I Made The World Mutate

So, when you encounter an evil zombie, my dear friends, run. Don't try to fight an evil zombie alone.

Fortunately, evil zombies are easy to recognize because they emit an evil aura that surrounds their bodies.

The aura is blood red, resembling a blood mist, which makes them unmistakable.

However, chances are if you really meet one, you might not be able to escape, because evil zombies are incredibly fast, even faster than cars. That is, unless you can outrun a car.

So, my dear friends, if you're worried about encountering evil zombies, it's best to stay away from deserted places.

What's even more formidable is the fourth type of zombie. I've only ever seen one of this type, and it's as powerful as a curse ghost. It's called a corpse general.

Just like curse ghosts, corpse generals can form their hatred and evil aura into weapons, also known as corpse soldiers.

I've only ever seen one of these corpse generals. Actually, I didn't see it myself. Someone else saw it and sent me a picture.

Xiao Mu scrolled down to view the picture, and he couldn't help but feel a slight shock.

Isn't this the hundred-year-old corpse from General Mountain I saw in a post?

However, with Bai Xiaosheng's annotations, Xiao Mu now had a clearer understanding.

Bai Xiaosheng: Did you see the triangular flag on the zombie's back, my dear friends? That is a corpse soldier, a weapon formed by the zombie from its hatred and evil aura.

Just like the ghost soldiers of curse ghosts, these corpse soldiers are extremely powerful. If an average person is hit, death is certain. Even martial artists cannot escape.

Unless you're incredibly strong, you might be able to withstand a few attacks.

However, so far, I've never seen anyone fight a curse ghost or a corpse general with ghost or corpse soldiers. Therefore, the extent of their power is currently unknown.

I'll continue to try to explore the strength of curse ghosts, corpse generals, ghost soldiers, and corpse soldiers. So, my dear friends, if you want to know this information as soon as I get it, please follow my public account...

Xiao Mu looked up, lost in thought.

According to Bai Xiaosheng's classification, he hadn't expected that the hundred-year-old corpse on General Mountain was the most powerful corpse general known to date.

However, recalling the photos he saw of the relevant department fighting the corpse general, although the corpse general was completely destroying the thermal weapon equipped soldiers, it never used its corpse soldier, that is, the triangular flag on its back.

As a result, Xiao Mu, who had seen the photos, failed to notice the existence of the triangular flag on the corpse general's back.

Considering this, Xiao Mu felt worried. The corpse general was able to fight a group of soldiers single-handedly and wreak havoc without using the triangular flag, hiding its full strength.

In the end, he was uncertain whether the thermal weapons used by the relevant department could kill the corpse general. Along with Bai Xiaosheng's claim that evil zombies are faster than cars, the speed of the more powerful corpse general was likely much faster.

Under such circumstances, when faced with a more agile and faster corpse general than a car, Xiao Mu severely doubted whether thermal weapons could kill it on the mountain.

The missile might not have fallen before the corpse general ran off.

The reason the relevant department didn't disclose information about the corpse general was probably because of this. They worried that if the public knew the corpse general had escaped, it would destabilize the situation.

Taking a deep breath, Xiao Mu felt a pang of worry.

The situation was grim. With his current strength, he could barely deal with a Blood Demon. If he encountered a curse ghost or a corpse general, he wouldn't stand a chance, not even to run.

It seems that improving his strength is a pressing matter. Otherwise, if he met something more powerful, it would probably be too late.

He put away his cellphone, while gazing into the distance.

This time, he must get the Hundred-Year-Old Peach Wood!

With the Hundred-Year-Old Peach Wood, he could craft a Peach Wood Sword, which would allow him to truly unleash his power.

Otherwise, if he were unarmed, being able to use half his power would be a good outcome.

Having a weapon or not, really made a significant difference to Xiao Mu at this point.

"Here's Old Mountain. Follow this trail all the way up and you'll see the old Peach Tree. The car can't go any further, you'll have to walk from here."

At the foot of a not so high desolate mountain, the driver of the three-wheeled vehicle dropped Xiao Mu and Qing Yan the Daoist off.

After paying the fare, the driver immediately drove off in his three-wheeled vehicle.

However, from the driver's careless look, Xiao Mu had the faint feeling that he was hiding something.

Shaking their heads, the Daoist Qing Yan and I followed the driver's instructions and walked forward.

Soon, we indeed spotted an old peach tree at the foot of the mountain. It was lush and verdant, filled with numerous thriving branches and leaves.

However, what we saw in front of us made both Daoist Qing Yan and I stop in our tracks from a good distance away.

Under that old peach tree stood two middle-aged men, one of whom held a chainsaw.

Their strong blood qi indicated that they were both martial artists of no insignificant power.

"Haha!"

The martial artist in jeans and gym shoes laughed heartily, his face filled with excitement, "I would have never guessed that the world mutation would cause this old peach tree to become sentient."

"Chen Fang, we lucked out this time. Imagine how much we could get if we cut down this old peach tree and sold the wood in chunks?"

"At least a few top-tier martial arts secret scripts, I'd bet."

The man in Chinese Tang-style clothing named Chen Fang answered with a laugh. He then added, somewhat anxiously, "Enough chatter, saw faster. Before more people show up."

"Why are you so nervous, you think someone would dare to steal from us? I'd be shocked if they had the guts."

A fierce light flickered in the eyes of the man in jeans as he spoke menacingly.

Just then, an ancient, resonant voice emanated from the trunk of the old peach tree. The tree had truly become sentient and could even talk like a human.

This unexpected development surprised both Daoist Qing Yan and I, and we exchanged a glance.

The old peach tree was persuading the man in jeans and Chen Fang, "Gentlemen, I am not an enemy of humans, but a friend. Please, stop!"

"Haha!"

The man in jeans responded with a cruel smile on his face, disdainfully saying, "Do you really think you have any say in the matter at this point? Once we've sawed you into peach wood chunks, we can take them and exchange them for martial art secret scripts."

"Why waste our breath on a tree? Hurry up and saw it down!"

Chen Fang urged impatiently.

"I suppose you're right."

The man in jeans pulled the chainsaw cord. With a hum, the chainsaw sprung to life and began to spin at high speed.

The old peach tree tried to dissuade them again, "Gentlemen, if you do not stop now, I will not be courteous anymore."

"Why don't you show me how discourteous you can be?"

With a look of contempt on his face, the man in jeans, chainsaw in hand, started sawing at the root of the tree.

He was set on cutting down the old peach tree, intent on selling the century-old peachwood as sword material.

"I tried to reason with you, but you were intent on killing me. Since it has come to this, I have no choice but to retaliate."

The old peach tree sighed.

Next thing, the trunk of the old peach tree swiftly rose and harshly struck down the man in jeans and Chen Fang.

"Ah!"

The man in jeans and Chen Fang were taken aback.

The attack of the old peach tree was too fast, too powerful, and too vicious. They both felt its daunting aura.

"Sky-shaking palm!"

"Heaven-reaching fist!"

They each used their moves in an attempt to defend themselves.

But sadly, they were in vain.

The strength of the old peach tree was simply astonishing. It far surpassed both men, crushing them into mincemeat with a single strike.