Chapter 34: Wall-Bang the Zombie!

“But… why can a zombie talk?”

This was what Chen Fan found even more curious.

The Zombie Empress had truly spoken—her lips moved and sound came out, not just a voice transmitted telepathically.

Logically, a zombie’s body should be stiff; it shouldn’t even be capable of producing sound, right?

“I’m speaking to you!”

“Why have you disturbed this Empress!?”

Seeing that Chen Fan didn’t respond, the Zombie Empress questioned again, her voice laced with a frosty authority.

“This Empress?”

“She’s aware of her identity?”

“Does she possess memories from her past life? Or has her soul returned? Did the Soul-Summoning Lamp work?”

Chen Fan thought to himself.

“Her soul has returned!!”

“And when she was buried, she must have taken a corpse-preserving pill. Not only did her body not decay, it’s actually in excellent condition.”

“This is a mutated zombie, one with incredible potential.”

The system provided clarification for Chen Fan.

No wonder she was once an Empress—truly wealthy.

Chen Fan silently mused, then replied to the Empress: “I didn’t disturb your slumber. I came to save you.”

“Hmm?”

The Empress furrowed her brows—Chen Fan had indeed spoken, but she couldn’t understand what he was saying.

Because he was speaking Mandarin Chinese.

“A foreigner?”

“What are you saying?”

Very soon, a supremely dignified voice echoed in Chen Fan’s mind.

The Empress had chosen to communicate with him via spiritual power.

As expected of a soul-returned mutated zombie—how powerful.

She initiated spiritual communication with me.

Hearing the Zombie Empress’s voice in his head, Chen Fan was slightly astonished.

After all, zombies are usually known for their physical strength; mental strength is typically their weakness.

“You’re the foreigner!”

Chen Fan snapped back once he realized.

“Insolent!”

The Zombie Empress became enraged. With a scolding cry, the bronze coffin trembled under the rolling surge of baleful energy.

“All right, all right, stop posturing with your imperial might.”

“I’m not your subject; your imperial aura is useless against me.”

“And to be frank with you, the moment I leave this place, you’ll begin to completely dissipate.”

Chen Fan calmly added, “Do you think it’s just the light in this place that’s dispersing your baleful aura?”

“Dissipate…”

Sure enough, after hearing Chen Fan’s words, the Empress’s expression darkened slightly.

She had already sensed that something was off.

By all reasoning, such faint light shouldn’t be able to burn her baleful aura.

Yet her aura couldn’t leave the bronze coffin at all—once it tried, it would be instantly purified.

“Haven’t you realized you’ve not only left your tomb, but also your original world?” Chen Fan asked.

“Where… is this place?”

The Zombie Empress asked.

“A landfill. I’m in charge of cleaning and recycling trash.”

Chen Fan answered plainly.

“You…”

The Zombie Empress felt deeply insulted and flew into a rage.

“You what?!”

“I’ve picked up immortal corpses here, even divine beasts.”

“You’re nothing more than a mere mortal-world empress who turned into a zombie.

What’s the big deal?”

“Trying to assert your might here is laughable.”

Chen Fan cut her off directly, speaking with a cold edge.

“Immortal corpses… divine beasts…”

The Zombie Empress instantly calmed down, her eyes flickering with gray light.

“So, you intend to dispose of me?”

She asked.

“Dispose of?”

“I don’t even have to. The moment I leave here…”

“This space will devour you and purify everything inside.”

Chen Fan said casually.

He then walked over to the lid of the coffin, lightly grasped it with his palm, and initiated a recycling process, gaining fifty points in the system.

Chen Fan’s action made the Zombie Empress extremely wary.

This young man could conjure and remove items out of thin air. If he took her coffin away, wouldn’t she be completely purified?

“So if I wanted to deal with you, it’d be easy, right?”

Chen Fan smiled as he looked at the wary Empress.

“What… are you trying to do?”

Realizing that Chen Fan truly had a method to kill her instantly, the Empress’s tone softened considerably.

“Since we’ve met, it’s fate.”

“You’ve cultivated to this level—no easy feat.”

“I can help you.”

“I can take you out of here.”

Chen Fan said with a smile.

“You… can take me out of here?”

The Empress was completely caught off guard by his reaction.

She had thought that, having turned into a zombie, she was a blight upon the world, something that should be eradicated.

“Of course I can.”

“But first, you must step out of this coffin.”

Chen Fan replied.

“You know full well—I can’t step out!”

The Empress’s expression darkened slightly, replying in frustration.

“I can help you.”

Chen Fan said indifferently, then asked the system: “System, can this be repaired?”

“Yes. Deduct ten thousand points to repair and grant her a thread of vitality—just enough to let her step out.”

The system responded.

“Ten thousand points…”

“Just to gain a thread of vitality.”

Chen Fan winced slightly at the cost.

Still, he was extremely curious—why did this space prevent her from stepping out of the bronze coffin?

Was it meant to protect him?

“You… would help me?”

The Zombie Empress was even more shocked now, and her gaze toward Chen Fan softened a lot.

“Don’t move.”

“I grant you vitality!”

Chen Fan returned to the front of the coffin. His tone was a little commanding, and before the Empress could respond, he pressed his palm to her brow.

Did he just wall-bang me?!

That was the feeling the Zombie Empress got.

Unfortunately, she had no heartbeat, and her face wouldn’t flush.

Just as she was about to resist, she realized she was enveloped in white light.

Her ice-cold body began to feel a gentle warmth.

In that moment, she felt like she had truly returned to the human world, once more experiencing the warmth of life.

For a time, she slowly closed her eyes, allowing Chen Fan’s palm to rest against her forehead.

This feeling… is nice.