A Zombie Protagonist Who Lives Among Humans Until He's Discovered

166 病 I Sat up in Shock from My Dream, the Villain Turned Out to Be Myself Six GourdsEastern Fantasy1.8M WordsCompleted 110.5kReads9.3Score11.2kShelves

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168 僵 Zombies: Starting from Awakening Merits Writing of a Bountiful YearMystery1.1M WordsCompleted 390Reads—Score—Shelves

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The protagonist is a zombie 💥The male protagonist traveled through time and became a little zombie raised by Uncle Nine. He relied on resentment points to level up. It was the first time he learned that basking in the moonlight can absorb resentment points. He almost did it. He bit someone when he got dizzy. He was taught a lesson by Uncle Nine before he came to his senses. It is better to just grind monsters and upgrade honestly.

170 这 This Prince's Fate Is Too Tough, He Has to Win! Offering a Meal to the MarquisAncient Romance2.0M WordsCompleted 2.4kReads9.3Score379Shelves

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The heroine is a zombie. Chi Rourou was reborn, back to the age of 16, but his body was still the red-eyed zombie from a thousand years later. When he came back, he had close contact with Yu Yuan. From then on, the enemies began to fight each other. The whole article is humorous and very interesting.

171 我 I Became a Zombie Big Black Cat with Nine LivesUrban433k WordsOngoing 120Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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These books are okay

174 重 Rebirth of the Zombie King: I Take My Zombie Brother to Save the World JichenEastern Fantasy900k WordsCompleted 114Reads5.3Score—Shelves

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The second one was okay, it looked good.

175 烧 Burning the Wrong Incense, Offering the Wrong Soul, a Female Ghost Boss Comes to Your Door Taoist JiMystery2.2M WordsCompleted 6.4kReads7.5Score735Shelves

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176 灵 The Strongest Connection in the Supernatural World Gongzi FengMystery660k WordsCompleted 10.2kReads9.1Score770Shelves

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With such a high rating, it really looks good.

177 我 I Come from Hell I Love CroissantsUrban2.1M WordsCompleted 6.4kReads8.9Score969Shelves

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I actually just want to recommend the last one

179 别 Don't Mess with This Magic Star, She Knows Magic! The Quiet One in Chang'anModern Romance1.2M WordsCompleted 262Reads—Score109Shelves

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The heroine is a Xuanmen boss, the world-destroying demon star, the sole heir to a wealthy family, and is doted on by her six sisters.

181 末 The End Is Coming: Am I the Only One Turning into a Zombie? ImpermanenceSci-Fi & Apocalypse130k WordsCompleted 12Reads5.6Score—Shelves

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This one is almost the same.

182 末 Apocalypse: Zombies Among Zombies Be GivenSci-Fi & Apocalypse251k WordsCompleted 73Reads6.2Score—Shelves

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It's all about zombies' life in the city

183 让 To Let You Resist the Strangeness, You Built an Underworld? Mo ChouUrban222k WordsOngoing 14Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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Without saying anything, I recommend everything related to zombies, zombies, death, and ghosts.

189 我 I Was Raised as a Corpse by My Ex-Girlfriend, and I Am Invincible After I Leave the Coffin Niu Zha TianUrban167k WordsOngoing 4Reads—Score—Shelves

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💥Perfect match 🌈The protagonist is a corpse, which was raised by his ex-girlfriend. When it comes out of the coffin, it causes a strange phenomenon in the world, and a total solar eclipse reappears. It is the villain Zu Shi Ye, who has been living in the city and specializes in hunting down Maoshan Taoist priests outside.

191 皇 Royal Zombie: a Real Zombie Appears in the Fantasy World Brave Niuniu Who Loves Code WordsMystery1.1M WordsCompleted 2.1kReads6.2Score123Shelves

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The protagonist is a royal zombie in "Uncle Zombie", who occasionally goes to the town to create waves

192 僵 Zongyue: My Pupils Are Colored! Demon GhostMystery332k WordsOngoing 1.6kReads5.9Score101Shelves

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Very nice. Worth watching [flying kiss][flying kiss][flying kiss]

194 僵 Zombie: a Thunder Blast Blew Me Out of My Coffin White Mice Eating Sweet PotatoesEastern Fantasy470k WordsCompleted 2.3kReads8.5Score114Shelves

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These two books are good and worth reading!

