Chapter 13 Ink Pot

He Qing poured the cinnabar into a shallow white porcelain dish and slowly mixed it, all the while answering Ning Rui's questions, "Zombies with their limbs strung up like that can only move in a straight line with hopping and jumping because they are inconvenient to move. Normally, only the Corpse Chasers from Xiangxi would use them to travel at night."

"Corpse Chaser?"

The others showed curiosity, all craning their necks.

"Of course, now you can't see them anymore. With such developed transportation, vehicles coming and going at night, it's hard to avoid them, and who knows how long it would take to walk. Only in remote places can you occasionally see them in the mountains and forests..."

At this point, she stopped the grinding stone in her hand, and looked up at Ning Rui with a half-smile, "But... if you do happen to come across one in the wilderness at night, I'm afraid you'd pass out from fright before you even get a clear look at what it is!"