Wang Bao was montarily stunned. He recognized this place.
Several months ago, he had driven Zhao Hong here to this Walmart. Zhao Hong's brother-in-law, Tang Hu, had disappeared right here.
At that ti, Zhao Hong had Ling Tao investigate. Ling Tao ultimately concluded that there might be a high-level zombie here.
Later, Zhao Hong ordered them to douse the place in gasoline and set it afla. The chilling atmosphere of that day contrasted sharply with the outside temperature, which had soared to thirty degrees. The mory was still vivid in his mind.
At this mont, the hulking zombie beside him was unusually docile, completely still. Wang Bao couldn't help but take a closer look. Upon closer inspection, he realized that the zombie's face bore a striking resemblance to soone he knew—Tang Hu!
Though the zombie's body had swollen significantly, its arms and legs massively thickened, it was still discernibly Tang Hu!
Suddenly, he noticed a young man busily working ahead of him.
"Arrived? That was quick," the young man said casually, his back to Wang Bao as he tinkered with sothing. Hu growled a few tis, seemingly a bit proud.
Chu Xuan laughed heartily, "Well done indeed, bringing a live one so quickly. I'll make you a companion shortly."
Hu roared excitedly in response.
Chu Xuan casually took a seat on a chair and waved his hand. Hu then forced Wang Bao to kneel in front of the young man.
"Oh, you've been bitten? Good, killing you won't reduce my rit," Chu Xuan noted Wang Bao's fingers with a nonchalant smile.
Seeing his smile, Wang Bao instinctively felt fear. He sohow felt as though he was facing a ferocious beast, not a person.
Unable to contain his curiosity, Wang Bao asked, "Who are you? Why can you control Brother Hu?"
Chu Xuan chuckled strangely, "You know Hu? Looks like you must be from that Spirit Hounds, huh?" Wang Bao nodded.
Chu Xuan's pupils flashed with a purple light, "Good, you answer my questions now."
At that mont, Wang Bao felt as if his soul had been seized, turning him into a puppet who could only comply. This spell, known as the "Soul Capturing Gaze," was a low-tier Qi Refining stage technique, usable only against those whose realms were far below one's own, possessing no offensive power.
Chu Xuan deployed the Soul Capturing Gaze simply to avoid wasting words and to quickly gather the information he needed.
"Na," he commanded.
"Wang Bao."
"What position do you hold in the Spirit Hounds?"
"Boss Zhao's confidant."
"Who ordered the burning of this place?"
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"Boss Zhao directed us to burn it."
Chu Xuan raised an eyebrow. It was indeed Zhao Hong from the Spirit Hounds. He continued his interrogation, and Wang Bao responded obligatorily. After a while, the effect of the Soul Capturing Gaze ended, and Wang Bao gradually recovered from his dazed state. His head throbbed painfully, unaware of what had just transpired. Worse yet, the virus had already infected his entire body, and bloodthirsty thoughts began to erge.
"Aaargh!" Wang Bao let out a harsh scream.
Chu Xuan snapped his fingers. Hu imdiately stepped forward, lifting Wang Bao and throwing him into a bathtub already filled with corpse-refining elixir. Wang Bao frantically gulped down the liquid, and soon, all noises ceased.
"Ah, the noodles are ready, ti to show off," Chu Xuan said, picking up the steaming bowl of instant noodles and beginning to eat. While eating, he contemplated his next moves.
"According to Wang Bao, Zhao Hong seems to have tad three dogs, each over three ters long and ferociously formidable. Zhao Hong himself appears skinny but possesses muscle strength far beyond ordinary n. Furthermore, there's the existence of high-level zombies, far stronger than regular zombies. Could they have been mutated by the virus?"
"This apocalyptic planet is intriguing; there might be threats that could challenge , necessitating an organization to gather intelligence for . Moreover, the number of zombies I can exterminate alone is limited; having a gang at my disposal would greatly enhance efficiency," Chu Xuan nodded slightly.
This Spirit Hounds might be worth bringing under his command. Of course, turning them all into corpse puppets was also an option. It all depended on his whim.
Two days later.
Chu Xuan examined the rigid corpse puppet he had created, nodding in satisfaction. He placed it in the Corpse Nurturing Tower and infused it with Spiritual Qi, performing an identification spell.
"Third-level corpse soldier, dium talent! Its spells are Shadow Walk and Yin Fire Spike, not bad!"
Chu Xuan raised an eyebrow. Both of the corpse puppets he had refined possessed dium talent. Shadow Walk allowed for concealing one's presence and moving almost invisibly at high speeds. Yin Fire Spike involved condensing yin fire in the palm and striking fiercely at an enemy.
"Very good, Shadow Walk combined with Yin Fire Spike makes for an excellent assassin," Chu Xuan chuckled as he nodded. This combination of spells was perfect!
"From now on, you'll be called Bao."
Chu Xuan patted the corpse puppet's shoulder satisfactorily. Bao imdiately let out a joyous roar, as if celebrating his rebirth.
"Roar roar," Hu growled disapprovingly nearby.
Bao's voice instantly quieted down, and he shrank his neck, showing great respect towards Hu. Hu then roared a few more tis contentedly.
In just that short mont, the two corpse puppets had already established their hierarchy.
Chu Xuan stretched lazily and smiled slightly, "It's ti now, let's head to Haotai Hotel."
"Roar roar!" Hu and Bao both roared excitedly, their eyes gleaming with a bloodthirsty light.
...At the entrance of Haotai Hotel, there was originally just a security booth. However, under Zhao Hong's command, a watchtower rising three ters above the ground had been constructed. Two n stationed in the tower were supposed to be on alert, but instead, they were engaged in a card ga.
Despite the Spirit Hounds' massive strength, boasting over three hundred mbers known for their bloodthirsty ferocity, in the entirety of East Lake City only Black Blade Security, no other major power could rival them. Lone survivors and smaller groups dared not provoke the Spirit Hounds.
The two n in the watchtower weren't actually keeping watch; they were absorbed in their card ga.
Chu Xuan could hear the n shouting from a distance and himself as he approached.
"Having fun, gentlen?"
The two n instantly beca alert, dropped their handmade cards, and hurriedly stood up. They were shocked to find three figures at the gate. The leader was a handso young man in odd attire that seed more suited to a fantasy drama than modern tis. Behind him stood two towering, burly figures with grim expressions, looking as though they were ready to charge and devour at any mont.
"Who are you?" the guards demanded.
Chu Xuan smiled, "The new boss of the Spirit Hounds."
The two guards looked at each other and burst into laughter, "That's hilarious! You, a kid whose dick hasn't even grown in fully, want to be the new boss?"
After their laughter subsided, their expressions turned cold. "You're interrupting our ga, go eat shit!"
They picked up trash from beside them and hurled it towards Chu Xuan.
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