196 长 Long Night Post He BuzuiFantastical Romance2.0M WordsOngoing 32.5kReads9.3Score2.6kShelves

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In 893 AD, the second year of Jingfu, Luoyang City was besieged by the warlord Sun Ru. The food was exhausted and people were eating each other. The "wisp fire" (phosphorus fire) in the Mangshan mass graves was kept day and night. People called it "the evil soldiers took advantage of the passage", but in fact it was low-level ghosts and monsters roaming around that were bred by a large number of corpses. The night at Mangshan Mass Grave is so dense that it cannot be dissolved. New tombs and old tombs are piled on top of each other, so crowded that there is no space. The rotten coffin boards make a soft sound in the wind, as if someone is sobbing softly in the dark. Wu Shisan wiped the sweat from his forehead. In the late autumn night, the sweat was sticky and warm. He added a piece of rosin to the torch, and the flames suddenly jumped up, making the scattered bones around him even more pale. "Master, this place... Is too quiet." Xiao Zhuzhu's voice was trembling unnoticeably, and the cinnabar pen in his hand slipped between his fingers, "Those bones make me panic when I look at them." "If this place is not quiet, you should be quiet!" Wu Shisan squinted his eyes, his sixty-year-old eyes showing the turbidity of the world in the firelight, but also hiding a hint of sharpness. The knuckles of his fingers that were holding Huang Fu turned white, and the old crescent-shaped scar on his fingertips was particularly clear in the light - it was left outside Suzhou City when Huang Chao's team had just crossed the Huaihe River. "Give me the compass." His voice was hoarse with time. Xiaozhu quickly took out a brass compass from the canvas bag, but the pointer was spinning wildly in the compass, and the sound of the copper needle hitting the edge was particularly harsh in this silent night. "Something's wrong." Wu Shisan untied the mahogany sword from his waist, and the cinnabar runes on the scabbard glowed faintly red in the darkness. "It is said that Mr. Zhang's son died seven days ago, so the corpse's energy should be gathered in the southeast." He stepped forward on knee-deep grass, and the traces of the military sword on the broken monument were clearly visible. When Luoyang massacred the city three years ago, he was collecting herbs in Beimang Mountain. The crying and howling in the city lasted for three days and three nights. The smell of blood drifted along the Luoshui River for thirty miles, and even the fish in the river turned white. "Master! Here!" Xiaozhu suddenly shouted, with panic in his voice. Wu Shisan turned around and saw his apprentice holding a torch, lighting up a half-collapsed pit. Dark brown blood scabs accumulated at the bottom of the pit, and more than a dozen corpses were stacked on top of each other. Most of them had rotted into mud. Only one corpse in the corner actually maintained a complete human shape. His heart tightened, and he stepped on the corpse and jumped down. As soon as his fingertips touched the sleeve of the corpse, a gust of cold air penetrated through his fingers. It was bone-chilling, as if he had grasped a piece of ten-thousand-year-old ice. Wu Shisan took a breath as the torch came closer - she was a young woman, her hair was scattered in the mud, her skin was so white that even the blood vessels under her skin were clearly visible. "This corpse... How could it be like this?" Xiaozhu's voice trembled even more. Wu Shisan said nothing, his eyes fixed on the woman's neck. There was a half-inch wide wound with neat edges, and the curve of the rolled flesh was all too familiar to him - he had seen too many such wounds outside Chenzhou City, all caused by military horizontal knives. In Huang Chao's team, the newly recruited refugees are accustomed to using blunt weapons, and only veterans can use this kind of horizontal knife. He subconsciously reached out to feel her breath. This was a unnecessary move, but when his fingertips were about to touch her skin, he suddenly stopped. The wrist exposed outside the cuff moved very slightly, as fast as an illusion, but it was real. "Master, it's Bai Zhan!" Xiaozhu's voice suddenly rose, and he took two steps forward holding the torch, "According to the rules... I should..." Before he could finish his words, a strange scene happened. As the torch approached, the shoulders of the female corpse slowly turned sideways, and the face originally facing the fire turned to a dark corner, with black hair covering most of her face. Wu Shisan's pupils suddenly shrank. He has been driving corpses for forty years and has seen countless white zombies. Those things will only rush straight towards living creatures, and no one will avoid the Yang Qi. "Don't move!" He grabbed Xiaozhu's hand holding Huang Fu, and the cold sweat on his palm soaked his apprentice's cuffs. Just then, he saw the scar again. The moonlight leaked from the cracks in the clouds and illuminated the curled flesh of the woman's neck. It was very similar to the scene he saw on the threshold of his house twenty years ago - that year when banditry came across the border, his daughter fell in a pool of blood, and there was also such a neat wound on her neck. "Master?" Xiao Zhuzi called out timidly. Wu Shisan's Adam's apple rolled, and the hilt of the mahogany sword carved deep red marks on his palm. The rules in the industry have long been engraved in the bones: mutated corpses should be killed immediately with a mahogany sword, and no one should be left alive. But for some reason, looking at those eyes covered by hair, he couldn't move. This corpse was well preserved in the Yin Veins of Mang Mountain and turned into white zombies. However, ordinary white zombies have already had skin as hard as iron and their joints are stiff, but she can move her fingertips... All kinds of