Gamers Are Fierce - Chapter 18
Chapter 18: The White Corpse
Translator: Atlas Studios
Editor: Atlas Studios
With one less person, they could only play Fight the Landlord.
Li Ang had good card skills. Back then, Michael Chan had won 37 million yuan using 20 yuan. On the other hand, Li Ang could easily win 5 million yuan with 200,000 Happy Beans.
After a few rounds, the other two had been utterly defeated. They secretly wondered whether Lady Luck was on Feng Tiechui’s side that day while depression and anxiety welled from their hearts.
Feng Tieyi took the poker card before staring at Li Ang and saying, “Can you defeat me with seventeen cards? Can you defeat me instantly? If you defeat me with seventeen cards today, I will eat this poker card on the spot.”
Li Ang calmly threw all the poker cards in his hand on the newspaper in the middle, which contained the words ‘bomb’ and ‘airplane’.
He had defeated him with seventeen cards.
Feng Tieyi stared at the poker cards on the newspaper. He had wanted to get angry just now, but he’d heard a faint clicking sound.
He subconsciously turned his head to look at the platform in the distance.
The white-haired corpse was sitting in the coffin and standing up straight at a strangely slow speed.
It stepped out of the low coffin, jumped off the platform with a hop, and walked quietly toward the three people who were playing a card game.
Zombies were born out of the grievances and foul air in the world. They relied on grievances for strength and on blood for food.
According to the collection of mystery novels such as What the Master Would Not Discuss and The Thatched Study of Close Scrutiny, zombies could be divided into purple corpses, white corpses, black corpses, green corpses, hairy corpses, flying corpses, roaming corpses, hidden corpses, unchangeable corpses, drought demons, and Denglongs1.
Purple corpses were ordinary corpses, while white corpses and black corpses were covered in hair on the outside and could stand upright and move freely.
Green corpses and hairy corpses were agile. They jumped like the wind, were not affected by ordinary fire, and were also unafraid of sunlight.
Higher-level flying corpses could use magical powers, fly in the air, and walk a thousand miles at night.
As for unchangeable corpses and higher-level drought demons, they were already the stuff of legends. No life existed wherever they went.
Although the white corpse in front of them was just a low-level zombie, it was not something a defenseless physical body could fight against. When ordinary people came into contact with ghosts and monsters all of a sudden, it was normal for their bodies to go stiff out of fear.
The white corpse jumped down from the platform and slowly walked over in silence. Feng Tieyi wanted to scream, but his expression changed when he recalled his companion, who had escaped in a hurry just now.
According to the strange sayings that circulated in the village, when one encountered a corpse that started moving suddenly, a living person should not speak aloud and it was best to hold their breath. Otherwise, the corpse would smell the breath of the living person and would swoop over to choke the person to death.
Feng Tiebing, who was sitting facing Feng Tieyi, saw his companion’s expression change, turned his head subconsciously, and also saw the zombie.
The two of them usually had a good relationship. Right now, they were so terrified that they did not dare warn Li Ang, whose back was facing the zombie. They could only throw their cards and stumble toward the door.
They also probably wished that Li Ang, whose back was facing the white corpse, would become a human shield to temporarily block the zombie.
Li Ang, who was sitting on the innermost side, watched all his companions leave the assembly hall before he unhurriedly stood up. He dusted off his clothes and turned toward that zombie.
This pitiful woman, who had been starved to death by her own son, could not rest in peace even after death.
She was covered in white long hair all over her body. The fine, fluffy mycelium sprawled out from the gaps of the burial clothes and gently swayed as the wind blew.
Her skin beneath the white hair was pale, crumpled, and covered in wrinkles just like snakeskin.
Only her face was not completely covered by white hair. She had empty eyes, a fierce, terrifying expression, and no teeth whatsoever when she opened her mouth wide. Only her pale gums could be seen.
When it seemed to smell the breath of a living person, the white-haired zombie stretched its hands forward to approach Li Ang slowly.
“Ugh…”
Li Ang let out a soft sigh. He picked up the Kalashnikov rifle with the buttstock pressed tightly against his shoulder and leaned his neck slightly to the right. His right eye aligned with the line of sight, his left foot stepped forward, his left knee was bent, and he used his right foot to support his body as he shifted his center of gravity forward.
This was a very standard rifle posture.
When he pulled the trigger, the bullet shot out after rotating in the rifle.
