These mummies are not considered zombies or walking corpses at all. It is more accurate to call them inferi.
They were all killed by this old ghost, drained of their energy and blood, and then turned into inferi controlled by it.
The old ghost's idea was quite nice. He let the inferi pester Zhang Ziyu, stabilized his injuries, and then killed him.
After all, it was still a little afraid of the sword in Zhang Ziyu's hand. Fortunately, the power above to restrain the evil spirits was not completely aimed at ghosts.
Zhang Ziyu was not afraid at all when the Inferi rushed towards him, but instead smiled.
Finally, I can try out the special restraint of my bone sword. Although the Inferi are not zombies, they are still closely related to corpses. Rounding things off, they are just brothers who came to kill me.
With a thought in Zhang Ziyu's mind, the three-piece tyrant armor was instantly attached to him, and the jet-black armor instantly attached itself to him. He looked sharp and cold, especially the white gold-patterned bone sword in his hand, spelling out the Xixi version of Frostmourne·Bone.
He looks a bit like the Lich King.
Of course, it would be more like it if there was a helmet, cloak, gloves, belt and shoes.
The old ghost was startled, but he did not stop the movement of the corpses. Seven or eight corpses had already rushed in front of Zhang Ziyu.
The withered fingers looked like they had scratched Zhang Ziyu's body.
Zhang Ziyu slashed his sword across, and the light of the sword directly cut off the hands of the infernal corpse. Black smoke instantly emitted from his skeletal hands, which soon decayed and shriveled, and fell apart at the touch of a touch.
Sure enough, the bone sword can increase damage to monsters that tend to be corpses.
The old ghost was startled, but Zhang Ziyu ignored its expression. Facing the surrounding corpses, he struck out with his fists at close range, making a clicking sound, and immediately flew backwards.
As long as there is an entity and there is no special protection, what is the difference between it and the health bar being turned on?
Sure enough, Zhang Zi's fish bone sword swept across, coupled with the attack with fists and palms, several of them couldn't breathe. Seven or eight Yin corpses were chopped into several pieces. The remaining bodies were emitting black smoke, decaying rapidly, and completely lost their sound.
The old ghost was shocked when he saw this, but he still persisted in his evil intentions. He was already close to the level of a fierce ghost, and he probably had the strength of the ninth level of Qi training.
Even if he was stabbed by Zhang Ziyu and his body was injured, he would not lose his fighting ability.
Therefore, he also wanted to kill Zhang Ziyu and treat him as his own blood food.
People don't come to this mass grave very often. Now that he doesn't eat this person, and instead uses ordinary people as blood food, he doesn't know how many more people he has to eat to become a powerful ghost.
The old ghost flew towards him and Zhang Ziyu struck him with his sword.
This time, the old ghost was on guard, but he rushed towards him. His figure was erratic, and he dodged the sword, and then grabbed Zhang Ziyu with his ghost claws.
Zhang Ziyu's sword blade blocked, and with a bang, it collided with the ghost energy.
"Hahaha, boy, you are good at punching and kicking, but other than this sword, let's see how you can hurt me."
Zhang Ziyu was testing the sword, but obviously, the old ghost felt that he had mastered the method to deal with Zhang Ziyu, and he laughed loudly.
"I can't beat you, can I?"
Zhang Ziyu sneered, "What the hell, I have a lot of talismans and magical weapons that I don't need. You really think I can't hit you, right?"
"The sky is clear and the earth is spiritual. The ancestor shows his true spirit. Disciple Zhang Ziyu pays homage to the ancestor. He is as urgent as the law."
Zhang Ziyu put away the bone sword, squeezed the small bronze sword in his hand, and directly asked the god to come forward.
After reciting the incantation, the divine power of incense poured into Zhang Ziyu's body, and Zhang Ziyu, who was originally 1.8 meters tall, suddenly grew into a devilish muscular man.
"Bang"
Zhang Ziyu touched his fists with both hands, geared up, and sneered again and again: "You said I can't beat you with my fists and feet, right?"