abnormalities are indescribably weird. "Go over there and look for Mr. Zhang's body." Wu Shisan said with a hoarse voice, "Remember, he has a plum blossom birthmark on his chest." Although Xiao Zhuzhu had doubts, he still held the torch and walked away obediently. The firelight gradually disappeared behind the grave. Wu Shisan looked at the white zombies under the moonlight and paused to untie the corpse chain around his waist. The seven copper coins strung on the chain glowed with green light. This chain is soaked in glutinous rice water for seventy-seven forty-nine days, which can lock in the corpse's energy. Wu Shisan knelt down and carefully wrapped the iron chain around the waist of the female corpse. The moment he clasped the copper coin, he seemed to hear a very light sigh. "That's all." He murmured to himself, not knowing whether he was saying it to himself or to the female corpse, "Every wrongdoer has his debtor, so you can stay here for the time being." He carried the female corpse, which was as light as a feather. Wu Shisan spent half a minute spinning incense sticks deep in the mass grave before finally finding an abandoned stone coffin. The lid of the coffin had long been pried open and thrown aside. There was thick dust inside and a few pieces of rotten clothing scattered around. When placing the female body into the sarcophagus, he accidentally knocked off the hair covering her face. Through the moonlight, Wu Shisan could clearly see her appearance - her eyebrows were straight, her nose was straight, and her lips were pursed into a pale line. She actually looked a bit like his daughter who died young. He turned his head away suddenly, not daring to look again. When the coffin lid was put back, the sound of the iron chains clashing was particularly clear in the silent night. Wu Shisan took out a yellow talisman from his arms, stuck it on the coffin lid, and drew a simple word "zhen" on the talisman with a cinnabar pen. "Master! Found it!" Xiaozhu's voice came from a distance. Wu Shisan took one last look at the sarcophagus, turned and walked towards the fire. The corpse chain can trap her for a while, but not forever. He didn't know whether his decision was right or wrong. He just felt like a heavy stone was pressing on his heart, making him breathless. The night wind suddenly picked up, making the corners of his clothes rustle. Wu Shisan looked back and saw that the sarcophagus lay quietly deep in the mass grave, as if no one had ever moved it. But he clearly heard the sound of iron chains sliding slightly from the sarcophagus. Seven days later, Wu Shisan delivered Mr. Zhang's body safely to Luoyang City. The money handed over by the wealthy businessman Mr. Zhang was heavy, but he only took what was agreed upon and returned all the rest. Xiao Zhuzhu was accustomed to this. The master had always been like this. He never wanted anyone who gave too much, and he didn't want anyone who didn't give enough. When they were approaching Mang Mountain, Wu Shisan asked Xiao Zhuzhu to take his luggage back to his residence first, while he carried a lantern and walked into the mass grave alone. The night is darker than seven days ago, and the wind is filled with the bitter smell of wild chrysanthemums, which is the only life on this barren hill. Walking to the sarcophagus, Wu Shisan's heart sank suddenly. The coffin lid was pushed aside and leaned slantedly on the grave. The yellow talisman on it had long since disappeared, leaving only a faint cinnabar mark. He took a deep breath and raised the lantern to shine into the coffin - the sarcophagus was empty. The corpse chain was broken into two pieces, and the seven copper coins originally strung on it were scattered on the ground, and three of them had cracked. Wu Shisan picked up a piece of iron chain. The iron stubble at the break was very sharp, and it was obviously broken by force. He frowned. This corpse chain could trap even a hundred-year-old zombie. How could that female corpse, which had just become white zombie for three years, be so strong? At this moment, his eyes fell on the bottom of the coffin. There, lying quietly, was a withered wild chrysanthemum, its petals curled up, its color faded long ago, leaving only a gray mass. Wu Shisan recognized that this was a wild chrysanthemum that could be seen everywhere on mass graves. It had a tenacious vitality and could take root even in a pile of bones. But there were obvious finger marks on the rhizome of this wild chrysanthemum, as if someone had held it tightly. He stood silently beside the sarcophagus, the halo of the lantern flickering on his face. After a long time, he bent down to pick up the dried chrysanthemum and carefully put it into his arms. Then, he put away the broken corpse chains and scattered copper coins one by one, and put the coffin lid back into place, as if nothing had happened here. Back at his residence, Wu Shisan dragged out a heavy wooden box from under the bed. The box was passed down from ancestors, with complex runes engraved on it, and the corners had been polished smooth. He opened the box and found a yellowed notebook inside, which recorded his decades of experience and experience in removing corpses. He took out a folded piece of paper from his arms and unfolded it. It was the portrait of the female corpse that he had drawn from memory. He carefully put the portrait into his notebook, put it into the wooden box together, and locked it. Xiaozhu stood at the door at some point, watching his series of actions, and couldn't help but ask: "Master, what are you..." Wu Shisan turned around, the expression on his face was as calm as a pool of deep water. He looked at his apprentice and spoke slowly, with a voice that had experienced many vicissitudes: "Xiao Zhuzhu, remember, we corpse chasers are chasing souls, not corpses. The rules in this industry are dead, but the human heart is alive. Some things are heavier than rules."

