Global Game: I Can Choose Instance Rewards

Chapter 825 - 511: Intuition, Failed Subjugation (Part 2)

"If Mr. Zhao needs it, take it. I only want the Tiger Talisman from the coffin."

After discussing, the middle-aged woman in white, Mr. Zhao, immediately turned towards the main burial chamber, holding a black pot of dark objects as she stepped into the stone doorway of the tomb chamber.

Such a scene needed no explanation, everyone knew what was going on. Undoubtedly, Mr. Zhao intended to personally subdue the thousand-year-old zombie sleeping in the coffin!

However, nearby, Wang Zhifan, who had been observing in hiding, couldn’t help but shake his head, thinking to himself:

"This woman is courting death... or perhaps she’s too greedy and overconfident...

If she had followed the original plan discussed with others, there might have been nearly a fifty percent chance of success. Now, by confronting the Zombie King directly, she’s looking at a near-death experience."

Wang Zhifan made this judgment not because he underestimated Mr. Zhao, who possibly had the dual identity of a Corpse Refiner and ghost catcher, but because he had a growing intuition. This intuition told him that the reason the Zombie King in the coffin remained dormant was not anything else but the fact that this Zombie King had discovered his concealed presence and was deliberately feigning weakness!

In other words, the Zombie King was most wary of him, the hidden follower, and didn’t consider the NPCs surrounding its home as threats!

This revealed a lot of information. If Wang Zhifan’s intuition was right, it proved that this Zombie King had uncommon intelligence and powerful perception, enough to discover his hidden presence and accurately assess its strength, possessing key traits of a formidable monster.

As Wang Zhifan pondered this, Mr. Zhao, the woman in white, was already entering the main burial chamber step by step, carrying the black pot in her hands towards the opened jade coffin. Beside her was her bald zombie, and around them floated a long-tongued male ghost and a blood-eyed female ghost in the air.

She was not unprepared for the possibility of the zombie in the coffin suddenly rising. The closer she got, the more cautious her movements became, ensuring her three ghostly puppets were ready to exert powerful suppression at any moment.

But everything had gone too smoothly until now, with no unexpected occurrences, which gradually eased her tense heart. She gently raised the black pot in her hands, carefully opening the lid to point the mouth of the pot towards the zombie in the coffin, intending to capture her first thousand-year-old zombie, an opportunity sure to elevate her life prospects.

As the mouth of the pot she raised aimed at the zombie lying flat in the coffin, a subtle sinister wind billowed from the pot, covering the thousand-year-old zombie in the coffin.

If at this point, the target Mr. Zhao aimed to capture still chose to lie still, she would achieve an unprecedented stroke of luck as a Corpse Refiner.

However, things obviously wouldn’t develop this way. The thousand-year-old zombie couldn’t withstand it as the sinister wind gusted; without even opening its eyes, it suddenly and abruptly pressed its arms down, forcefully springing itself out of the coffin!

At this moment, Mr. Zhao also made a reflexive response, not abandoning the rare chance to capture a thousand-year-old zombie.

First, the bald zombie beside her jumped up sharply, extending its arms to try to pull down the thousand-year-old zombie.

Then, almost simultaneously, the long tongue of the smelly-tongued male ghost in the air wrapped towards the thousand-year-old zombie, and the blood-eyed female ghost formed blood claws to grab the zombie’s neck, all executing rapid control tactics.

Mr. Zhao herself wasn’t as quick, but she remained poised without retreating, trying to lift the mouth of the black pot in her hands to capture the thousand-year-old zombie emerging from the coffin with the sinister wind.

Outside the main burial chamber, the middle-aged man in a suit holding the golden Eight-sided Han Sword reacted only slightly slower than the ghosts, already raising his Han sword to block the opponent’s exit.

The middle-aged man in a green military uniform acted slightly faster, raising his silver handgun to lock onto the airborne thousand-year-old zombie but refrained from pulling the trigger, possibly concerned about mistakenly harming Mr. Zhao’s ghost puppets, which would affect her capture plan.

