Chapter 37: Resurrection from the Dead

"Brother Mo, Brother Mo, what's wrong?" Ma Cai called out in a low voice, patting Chen Mo's body.

"It's nothing!" Chen Mo swallowed, forcibly suppressing the unease in his heart.

Everything before his eyes was truly horrifying, making it hard to accept.

A person who had been killed over half a year ago was now standing alive before his eyes; such a thing completely defied common sense.

Although Chen Mo had known that the world was not as simple as it appeared on the surface ever since encountering the Grey Mist, the scene before him was indeed too bizarre.

Chen Mo could be certain that he had absolutely not mistaken the person; he remembered this point very clearly, as the other party was the very person he and Zhao Yu had joined forces to kill back then.

Even if the other party hadn't died from the blade wound back then and had somehow managed to survive for over half a year in this lifeless Qingzhou,

there was still one point that could not be explained: the other party's eyes remained perfectly intact, without any damage.

For such a situation to occur, there were only two possibilities: either the other party possessed an ability to return from the dead, or the other party possessed some kind of ability to recover from their own injuries at super speed.

The latter should be impossible; if it existed, he should have discovered it when he moved against him back then.

Then, it could only be the former.

"Fellow countryman, do you still recognize me?" Chen Mo walked forward, revealing a smile, and called out from afar.

"I haven't seen you before, did we know each other in the past?" The man wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth and asked curiously.

"How long have you been here, and why don't you go look for a way to survive?" Chen Mo asked from a distance, not rashly approaching the other party.

He could perceive with extreme clarity the other party's malice toward him; it was the look of someone treating him as food.

"That's right, why is that?" After hearing Chen Mo's words, he fell into thought himself.

However, he did not wander for long before he stopped thinking about this question, and with eyes full of appetite, he ran toward Chen Mo excitedly.

It was just that his running speed could at best be considered fast walking.

"Don't come over!" Ma Cai shouted loudly, gripping the weapon in his hand.

Although the other party looked like an extremely thin and weak disaster victim, in the thousand miles of scorched earth in Qingzhou, where all disaster victims had either died out or fled, the fact that he could still appear here

looked bizarre no matter how one viewed it.

Even if the other party was not the bandit they were looking for, he would definitely not be a kind person.

"Heh heh!" An extremely strange, hoarse roar came from the other party's throat, like a beast, not sounding like a human voice.

The other few Personal Soldiers also successively held their weapons and surrounded him; Chen Mo was fully on guard, staring tightly at the other party.

The other party seemed very weak; when he and Zhao Yu joined forces to kill the other party back then, the other party hadn't been very strong either, just an ordinary disaster victim.

But the fact that the other party could return from the dead and appear before his eyes again proved in itself that he was very bizarre.

Therefore, as long as there was the slightest thing wrong, Chen Mo would flee without hesitation.

He stepped back calmly, leaving space for the other few new soldiers to maneuver.

That person's strength was very weak, and his movement speed was slow.

"Do it." Chen Mo spoke without hesitation.

Even if the other party had returned from the dead now, he had to try killing him again to see if he would resurrect once more.

Additionally, he had to see what means the other party used to resurrect and why he didn't recognize him after resurrecting.

Ma Cai put his strength into his whole body, and the long spear in his hand thrust forward violently.

The other party indeed did not look like a bandit, but in this situation, after being shouted at by him, he still did not retreat and insisted on attacking them, so he naturally deserved to die.

"Chi!" Ma Cai held the long spear and pierced through his chest and abdomen in one strike, and countless blood surged out along the spear tip.

The other few new soldiers also attacked with stabs; they had practiced this move thousands of times in the New Soldier Camp, so using it now was naturally as smooth as flowing water.

In just a few breaths, several blood holes instantly appeared on the man's body.

"Chi!" The few new soldiers pulled out their long spears in unison, and another spray of flesh and blood splattered.

The man's body was stained with blood, his form gradually went limp, and he slowly fell with unease and longing in his eyes.

Ma Cai's breathing was heavy, and the expression in his eyes was very complex; there was panic and tension, as well as excitement and anxiety.

Looking at the broken internal organs on the ground, as countless bloody scents rushed into their nasal cavities, they could also feel waves of nausea surging up.

However, this was not a big problem; the scene before them was indeed a bit cruel, but it was not unacceptable to them, as they had also had the opportunity to see the beheading of death row prisoners.

It just required time to slowly adapt and calm down; there was plenty of time to adapt now, but that might not be the case on the battlefield.

Once on the battlefield, the situations they would see would be ten or even a hundred times more brutal than what was before them.

If they couldn't even adapt to this, then there was no need to go to the battlefield.

It didn't matter if they were excited, nervous, or nauseated now, but if they were too excited or nervous on the battlefield, that would not only cost them their own lives but also harm many comrades.

When an army is defeated, it collapses like a mountain; as long as there is a problem at one point in the formation, it will quickly expand to the entire front.

Looking at the fallen disaster victim, Chen Mo signaled for a few people to bring the carriage over, while he himself stepped back a few paces to observe the other party from afar.

Ma Cai and the others quickly brought the carriage over, and the few of them each stayed in the shed to rest.

After about a quarter of an hour, the man who had collapsed on the ground began to sit up slowly; the blood and internal organs on the ground were still there, but he was completely unharmed.

His eyes were full of confusion, and he stood up straight from the ground.

Although he had expected it in his heart, when he truly saw this scene, Chen Mo's heart could not help but be shocked.

Ma Cai and the other few new soldiers were even paler, and even their bodies began to tremble.

The person they had just killed with their own hands had now stood up alive before their eyes; the impact this brought them was truly too great.

"This, this..." A new soldier opened his mouth repeatedly but was unable to speak.

They were now even suspecting in their hearts that it was this person's vengeful spirit coming to claim their lives.

Chen Mo didn't say much and walked up to stab him to death with his spear again.

Judging from the current situation, the other party was easy to kill, and his strength was not even as good as an ordinary commoner; he was just a thin and weak disaster victim.

But there was one unique point: the other party could not be killed, at least not by conventional means.

"Go get the carriage, we're leaving." Chen Mo dragged the other party's corpse into the shed.

The months of training finally had an effect; although Ma Cai and the others were afraid, they were at least able to move under orders and did not collapse onto the ground in terror.

Chen Mo threw the opponent's corpse into the shack, then tore off a portion of the shack's thatch and lit it with the tinderbox he carried with him.

The entire shack, along with the corpse and the clothes on the corpse, began to burn rapidly.

Qingzhou is dry, and these thatch stalks, along with the wooden pillars supporting them, had no moisture at all; now that the dry wood had met the intense fire, it was reduced to ashes in an instant.

The five new recruits were still trembling; they truly could not understand why everything before their eyes was happening.

Returning from the dead—they had only ever heard storytellers speak of it, and had never truly seen it before.

Chen Mo did not mount his horse to leave immediately; the few new recruits certainly wanted to go, but since Chen Mo had not left, they could only wait.

After about another quarter of an hour, the collapsed shack and the thatch that had turned to fly ash gradually disappeared, and the ground that had turned charred black from the flames returned to its previous appearance.

The entire shack returned to its previous appearance, without any traces of burning at all; the person who had been killed twice in a row previously was now still sitting inside the shack, and there were not even any traces of burning on their body.

(End of this chapter)