Bringing some shocking pranks to the Cultivation World Chapter 69 - 69 62 Overwhelmed by Mediocrity!

69: Chapter 62: Overwheld by diocrity!

69: Chapter 62: Overwheld by diocrity!

“Die.”

After growling out this word with a hoarse voice, the zombie burst forth with astonishing speed.

Disregarding the lowest and highest scores, everyone had co to believe that this zombie possessed at least the strength of a Fifth Rank.

Dave’s reaction wasn’t slow either.

Just as the zombie was about to touch him, a flash of green light appeared in his hand, and the next second, a firm-faced, plump nut with a Chinese character-like face blocked in front of him, withstanding the zombie’s claw strike.

Clang!!!

The zombie looked at the nut, as hard as refined tal, then at its own claws, a look of unsurprising confusion erged in its eyes.

Seeing the zombie that couldn’t break through the nut’s defense, Dave laughed crazily, “This is my proudest Nut Wall; with your strength, you won’t be able to break through it in your lifeti!”

Then, the zombie looked up, a deeper confusion in its eyes.

It then slowly moved a ter to the left, directly bypassing the Nut Wall.

“Why would you turn?!”

Shaking his head in horror, Dave exclaid, “Why can you get around the Nut Wall?”

“What the heck?”

Tang Wan, hanging from the ceiling, watched everything below with a speechless face and turned to Zhou Li, asking in puzzlent, “Doesn’t his world have a concept of left and right?”

“Who knows.”

Zhou Li shrugged, unconcerned.

At this mont, the Daoist controlling the zombie was ecstatic in his heart.

He had never thought that the first to obstruct him in Beiliang would be a pure fool, and one who also contained extrely rich nutrients in his body.

As long as I kill him and devour his fear and flesh, I will have two powerful zombies.

Instantly, the zombie’s figure exploded forward, charging straight at Dave.

However, Dave wasn’t frightened by this sudden turn of events because he still had his own trump card.

Fall!

A bizarre white seed fell to the ground, and in an instant, countless vines grew rapidly, with flashes of green light flickering inside the cabin.

Accompanied by the sound of the soil breaking, a garlic with a silly grin flew into the air and directly slamd onto the zombie, causing a cloud of intense garlic smoke to rise.

“Ugh!”

As the scent of garlic spread, the zombie vomited in midair and fell to the ground.

“Garlic is the nesis of evil spirits!”

With a forceful punch, Dave excitedly shouted as he looked at the zombie vomiting on the ground, “This is my proudest Super Garlic, despicable zombie, get ready to be disintegrated by garlic!”

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“Ugh!”

In the temple, the Daoist suddenly opened his eyes and vomited forcefully, then with a chagrined expression, said:

“I said I don’t eat garlic!”

“I can’t even stand the sll!”

Then, the Daoist tore off two clumps from his horsetail whisk and stuffed them into his nostrils, before closing his eyes again and continuing to control the zombie.

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“Huh?”

Just as Dave was preparing to press his advantage, the zombie suddenly sprang up with an absurd twist, its nostrils, oozing with an odd liquid, were plugged up without indication.

It turned its head fiercely, looking at Dave with a cruel smile on its face.

Dave’s heart sank.

For so reason, even though garlic had always been one of his lethal Magical Treasures against vampires, werewolves, and zombies in the Great Britain Empire, this zombie…

why wasn’t it afraid of garlic?

At that mont, Zhou Li, who had been watching coldly from the side, seed to have discovered sothing, a faint smile erging on his face.

While the garlic-hating Daoist raised his claw in anger, preparing to directly kill the brown-haired foreigner who dared to feed him at and fish.

Prepare to die, you garlic man without a sense of left and right!

Just as those malicious claws were about to touch Dave, Zhou Li sighed.

“Can you defeat it?”

As his words fell, the buzzing sound of tal colliding filled the entire cabin.

The robe was dyed red like blood, the ornate clothing embroidered with the colors of spring.

Qianhu sat on the bench, his right hand loosely holding the Embroidered Spring Knife, the sharp blade neatly resting on the zombie’s skull.

With his left hand, he lifted the teacup and said with a light and breezy air,

“A piece of cake.”

As the tea went down his throat, the blade decapitated the head.

Accompanying the harsh sound of flesh and tal colliding, half of the zombie’s neck was chopped off.

If not for the zombie’s strong vitality, it might have directly died on the spot.

After rolling on the spot, the zombie forcefully realigned its head and stared vigilantly at Qianhu, who was slowly standing up.

So strong!

The zombie, feeling the Dragon Tiger Qi coursing through its neck, used the Corpse Qi to forcefully seal the overwhelming and pure Dragon Tiger Qi within its neck.

Feeling the strong sense of righteousness within the Dragon Tiger Qi, the zombie’s heart sank, knowing that it had encountered its natural nesis— a good person.

As a creature that lived on absorbing fear, zombies feared people like Qianhu the most; broad-minded, kind, and genuinely fighting for justice from the heart.

Such people do not experience fear.

No, I must flee!

The zombie imdiately made up its mind without any hesitation, turning and rushing toward the gate.

Qianhu’s response was even quicker, his Sword Qi bursting forth and slashing at the zombie.

Just as Qianhu’s Sword Qi hit the zombie, the skin it touched on the zombie’s body instantly fell off, and in an instant, the zombie gained distance, turning and rushing in another direction.

“No, it’s targeting the elder scholar!”

Guo Lingyun was the first to react.

He reached for his waist, only to suddenly realize he hadn’t brought his bow that day.

His heart sank.

He drew his Embroidered Spring Knife, only to find he was too late to stop the zombie.

Then, Guo Lingyun noticed the inexplicable calmness of Zhou Li and the others.

It was as if not the elder scholar, but the zombie itself, was under attack.

At that mont, the zombie’s heart was filled with ecstatic joy, thinking these people had been scared stiff, standing there dumbly as it attacked the frail old man.

It was clear from appearances alone that, aside from the “zongzi” hanging from the house beam, the weakest here was the old man before it.

With his white hair and beard, an air of scholarship, and no sign of strength, he was rely an aged elder on the brink of decay.

The weakest ant the most fear.

If it could grasp the old man’s heart of terror, it could escape from this place…

What?

Why?

Seeing the old scholar before it showing no signs of fear, but instead a faint smile of interest, the zombie hanging in mid-air felt a shock of surprise.

How dare an old dead man stand up to ?

The brief mont of astonishnt passed quickly.

The zombie didn’t care— even without fear, the mont it would kill the old man, he would definitely feel despair, and it could still escape.

Heh, what use is a strong will in the face of absolute power.

A cruel, fierce smile appeared on the zombie’s face.

For a zombie, slaughtering the young, old, sick, and disabled was an inevitable part of zombie life.

Especially mocking the death of an elder they respected before leaving was sure to be a scene with great entertainnt value.

Burst forth with fear, old man!

Puchi.

The sound of flesh being penetrated rang out.

“Alas.”

Sighing, Li Kuan looked at the zombie whose neck had been twisted off by the elder scholar and whose expression was still one of greedy ferocity, shaking his head.

He turned to Guo Lingyun, who was trembling with shock, extended his hand, patted his shoulder, and handed him a book.

Regaining his senses, Guo Lingyun subconsciously took the book and saw its title.

[Beiliang City Patrol Rules, Twelfth Edition by Li Kuan]

“Do you see?”

Pointing at the zombie that died with eyes wide open, Li Kuan said with emotion,

“This is what happens when you don’t read the patrol rules.”

“Lack of culture, truly terrible.”