197 都 They Have Become Zombies, but They Still Want to Raise an Empress Daughter? Chen MiaowuMystery2.4M WordsCompleted 13.1kReads5.8Score1.6kShelves

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The male protagonist accidentally traveled to a world of supernatural resurrection, and was captured by a hateful evil cultivator and turned into a zombie. At the moment when his consciousness was swallowed by numbness and despair spread, he met a crying abandoned baby. The appearance of the baby allowed me to regain my humanity that was about to be lost and see new hope. I decided to adopt her. I, the zombie dad, started to spoil my daughter!

198 九 Uncle Jiu's Eldest Disciple, His Skills Increased a Hundredfold Northern Landscape823k WordsCompleted 34.5kReads8.4Score2.2kShelves

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Okay, after watching it for so long, I finally see the protagonist starting out as a villain, hahaha [crying with laughter] [crying with laughter] [crying with laughter]

199 从 Starting with Mr. Zombie: I Have a Pair of Yin and Yang Eyes Cottage DrunkardMystery387k WordsCompleted 107Reads—Score—Shelves

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🌙 The city at night is shrouded in fear, and our protagonist, a former zombie, is now exploring the glory and darkness of human nature with his new eyes. 🧛‍♂️ There may be clues hidden in the shadows in every corner, and there may be secrets behind every smile. How will he find his place in this suspenseful environment, and how will he use his special identity to help others, or expose the evils hidden in the sun? 🔍

200 重 This Zombie in Rebirth Is a Bit Fierce March Edition1.0M WordsCompleted 803Reads8.5Score104Shelves

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Come and take a look, the products produced by Shang Shang must be of high quality. Zombie novels, how sad I am [laughing][laughing][laughing] I hope there are a few that veterans will like, thank you all [laughing][laughing]