Strange national destiny: My Chinese-style horror scares the world

"Boom~"

When he opened the bottle, a disgusting stench entered Park Ye-sung's nose.

Let's just say this smell is the stench of a rotting corpse, and none of the gases produced in the process are wasted. After the juice is reduced over a high fire, a little bit of essence is extracted.

After Park Ye-sung inhaled this "little bit of essence" through his nose, his eyes went dark and he almost fainted.

Although he didn't die, he felt that his lungs might have been contaminated in some way.

"Cough cough cough cough... cough cough... vomit~ vomit~ vomit~"

His face immediately turned green, and he leaned over to the ground and began coughing and vomiting violently.

But at this moment, there was nothing in his stomach that he could vomit out even if he wanted to. There was only some clear gastric juice.

"I, I can't hold on any longer..."

After Park Ye-sung stopped coughing, everyone thought he would be fine.

Unexpectedly, his complexion became worse and worse, and his voice became extremely hoarse.

"Captain, you have to hold on!"

"We can't live without you, Lao Pu!"

"What would we do if you died? What would happen to the Western Eight Countries? You are the hope of our entire country!"

Park Ye-sung is indeed a good captain. He is very capable and smart.

If it weren't for him, there wouldn't be so many people in this team still alive, and they might have been wiped out long ago.

It can be said that he is the soul of the entire team. Once he dies, the team will be disbanded.

What awaits them is certain destruction.

Park Ye-sung's lung function has been severely damaged. No matter how hard he breathes, his complexion becomes worse and worse, and his lips begin to turn black and even purple due to lack of oxygen.

Every time he coughed, some blood foam would flow out of his mouth, emitting a corpse-like stench.

"This... uh... the stuff in the bottle... is smelly. I've basically ruled out water... or wine. It's red in color, so it could be the blood of some animal."

In the last moments of his life, Park Ye-sung was still analyzing the current situation and conveying important information he guessed to his teammates.

"Burn... me... don't... leave... me... to... a... zombie..."

After saying this, he exhausted his last bit of vitality, and one hand fell weakly to the ground.

"team leader!"

"Do not--!"

【Park Ye-sung, deceased.】

Looking at the reminder conveyed by the system, everyone understood that the captain was indeed dead and could not be revived.

But this made them feel a little dazed and unbelievable. How could such a healthy person die?

"There's something strange in this bottle."

Someone picked up the bottle that had fallen to the ground, and the black liquid that flowed out of it still emitted a disgusting smell.

"This is definitely a trap!" someone growled in grief and anger.

"Su Yi—I'm going to kill you!!"

Unexpectedly, their captain did not die at the hands of zombies, and he didn't even see the face of Hanba.

He was killed by such an inconspicuous prop.

Su Yi's terror once again resonated deeply in people's hearts.

In people's eyes, he is simply the incarnation of the devil.

……

"Ah-"

As the instigator, Su Yi naturally didn't know what had just happened.

In fact, it wasn't a trap he set on purpose.

There was black dog blood in the bottle, but it was expired.

After continuous decay and fermentation, the chemical gases produced naturally have great lethality.

But he couldn't have imagined that someone would open it and smell it.

……

The firelight illuminates the night.

Park Ye-sung's body was found in a wilderness, wrapped in a pile of firewood, and turned to ashes in the raging fire.

After lighting the fire, the group from the Western Eight Kingdoms quickly evacuated and returned to the ancestral hall. They could only watch the fire from afar and bid farewell to their captain.

I don’t know if it was an illusion, but above the flames there seemed to be a faint figure floating up, smiling faintly at everyone, and then flying into the vast universe.

Return to the ancestral hall.

Everyone looked at the pile of items placed on the ground:

Rice, red powder, copper coins, daggers, animal blood...

Looking at these things on the ground, everyone fell into deep suspicion.

"Could it be that... the ancient people of Dragon Country relied on these things to fight zombies, Smida?"

"We must have been deceived."

"No matter what, these are important clues!" said Park Piao Le.

The captain is dead,

As the deputy captain, he naturally has to shoulder the responsibility of leading the entire team.

His strength is slightly weaker than Park Ye-sung, but only slightly.

He also has a strong body and a good brain.

At this moment, he is analyzing,

"The solution to zombies cannot be easily discovered."

"On the contrary, it is this kind of intelligence hidden in the corners, which may be missed if you don't search carefully, that is the most credible."

"So, these things are really useful against zombies!"

These seemingly insignificant objects are the key to defeating zombies!

……

Next, everyone began to think about where they could find these things.

As for rice, I guess I can't find it.

After all, this thing is only available to humans, and can only be made by using a special method of shelling.

At worst, we need to trade with other villages outside.

But the village in this copy doesn't look like it has any living people living in it.

So everyone directly passed this option.

Then there is the red powder,

After some identification, everyone found that it was some kind of ore, which should contain mercury.

"In Dragon Country, this thing is called 'Cinnabar'." Someone said.

"Cinnabar..."

Park Piao Le touched his chin and muttered to himself.

This is a kind of ore that should be found somewhere in the mountains.

But they are now unable to move around easily, and it is even more impossible for them to search for minerals late at night and grind them into powder.

If they had put their energy into the right direction, they would have passed the test long ago.

Therefore, it is not possible to produce cinnabar in large quantities.

Thinking of this, Park Piao Le divided the bag of cinnabar on the ground into several portions and asked everyone to take a little.

Throw it out as a smoke bomb at a critical moment and it should be of some effect.

As for the blood of that unknown animal...it's the same as cinnabar.

You can look for it, but you don't have to.

……

The last and only viable option is

Copper coin dagger.