The 7.62mm-caliber rifle bullet flew at a speed of 850m/s, sweeping along the muzzle energy of 1980J. If it was shot at an ordinary person, it would first leave a small hole at the point of the shot and then create a huge wound.
The fragility of the flesh and body exceeded the imagination of ordinary people by far. Even a mammoth or a tyrannosaurus could not withstand a 7.62mm bullet at such a close distance without suffering any damage.
Thud, thud, thud.
The muzzle was ignited. Within six seconds, Li Ang dumped all 29 bullets in the magazine on the head, torso, and limbs of the white-haired zombie.
When the last bullet was left in the magazine, Li Ang held the gun in his right hand and pulled out the magazine at his waist with his left hand. Then, he used a new magazine to cover the magazine latch on the firearm. When he opened it, the empty magazine loosened. He squeezed the new magazine forward to make the empty magazine fall out and installed the new magazine in a normal sequence.
This one-handed tactical movement of changing the magazine only took him two to three seconds. Compared to the traditional process of replacing a magazine, it could save a lot of time. Even the action of pulling the bolt to load the rifle could be eliminated, which improved the sustainability of the firepower greatly.
7.62mm bullets were instilled in the white-haired zombie without a pause. This dull, loud noise echoed in the village assembly hall and weaved a symphony full of blood along with the clear tinkling sound of bullet shells falling to the ground.
The huge muzzle energy made the white-haired zombie retreat. Its white hair was connected to a large area of its scalp, which had been cut off by the rifle’s bullets. Its pale skull and reddish-white flesh were exposed to the air as a result.
However, its body, which was covered with white hair, blocked the 7.62mm bullets.
That seemingly fluffy and soft white long hair stuck to the copper-shell bullets like a strong bulletproof vest, making them stay on the surface of the zombie’s body instead of advancing any further.
Even a pinch of white hair extended from the zombie’s throat, blocking the bullet trying to penetrate its mouth.
Completing the quest naturally could not be so easy. Li Ang, who had already been mentally prepared, put the AK47 back in his backpack, pulled out the double-barrel shotgun he had made with motorcycle spare parts with his right hand, and pulled out a simple hand grenade modified with a pull-top can with his left hand.
Boom! The double-barrel shotgun ejected densely-packed small steel balls toward the white-haired zombie, blowing off its numb, pale eyes.
The white-haired zombie’s body was suddenly seriously injured by the huge impact. A second later, a mournful shout echoed throughout the mountain!
The zombie approached as its gray, withered long hair fluttered sideways like a ghost due to the sudden acceleration.
“So fast…”
When a thought flashed past Li Ang’s heart, he stamped on the ground subconsciously just like a gunshot and was able to avoid the claws of the zombie, which were grabbing at the air.
In that lighting flint, Li Ang clearly saw that the zombie’s black fingernails were extremely long and sharp. If he was scratched by them… he would probably be cut in half.
The retreating Li Ang rolled on the ground. After he stood up by balancing on his center of gravity, he successively pulled the shotgun trigger and removed the bullet. His left hand pulled the fuse of the pull-top can hand grenade all of a sudden and threw it toward the zombie before he dodged behind the pile of chairs on both sides of the hall.
The sturdy pull-top cans, which were tied with transparent tape, traversed the beautiful curve of the trajectory in the air and fell in front of the zombie.
The white zombie reached out to take the pull-top can and squashed it ferociously.
Boom!
The flame shot up to the sky and the shock wave, which was visible to the naked eye, swept across the entire hall and broke the tables and chairs in the corner of the hall into pieces easily.
In the pull-top cans were densely-packed steel balls, steel nails, and steel pieces that blossomed in the air into a deathly flower. Amid the sound breaking through the air, they were firmly embedded in every corner of the hall.
Li Ang, who was hiding behind the tables and chairs, stuck his head out. However, he saw a figure still standing in the dust that covered everything.
“Ho… Ho!”
A low shout roared in the middle of the hall. The zombie slowly stepped out of the smoke and dust and all the flesh on its palms was stripped away, leaving only white bones.
However, as if it was alive, its hair climbed along the zombie’s arm, attached to the wound of its palm, and healed the wound.
The white hair on it also quickly turned black at a rate that was visible to the naked eye and even became emerald green at the roots.
It was evolving from a white corpse to a black corpse and a green corpse.
