Is this what a zombie is?

34. A complete resurrection incense

The Japanese army clearly attempted to open the bronze coffin; there were signs of prying and even cutting along its edges, but they ultimately failed.

The colonel and the scholar in the white coat were having a heated conversation in Japanese.

This historical illusion was like a silent film to Jiang Chen; he couldn't hear a sound at all.

Even if he could hear them, he couldn't understand what they were saying.

He wasn't very interested in foreign languages, especially Japanese. He only knew a few common ones, such as dame, baka, arigato, and yamete.

Jiang Chen could read the fanaticism and greed in their eyes, and he could also see the undisguised look in their eyes when they looked at the civilians in the prison.

It wasn't cruelty, but indifference, because to them, the inhabitants of this land were not human beings at all, but pigs, inferior to them.

Whether it's slaughtering, abusing, humiliating, or using it as experimental material, it's all acceptable and even correct.

Suddenly, Jiang Chen's gaze locked onto the top of the bronze coffin, where a mosquito coil-like object was embedded.

Although the size and shape were slightly different, Jiang Chen recognized it immediately; it was the Resurrection Incense.

The complete... Resurrection Incense!

This was the first time he had ever seen the complete form of the Resurrection Incense. In this chaotic space-time, he had witnessed the full appearance of this divine object.

If the incense of resurrection from a hundred years ago was intact, then why did it break into several pieces?

Could it be related to the group of ruthless Japanese soldiers in front of us, their upcoming experiments, and that zombie king?

Jiang Chen wanted to find out more, so he moved closer to the bronze coffin, wanting to get a clearer look at it up close.

But a strange thing happened: every time he took a step closer to the bronze coffin, the bronze coffin would take a step back.

The distance between him and the bronze coffin remained constant; he could neither get close nor see it clearly.

But with him and other people and things, nothing like that happens. Apart from the inability to have any physical contact, there are no distance restrictions at all.

Furthermore, when Jiang Chen first saw the bronze coffin, he had a feeling that it was related to him.

This strange phenomenon has given Jiang Chen a bold, even crazy, idea.

Could it be... himself lying inside the bronze coffin?

To be honest, Jiang Chen was shocked by his idea.

But if you really think about it carefully, it might not be impossible. That letter from a hundred years ago, Cat Master's understanding of Blackstone Prison, formerly a Japanese military experimental base...

When all of this was truly connected, and upon deeper reflection, Jiang Chen felt a chill run down his spine!

The Japanese colonel gave the order to the white-coated officer beside him, who nodded to indicate that he understood.

The Japanese soldiers then grabbed their weapons; their target was not the bronze coffin, but the complete, mosquito coil-shaped incense burner on top.

No one knows how long they worked, but with a final, heavy blow, they pried the complete incense stick from the coffin in the most savage and brutal way.

Fortunately, the Resurrection Incense was no ordinary item; otherwise, it really wouldn't have been able to withstand such torment.

The moment the incense of resurrection left the bronze coffin, the intricate and ancient Taotie patterns on the surface of the coffin seemed to dim for a moment.

But neither Jiang Chen nor the Japanese army noticed anything.

Because this is a historical illusion, Jiang Chen cannot get close to the bronze coffin, so such a subtle change is naturally difficult to detect.

The Japanese soldiers, however, paid no attention to this. At this moment, all they could see was that magical object that could bring people back to life.

Obtaining this legendary artifact also means that the chapter of hell has begun.

Several soldiers rushed into the prison and dragged out several civilians with numb eyes and thin bodies like livestock.

They didn't struggle, didn't cry out, and didn't even show the slightest change in expression, because they had long since exhausted even the strength to despair.

Now, they are nothing more than walking corpses.

To obtain data, you need to experiment, and controlled experiments are a way to obtain accurate data.

The first civilian was pinned to the ground, and the doctor in the white coat took out a syringe and injected a tube of dark green liquid into his vein.

The man twitched a few times and then fell silent.

The man in the white coat scribbled something quickly in his notebook, then lit the incense to revive the corpse, letting the strange smoke envelop it.

No miracle of resurrection occurred, but the corpse continued to twitch in the smoke, spitting out black poisonous blood, and strange bluish-black blood vessels appeared under its skin.

Aside from that, he had no other reaction; he couldn't even stand up.

Clearly, this is a failure.

The second civilian was knocked unconscious by a gun butt, then had his wrist artery slit open while he was still alive, blood gushing out and staining the cold ground red.

After his vital signs completely disappeared, the scholar used the same trick again and lit the incense to revive him.

This time the result was slightly better. The corpse's eyelids twitched violently a few times, a strange "hoarse" sound came from its throat, and its limbs were twisted at an abnormal angle.

In the end, everything fell silent.

The conclusion remains the same: failure.

Poisoning, shooting, drowning, bloodletting...

One after another, vibrant lives were cruelly ended before Jiang Chen's eyes, and then used as consumables for testing effects.

As a medical student, he revered life and once wanted to dedicate himself to the profession of saving lives and healing the wounded, burning himself to save the lives of others.

But what he saw before him was a desecration and trampling of life.

A silent rage burned within him, scorching his reason.

If he could, he really wanted to rush up and tear those beasts in military uniforms and white coats to shreds.

But he was just a ghost, a ghost from a hundred years in the future, a powerless bystander.

Jiang Chen lowered his head. To him, the historical illusion was like a silent film; as long as he chose not to watch it, he wouldn't hear the struggles and screams.

But since it concerns the Resurrection Incense and that long-buried history, how could Jiang Chen possibly resist looking at it completely?

His fists clenched and unclenched repeatedly, his nails digging deep into his flesh, his lips pressed tightly together, yet still making a grinding, grating sound.

Unbeknownst to Jiang Chen, as his emotions fluctuated wildly, the bronze coffin behind him resonated with an extremely subtle intensity in response to his suppressed rage.

The entire bronze coffin trembled slightly, emanating a terrifying aura. The Japanese colonel and others were affected, but Jiang Chen could not sense it.