The old ghost was panicked. This guy could actually ask gods. Could it be that he had something to do with the Taoist priest in Yizhuang?
Not only was it worried about Zhang Ziyu's background, but the strength that Zhang Ziyu had shown now also made it retreat.
So it turned its head violently, trying to turn into a black shadow and escape from this place immediately.
Zhang Ziyu chased the cicada in eight steps. He looked like a giant meteor and ducked directly behind the old ghost: "You're already here, so don't leave."
He grabbed the old ghost's neck with his big hand, grabbed it tightly, and pressed it to the ground with a strong hand.
"I can't hit you, can I?"
"Bang!"
"My fists are useless, right?"
"Bang!"
One sentence and one punch, Zhang Ziyu didn't even bother to make excuses at the end, he just clicked the hammer and punched almost ten times, and the old ghost's painful wails echoed through the woods.
After praying to the gods, the divine power of the incense sticks to Zhang Ziyu's body, and naturally also to his fists. Not to mention fighting ghosts, even more evil things can be directly harmed.
If it weren't for Zhang Ziyu's control over his strength, this old ghost would probably be cold by now.
"The clear sky and the earth spirit take possession of your ghostly soul, and follow my orders. Listen to my orders."
The ghost-controlling talisman appeared in Zhang Ziyu's hand, and the yellow talisman ignited instantly, and then the golden talisman appeared in his hand.
He pressed the talisman onto the old ghost, and then the talisman burst into brighter light. The old ghost's figure froze and gradually became smaller under the suppression of the light.
The Ghost Controlling Curse was implanted into the old ghost's body, and Zhang Ziyu immediately felt a weak connection between him and the old ghost through the Ghost Controlling Curse.
He can order the old ghost through this connection, but this connection is still too weak now. Even forced orders and forced punishments are just like a needle prick.
If the old ghost is willing, he can break free after spending some time.
Zhang Ziyu knew that now was just the stage of soul-catching, and that he would have to strengthen this connection later in order to truly control ghosts.
"Be honest."
Zhang Ziyu punched the old ghost again, then took out a small porcelain bottle, held the smaller old ghost in his hand, and stuffed it in.
The small porcelain bottle is used to imprison ghosts, and it is wrapped with a charm to suppress evil. It is not difficult for the old ghost to get out of it.
Zhang Ziyu closed the bottle cap and looked around again. Sure enough, the Yin Qi and Ghost Qi had dispersed a lot.
Wandering souls are also thoughtful and will not know that someone is taking action and still stay where they are.
Moreover, this old ghost had already driven away many wandering souls when he was the king. Now, if he tries to catch him again, he probably won't be able to catch him.
"Uncle, uncle, come out quickly, it's time to get off work."
Zhang Ziyu held the bottle in his hand and shouted loudly into the empty woods.
Sure enough, not long after, two Taoist priests, one fat and one thin, walked out of the woods.
"Nephew, why are you moving so fast? We just got lost for a while and you caught the ghost?"
Zhang Ziyu rolled his eyes. If you pretend to be lost, at least don't put away your breath-absorbing charm in front of me. Hold your breath, no wonder I said you can't find any trace.
"What a coincidence. When I was practicing courage, either I got lost or my master got lost. Uncle Master, is this our Maoshan tradition?"
Xu Fa's face froze, and he suddenly remembered that he was almost thrown into the mountains by his master. This seemed to be really traditional.
Zhang Ziyu took out the porcelain vase, looked at Qian Kai, and asked: "Uncle, am I going to strengthen the connection with this ghost-controlling curse next?"
Qian Kai glanced at the bottle. He knew that an evil spirit equivalent to the ninth level of Qi training was contained in it. The image of the nephew holding the evil spirit blaster in front of him was still imprinted in his mind.
He is really a disciple of Junior Brother Four Eyes, and he is so full of tendons and flesh that he can use the magic of inviting gods.
After the crazy thoughts in his mind, he came back to his senses, shook his head and said: "Yes and no, there are actually different ways to drive ghosts to this part. I will talk to you when I go back. This place is not suitable."