Corpse Brother: From Calabash Brothers to Corpse Emperor

As Luo Heng flew through the air, he began to recall the original plot line in his mind.

He thought that if the plot continued as originally planned, the zombified Erdo would destroy the Coiled Serpent No. 1.

The zombified ghost stick will destroy Coiled Serpent No. 2, while Coiled Serpent No. 3 will be destroyed by the zombified Arhat.

However, reality has now deviated from the intended path—

Erduo did not turn into a zombie, and Coiled Serpent No. 1 was also intact.

Although the situation of Coiled Serpent No. 2 and No. 3 is still unknown, the situation is clearly no longer unfolding according to the original plot.

"This is troublesome; the original plot has become unpredictable."

Luo Heng muttered to himself, then tried to reassure himself.

"However, it shouldn't have much of an impact, right? I guess..."

The commander sat in the command room chair, his eyes fixed on the screen.

Several surveillance feeds from different directions kept switching between each other.

The footage from Panshe-1 is now completely static, indicating that the monitoring system has been deliberately sabotaged.

The commander's brow furrowed, his tone cold and stern:

"How is the situation with Coiled Serpent One? Any further feedback?"

The officer standing nearby reported nervously:

"Commander, the monitoring system has completely failed, and we are currently unable to confirm the situation on site."

The commander's face grew even darker: "Where is Coiled Serpent II?"

"The Coiled Serpent No. 2 has been destroyed by the Corpse-Transformed Arhat, resulting in heavy losses."

The officer answered cautiously.

Upon hearing this news, the commander slammed his fist on the table:

"These people are the nation's elite! How could they all get infected while under control? What are we going to do?!"

"Where's the Coiled Serpent No. 3?" the commander asked through gritted teeth.

"Reporting to the commander, the Serpent Three... has been destroyed by a zombie."

The officer's voice trembled, clearly unable to meet the commander's gloomy gaze.

"Corpse Brother!"

The commander gritted his teeth.

"These guys are always getting on our bad side..."

The Panshe project cost the people's hard-earned money, with a construction cost exceeding 100 million yuan.

How can we explain this to the people if we continue like this?

Just then, Erdo rushed in from the base entrance, panting, and saluted the commander:

"Commander, the situation with Serpent One has been resolved; it has been confirmed that it has not suffered any damage!"

Upon hearing this news, the commander finally breathed a slight sigh of relief, and the gloom on his face lessened somewhat:

“Very good, Erduo, you have done a good job. I will record this.”

Erdo bowed slightly: "Commander, this is my duty."

Luo Heng was flying rapidly, thinking about how to find Bai Xiaofei and the others as soon as possible.

However, suddenly, a strange brainwave surged through his mind.

It gave him a sharp pain in his head. He immediately realized what was happening.

"This...could it be infrasound?"

His body began to stiffen, and his eyes gradually became unfocused.

It flew uncontrollably in another direction.

"Damn it, this time the sound waves not only control the ordinary zombies, but I can't escape them either."

Luo Heng inwardly cried out in alarm, yet he was completely unable to break free from this powerful attraction.

On the other side, in the center of the city.

Long You sat on the back of a giant beetle-like corpse, its entire body covered in a dark shell.

It shimmers with a metallic sheen.

The beetle's back protrudes with two pairs of huge, blade-like wing plates.

A thick scorpion tail trailed behind it, its stinger gleaming with a chilling light.

With each step, the ground trembled.

The beetle-like corpse had a huge pillar attached to its back, with several loudspeakers mounted on top of the pillar.

The loudspeaker was continuously emitting low, eerie infrasound waves.

Sound is not just noise, but also a signal for control.

It seemed to strike straight to the soul, forcefully invading the brains of all auditory beings.

Under the influence of the infrasound, the surrounding zombies stopped what they were doing and were instead drawn to Long You's side.

Some of these zombies were crawling on the ground, while others were unsteady on their feet.

Yet they all followed the footsteps of the Dragon Right Beetle Corpse Brother like a tide, just as countless followers surrounded a king.

Long You was sitting on the large carapace of the beetle corpse brother, surrounded by low infrasound waves.

He stared intently at the phone in his hand, the screen displaying a match-3 game.

He sighed softly:

"This game is really good, it's quite fun!"

Suddenly, with a "bang," a bullet flew from a distance and pierced his skull with pinpoint accuracy.

Bright red blood gushed out and dripped onto the phone screen, blurring the image.

"Game lost"

Four words popped out. Long You paused for a moment, then slowly stood up.

He raised his hand to wipe the bloodstains off his phone, his eyes instantly turning cold.

He turned his head to look in the direction the bullet had come from, a dangerous glint flashing in his eyes.

Six kilometers away, inside a residential building, a sniper was hidden in an abandoned room.

The sniper suppressed his shock and quickly reported to the commander via communicator:

"Reporting to the commander, the target's head has been hit with an armor-piercing round. However, he... seems to be unharmed."

The strangest thing is, he seems to have spotted me... at a distance of six kilometers, which is impossible.

The commander listened to the report over the communicator, his brow furrowing deeper and deeper, his voice icy:

"You were hit in the head and nothing happened? Are you sure the target was hit?"

The sniper answered decisively:

"Confirmed, the target's head has been pierced, blood is splattering everywhere, but... he seems completely unaffected."

The commander paused for a moment, then coldly ordered:

"Continue to observe; report immediately if the target exhibits any unusual behavior."

The sniper remained vigilant, his eyes fixed on the target through the scope.

Suddenly, he caught Long You's gaze, which coldly locked onto his direction.

Those eyes held a chilling smile. The sniper's heart tightened.

His palms were sweating, and he muttered to himself:

"Impossible...it's impossible that they discovered me..."

Just then, a low "buzzing" sound suddenly came to his ears, like a strange resonant sound wave.

He quickly turned his head to look around, but found nothing.

The commander's voice came through the communicator again:

"Report! What's the situation? Be aware of your surroundings!"

Before the sniper could answer, a menacing voice came from behind:

"The master said that anyone who dares to disturb him while he's playing games must die!"

He turned around abruptly and saw a zombie with a face full of rotting flesh and bloodshot eyes standing not far away.

A sinister smile curled at the corners of his mouth, and he held a bloodstained bone club in his hand.

The sniper tried to pull back the bolt to return fire, but the zombie was faster, lunging forward and shouting:

"Kill! Kill!"

The sniper's screams came through the communicator, and then the signal was cut off.

The commander, his face cold, listened to the intermittent noise through his headphones when suddenly a low, guttural laugh from a zombie could be heard:

"Haha, my lord! Kill them!"