pinnacle of the Liquid Realm.

She flipped lightly in midair, casting an Ice Talisman to freeze the corpse.

Then she descended and performed the Iron Heart Palm Technique.

Boom!

With the final booming sound, Ling Ying's Iron Heart Palm shattered the corpse into pieces, scattering the debris all around.

"This...what is happening..."

Even Southern Sect's Tian was stunned this time.

He had previously detected Yang Tian and Ling Ying using Divine Sense, finding nothing extraordinary in their skills beyond some external abilities.

Now seeing Ling Ying's terrifying attack, Southern Sect's Tian turned pale: "You are not ordinary Martial Artists, you are cultivators! The reason I couldn't detect your aura is that you are stronger than me!"

"Cultivators?"

Huang Daoning trembled, staring fiercely at Ling Ying and Yang Tian.

Zhang Hong climbed up from the ground, looking at the wounded Huang Yisong, who was moaning in pain, then coldly chuckled, approaching Yang Tian: "Brother, I'll follow you from now on, give me any command, please!"

Yang Tian nodded, scanning the surroundings.

He was probing where the mysterious scent originated from.

Since entering Ling Tomb, Yang Tian had smelled a bizarre scent.

Initially, Yang Tian thought it emanated from the corpse, but seeing the corpse shattered while the lingering smell was still intense inside Ling Tomb, he shook his head: It was not from the corpse.

Then, where was this scent emanating from?

Yang Tian ran his Divine Sense to probe around.

He suddenly arrived at the coffin, smashing it into pieces, and upon hearing the sound of stones and iron chains rolling beneath the stone slab, he tapped a few times.

"What is happening?"

Everyone was shocked, tightly watching below the coffin.

Yang Tian retreated, as the stone slab beneath him unfolded into the surroundings, revealing the scene beneath Ling Tomb.

When everyone saw the situation beneath the coffin lid, their faces drastically changed: "Oh my God!!!"