Bradley looked into the woods with growing concern. “Could they have run into danger?”


    Though pale, Finn tried to reassure them, saying, “Ken is a grandmaster expert. He’s capable of taking


    on a group of ck bears single-handedly. Let’s keep calm and-”


    “Oh no, something’s happened!”


    Finn’s words were cut off when they heard Derek’s shout from a distance. Everyone immediately stood


    up and rushed toward him.


    “What’s going on? Where’s Ken?” Bradley asked as he looked at the two distraught individuals,


    Nico, catching his breath, said, “Ken… Ken went deep into the woods to look for herbs but then I… I


    smelled blood. It smelled much stronger than ordinary blood… I suspect it’s from undead corpses.”


    Bradley’s expression suddenly changed. “Why would there be undead corpses so far from the main


    peak?”


    “Melody,e with me,” Nash said and quickly ran toward the forest.


    Melody followed closely behind. By now, it waspletely dark outside, but thanks to the moonlight


    and both of them being Profound Reality Realm martial artists, they could see clearly through the ck


    of night.


    “Mr. Nash, why are you guys here?” came a voice. Ken was holding several ginseng nts in his


    hands.


    Melody’s tense nerves rxed then. “You scared us to death. We thought the undead corpses got you!”


    “Undead corpses?”


    Ken looked puzzled. “I didn’t see anything.”


    Nash took a deep breath. Even though Ken did not see anything, there was still the strange, eerie


    scent of blood lingering in the air.


    “Let’s get out of here quickly. It’s highly likely that there are undead corpses nearby,” Nash spoke up.


    The three of them then returned to their camp by the creek.


    When the others saw that Ken had returned safely, they could not help but breathe a sigh of relief.


    Derek patted his chest and asked, “Ken, are you sure you didn’t see anything?” He then looked at


    Bradley again and asked, “Old Perry, do undead corpses eat people?”


    “They do. They don’t even leave any bones!” Bradley’s tone was grave.


    A chilly breeze swept through the group, and everyone shivered.


    Ken frowned and said, “I also smelled a strong scent of blood just now. I thought it might be an injured


    animal or something, but I looked around and found nothing!”


    Bradley still was confused about why they would be finding traces of undead corpses this far out.


    “That’s good. Let’s take turns sleeping tonight,” he said absent-mindedly.


    The wild chicken stewed with ginseng no longer tasted appetizing to everyone at the conversation


    about undead corpses. Only Nash enjoyed the meal, slurping the stew and savoring his food.


    When Melody saw this, she could not help but ask, “Aren’t you afraid at all, Nash?”


    Nash picked up some meat from the pot with his spoon and replied with a smile, “What’s there to be


    afraid of?”


    Melody gulped and said, “We’re talking about undead corpses here!”


    Nash chewed on his meat and mumbled, “Compared to a thousand-year-old zombie, which one is


    more formidable?”


    This question left everyone puzzled. Nico looked at his grandfather and asked, “Grandpa, are zombies


    real?”


    “They are. There are tomb owners who used formations to turn themselves into zombies.”


    “So, which is stronger, undead corpses or zombies?”


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    “Zombies are stronger.”


    Bradley stared at Nash. The meaning behind the man’s earlier statement was quite intriguing.


    Nash smiled faintly and said, “I started killing zombies when I was 16.”


    “I don’t believe it!” Heidi spoke up. Forget facing zombies, she had been afraid of the dark during


    bedtime when she was 16.


    Melody pursed her lips. “I don’t believe it either.”