WanderingCorpse:driftswithlunarenergyandseasons,hasnofixedhome.

EntombedCorpse:ove,butbodyremainsintaillennia.

AsforthePaleCorpses,theywerenothreat.TheyevenfledwhenIapproached—andsiheyweresoslow,afewImmortalArtswouldeasilyreducethemtoashes.

“That’sfiheway,whatexactlyisazombie?”

Inthechamber,Meng’ergreetedmewarmly.

PaleCorpse:white-skinned,sluggish,fearslight,fire,water,dogs,andhumans.

Thesunlightbarelyreachedthegroundhere.Mistliheair,andthesoilwasthickwithfallenleavesanddecayedbrahestofrotanddampnessfilledtheair.

Thispcereekedofcorpseaura.Clearly,they’dchosenthissunlessforestasasanctuaryfromthelight.

Meng’ershookherhead.

Pale-VioletCorpse:retlydeceased,skintintedviolet.

“WhatIdonow?AmIeligibleformissions?”

Ismiled.Itseemedshealreadyknew.

“Ofcourse,butcurrentlytheonlyassigiszombieextermination.”

Well…figuratively.They’realreadydead,afterall.

“AReanimatedCorpseisformedwhenabodyissaturatedinyinenergy,oftentriggeredbyafamilymemberiingwiththecorpseunderunusualcircumstaheyinturnstobalefulenergy,andthecorpseisrevivedintoareanimated,cursedexistence.”

“Soundslikeawalkingdeadperson.”

Thatsounded…arming.

agihatbeinganImmortalwasnottheend,butmerelyamilestone.

Meng’erexpined:

FurredCorpse:fur-covered,iron-hardbody,agile,onlyslightlyafraidoffireorsunlight.

ViridCorpse:greenskinandcorpseaura,fastandaggressive,fearssunlightonly.

UndecayedBone:boneremainsenergizedandintact;withenoughessensunandmoon,itbeenace.”

“So,eightmaintypes:Pale-Violet,Pale,Virid,Furred,Flying,Wanderiombed,andUndecayedBone.FlyingCorpsesarethemostdangerous.”

Ichuckled.“Easyenough—justpunchthem,andtheygodht?”

“gratutions,youngmaster.”

Ibreathedasighofrelief.IfitwasjustaPaleCorpse,thatwasmanageable.

“Youcarryimmee.Imerelywishedtoprepareyouforwhatliesahead.”

BeforeIcouldpohatmysteriousstatement,hedismissedme—andIinstantlyreturhecultivationchamber.

“Nothingdifficult.APaleCorpse.It’sappropriateforsomeoyourlevel.”

FlyingCorpse:cultivatedforathousandyears,flies,immuoons,wieldsImmortalArts,unafraidofsunlight.

Meng’ergavemethecoordinates,aoff.Unlikepreviousspatialjumps,thistimeItraveledonfoot.Thetargetsitewasaboutfivekilometerswestofthecultivationchamber,inanaforest.

“Alright,I’llhanow.”

“AndwhidamIfagthistime?”

ThetroublesomeohatViridCorpse.ReanimatedCorpsescarryCorpsePoison—whilePaleandPale-Violetdon’tbite,Viridonesdo.ItscultivationwasroughlyearlyFoundatioablishment—notimpossibletohaI’dobecarefulofthatpoison.

IspottedagroupofPaleCorpses—skinwhiteassnow,shamblingslowlyinthegloom.Notfarfromthem,aViridCorpsewanderedalone,andingakindofsilentauthority.heothersdaredapproachit.

Hemusthavenoticedmybewilderment.

“You’reuimatingthehegeypesare: