Is this what a zombie is?

14. Is there any hope for him?

Jiang Chen walked up to him, the lightning on his body dimming slightly due to energy depletion, revealing his pale face.

The sorcerer was taken aback the moment he saw the face clearly.

"It's you. You're actually still alive. As expected, you're no ordinary person."

These words struck a nerve with Jiang Chen perfectly.

That happened about seven days ago. Jiang Chen and his girlfriend were camping in the wild. That night, Jiang Chen encountered a strange thing: he was attacked by a group of scorpions.

The scorpion stung him to death and then left, but thanks to the Resurrection Incense, Jiang Chen was able to be resurrected.

After his resurrection, he couldn't understand what had happened. Had he offended the scorpion? Why would his entire family mobilize to try and kill him?

Now, having witnessed the methods of the sorcerer, with poisonous insects and imps, all the clues have come together.

Jiang Chen was certain that his death was definitely related to the sorcerer in front of him.

"Did you kill me with black magic?"

He stretched out his charred hand, grabbed the sorcerer by the neck, and lifted him into the air.

"explain!"

"Hehe, this is the BOSS's intention, because you declined the BOSS's invitation."

The invitation is indeed true.

Of course, Jiang Chen felt that this invitation was similar to the kind of scam that occurs in industrial parks, but he did not refuse it outright. Instead, he kept it hanging, wanting to gather more information to report it to the police.

Unexpectedly, after realizing what was happening, the other party chose to kill them to silence them, and did so in such a bizarre way as using black magic.

As for Qiu Ziting having her kidney removed, it wasn't a deliberate scheme to lure him out; it was simply a coincidence that her tissue type happened to match the requirements of the expedited buyer.

"How did you even survive? My Ten Thousand Poisons Curse clearly worked!"

The sorcerer stared at Jiang Chen, wanting to get an answer from him; this was his last obsession.

But Jiang Chen had no intention of granting his request, coldly saying, "Go to hell and ask King Yama; perhaps he can tell you."

With a snap, Jiang Chen broke his neck.

However, considering that the other party was a sorcerer and might have ways to save his life, he still threw a palm lightning bolt as a precaution.

It pierced straight through the top of the head, shattering the internal organs and leaving the torso in pieces that could never be put back together. Only then did I feel slightly relieved.

As soon as he relaxed, the intense feeling of exhaustion almost made Jiang Chen lose his balance.

"This body is so weak..."

The surface of the body was surrounded by electric arcs, which were already very subtle and flickered.

His electrical energy was running low, and with his body severely carbonized, he could barely stand.

His vision gradually blurred, the sounds around him became distant, and his consciousness was about to give way.

Jiang Chen, clinging to the last shred of his consciousness, retrieved his phone from the sorcerer's corpse, unlocked it with his fingerprint, and dialed Ai Yi's number.

The moment the call connected, he gave a brief explanation.

"Locate this phone, the dock, the cargo ship, the goods are in my hands, come quickly..."

"I might need to take a nap. I'm counting on you from now on..."

His phone slipped from his hand, and he fell heavily onto the cold iron deck, plunging into endless darkness.

"Hey, Jiang Chen, hang in there! Don't fall asleep, or you won't wake up!"

Ai Yi's anxious shouts came from the other end of the phone.

On a coastal highway late at night, a black Aston Martin sped along like an enraged beast.

The engine roared at its maximum RPM, running countless red lights along the way. The police cars following behind couldn't even see its taillights anymore.

Ai pressed the accelerator hard, not daring to let go for even a second, and the world outside the car window was stretched into a blurry band of light.

He wasn't just driving; he was risking his life, racing against death.

"Take a nap..."

"It's up to you now..."

Jiang Chen's last words were barely audible, yet as heavy as Mount Tai, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

Damn it, what do you mean "I'm counting on you"?!

I'm a business administration major, what can you expect me to do?

Does my dad have money?

No matter how rich he is, he can't bring the dead back to life.

The tires screeched sharply against the ground, and with a near-ninety-degree wild drift, the Aston Martin, tail swishing, crashed through the dock railings in an extremely aggressive manner, finally coming to a stop in front of the cargo ship.

Ai Yi didn't even wait for the car to come to a complete stop before pushing open the car door and scrambling out.

As soon as I stepped onto the deck, a pungent smell of burning, mixed with the stench of blood, assaulted my senses.

Several men in suits lay sprawled on the deck, their bodies curled up in strange positions, their skin bearing the scorch marks of electric shock, and still twitching slightly.

He now knew what that burnt smell was all about.

Is this something a human being could do?

The person and the cat who did this are no longer human, so it's fine.

Ai Yi's worldview was shattered tonight and is still in the process of being rebuilt, so she is quick to accept everything.

He even ignored them; what happened to these people was none of his business. He only cared about whether Jiang Chen was alright.

In the darkness, two points of green light appeared, like two floating will-o'-the-wisps.

Ai Yi was startled and called out uncertainly.

"Cat Lord?"

Catman emerged from the shadows of a pile of shipping containers with elegant cat-like steps.

It glanced at Ai Yi, its gaze still carrying a hint of disdain, but at this moment it made Ai Yi feel incredibly close to it, as if she had found a family member in the organization.

Cat flicked his tail, signaling him to follow.

Ai Yi immediately rushed into the lower deck, where the scene challenged the limits of his understanding.

A man covered in tattoos lay scattered on the ground like a cheap figurine smashed by a naughty child.

The detailed description of the scene would not have passed censorship. Even with his strong heart, he couldn't take it anymore and his stomach cramped.

But he suppressed his physical reaction and found Jiang Chen.

He could hardly believe that this dark, indistinct thing was his brother.

By this time, Jiang Chen's clothes had long since turned to ashes, and his skin was almost completely carbonized. If it weren't for Cat Lord protecting his head, which kept his face relatively intact, he wouldn't have been recognized at all.

His entire body was charred black, like a charred corpse just pulled from a fire scene.

They had a good relationship, but not so good that they would recognize each other even if the ashes were turned to dust.

As Ai reached out, his fingertips were about to touch the charred shoulder when a clump of black ash fell down, startling him so much that he recoiled as if electrocuted.

"Master Cat... is there any hope for him?"

His voice was choked with sobs, and tears streamed down his face uncontrollably.

"In terms of modern medicine, there's no saving her; she can be sent directly to the crematorium for cremation."

The implication is that to save Jiang Chen now, they must rely on metaphysics and the power of the Soul-Returning Incense.