Mr. Zhang, the short man in black further outside, and the young man in western attire could not see what was happening in the main burial chamber due to the stone doorway obstructing their view, being too far away to know what transpired inside.

Only Wang Zhifan, positioned even further back, understood every detail of what occurred, comprehending the overall situation with his extraordinary senses.

"The dark object pot must be kept safe. If it’s damaged, it will be useless,"

He immediately unleashed his ice power source, applying it remotely onto the floating thousand-year-old zombie, seemingly to assist Mr. Zhao in enhancing control but actually to create time for Mr. Zhao to retreat, preventing her from being overwhelmed by the zombie’s onslaught and meeting a grim end with the pot shattered.

Predictably, the first confrontation resolved in an instant.

The bald zombie and the two vicious ghosts couldn’t hold down the thousand-year-old zombie; the extended arm of the bald zombie was grabbed by the thousand-year-old zombie, emitting a bone-cracking sound, while the tongue of the long-tongued male ghost was ignored as it wrapped around the body of the thousand-year-old zombie, treated as insignificant just like the blood claws formed by the blood-eyed female ghost’s coagulated blood.

The thousand-year-old zombie withstood all the obstructions, its sole target to reach the woman in white, Mr. Zhao, who attempted to capture it, to kill her with one strike.

This resulted in a scene defying physics, the thousand-year-old zombie being pulled by the bald zombie, the long-tongued male ghost, and the blood-eyed female ghost, seemingly without leverage yet possessing powerful propulsion, fiercely approaching the woman in white lifting the pot mouth of the black object pot.

A layer of cold frost appeared on the thousand-year-old zombie just as it was about to strike the woman in white, significantly slowing it down, allowing the woman in white to retreat in time. Yet, the assisting Wang Zhifan found it puzzling that the woman still didn’t attempt a distant escape, insisting on capturing the thousand-year-old zombie and aiming the pot mouth at the iced zombie.

Instantly, the sinister wind from the pot touched the body of the thousand-year-old zombie, exerting enormous attraction on it. If it were drawn into the pot, the capture would be complete.

But how could the Zombie King be so easily captured? It was merely facing an extraordinary-grade artifact. The thousand-year-old zombie immediately resisted the sinister wind in front of it, forcibly preventing itself from being sucked into the pot.

At this moment, Wang Zhifan chose not to aid the woman in white but canceled the ice power source attached to the zombie, as he didn’t want this entity captured, fearing it might alter its characteristics and affect the kill reward.

As Wang Zhifan’s ice restraint disappeared, the pressure on the thousand-year-old zombie eased instantly. Freed from the sinister wind’s cover, it extended a claw toward the woman in white.

Fortunately, at this moment, the bald zombie with a destroyed arm hurried over, coordinating with the restraining tactics of the long-tongued male ghost and blood-eyed female ghost to delay it by half a second, allowing the woman in white to barely escape near the stone doorway.

"Take action quickly!"

The woman, frightened by the perilous scene, retreated while clutching her black pot, instructing others to take over and immediately abandoned the capture plan.

The reason was simple: she realized she couldn’t possibly capture the thousand-year-old zombie and had to revert to the initial battle strategy.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Three consecutive gunshots rang out from the stone doorway, the silver bullets slicing through the air, precisely hitting the thousand-year-old zombie dragging the three ghost puppets and about to rush to the door. The bullets splattered large patches of silver upon contact, drastically slowing the zombie’s pace.

The man in a suit, too, without hesitation, charged in with his sword after the gunfire, aiming the golden Eight-sided Han Sword directly at the zombie’s head, further wounding the entity already weakened by the silver bullets, making it howl in pain.

Amidst the howls, everyone saw golden flames rising from the body of the thousand-year-old zombie, blending with the silver brought by the bullets, covering its body and spreading toward the obstructing bald zombie and the two ghosts.

The woman in white hurriedly recalled her three ghosts upon seeing this, as otherwise, they too would be eradicated by the golden flames of the Eight-sided Han Sword and the silver light from the bullets.