Inside a private room of the night club on Xisi Hutong, a woman clad in black silk lounges on the bed. Without looking at her face, she's enough to drive any man to distraction.

The woman, who could be described as 'not quite old yet,' was paired with a bald, fat man covered in rolls of flesh.

Just as the bald fat man was lost in his indulgence, the door was thrown open.

Startled, Fatso Fan Dajun instantly felt his spirit deflate. "Damn it! Get the hell out!"

A young man, who appeared to be a waiter, bowed his head in apology. "Brother Dajun, the boss downstairs sent me up with this herbal tea. It's more effective than Viagra," he explained before making his leave, a subtle, chilling smile playing on his lips.

Half an hour later, Ji Xiaoliang opened the door.

The woman, still of a certain allure, was frightened by the icy aura of the young man in front of her. Seeing Fan Dajun sprawled on the bed in a stupor, she wisely made a hasty exit.

With a "thud!" Ji Xiaoliang punched Fan Dajun right on the nose.

The stupefied Fan Dajun let out a cry of pain. Spotting the 'young cop,' his eyes widened in shock. But there was no sound coming out of his throat, "You, who are you? You, you've got the wrong person."

Ji Xiaoliang drew closer to the terrified Fan Dajun, his face contorted in a malicious grin, "Take a good look at my face. Be sure to let Yama know when you're reincarnated."

"No one will hear you even if you scream your lungs out."

Fan Dajun tried to sit up but couldn't. "What have you done to me?"

Ji Xiaoliang loomed over him. "You've ingested a drop of my blood, a drop of zombie's blood."

In desperate straits, Fan Dajun croaked, "Don't kill me. I'll give you money, lots and lots of it."

Ji Xiaoliang crushed the man's groin under his foot. "You sure talk a lot of trash!"

Blood flowed down onto the floor from the lower body of the chubby man, Fan Dajun. The sharp pain helped him to sober up slightly. He reached under his pillow and pulled out a gun, holding it tight with both hands.

Finally, soaked in cold sweat from the humiliation, Fan Dajun, who had been mustering up his strength for a while, pulled the trigger.

Bang!

The bullet hit Ji Xiaoliang on the chest, but the powerful impact only caused him to pause slightly.

"No blood?" Fan Dajun was desperate. He couldn’t make any sound, but his mouth opening and closing became more violent! At last, he realized that wanting to die can be a luxury.

Ji Xiaoliang said, "I'll give you a swift end!" He picked up a heavy porcelain ornament from the bedside and swung it at Fan Dajun's face. "Bang! Bang! Bang!" He swung again and again, not stopping until the entire porcelain ornament was completely shattered.

The gunshot attracted someone. A knife-wielding strong man with a killer face appeared at the door, "You...you killed my boss." Behind him were more than a dozen menacing men, all seemingly Fan Dajun’s subordinates.

The violent, cruel, and blood-filled scene in front of them stunned them.

Ji Xiaoliang turned his head at the sound, his eyes cold, and pulled out a hot bullet from the hole torn in his T-shirt.

The strong man, who stood tall and sturdy like a tower, took a step back.

The seemingly frail Ji Xiaoliang took another step.

With a wicked and bizarre smile, Ji Xiaoliang handed the bullet to the strong man, saying, "Even bullets have no effect."

The strong man yelped as the hot bullet burned his hand, and his knife clattered to the ground.

Ji Xiaoliang kept walking, no one dared to stop him!

The menacing group, these ruthless men, accustomed to life on the edge of the knife, just stood there and watched a slender young man kill their boss and then walk away.

......

Finally back home, Ji Xiaoliang collapses onto the couch.

For the novice zombie Ji Xiaoliang, his current state is that of a mere "White Zombie," the most feeble among the undead. His physical strength is less than that of an average young man, and he stands no chance in a brawl. He is vulnerable to light, and a simple splash of gasoline followed by lighting a match can reduce him to ashes. His only redeeming qualities are his poisonous wisps of death aura, imperviousness to blades and firearms, and his significant healing abilities.

The driving force for a zombie's actions is the deathly aura within.

Just now, Ji Xiaoliang had depleted much of his strength killing Fan Dajun, and he can now distinctly feel his skin hardening, wrinkles appearing, and fangs and long nails getting ready to protrude...

The uncontrollable, the manifestation of the lowest-level form of Ji Xiaoliang, starts to feel less exhausted.

Yet, Ji Xiaoliang is deeply upset. He can't imagine himself as this stiff-bodied, fierce-looking creature lurking in the gloomy darkness for God knows how long...

"I need to accumulate my zombie power! I don't want to be a monstrous zombie!"

"When my zombie power is full, I will not have to worry anymore, and no one will know even in broad daylight that I am a zombie!"

Feeling the flow of the zombie energy in his undead body, Ji Xiaoliang suddenly realizes: compared to the time when he felt so stifled being ridiculed as a worthless little cop, perhaps now is better!

Poverty had made a fool of him. When his girlfriend Liu Li announced her pregnancy, he was so clueless that instead of realizing he was going to be a father, he paid down a property in Liu Li's name.

The irony was, when Liu Li left him for her former boyfriend back from studying in England, he had the audacity to ask her "why?" Only when Liu Li scorned him, scoffing, "What can you offer me? You can't even pay your mortgage without my help!" did he finally give up.

Had he not been utterly crushed, he would have never chosen to face death by confronting ruthless thugs like Fan Dajun.

A dreadful determination quietly takes root in Ji Xiaoliang's mind.

"I must become stronger!"

"What I've lost, I'll retrieve it piece by piece!"

"What I want, I'll also snatch it back piece by piece!"

It was late at night. Ji Xiaoliang got up and when he saw a small red flower on the balcony, he couldn't help but feel relaxed and joyful. "Wonderful! This is the Chthonic Ghost Grass."

According to the "Imperial Primal Scripture," the Chthonic Ghost Grass is a spiritual herb from the times of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors. It brings enormous benefits to both zombies and Buddho-Daoist monks.

Ji Xiaoliang, in his initial stage of a zombie state, swallowed a Chthonic Ghost Grass, and within a few minutes, he felt a chilling aura dispersing within his body. His withered skin hydrated visibly while his canine teeth and long nails vanished without a trace.

Just as Ji Xiaoliang was celebrating his find, his phone started to ring.

Upon seeing the caller ID showing Chu Qing's name, Ji Xiaoliang felt a mix of happiness and unease.

More than anything, Chu Qing was his classmate from the police academy. Before graduation, Ji Xiaoliang was always the underachiever, struggling both academically and physically. Worse yet, he was the only police officer candidate who got dizzy when handling firearms. Contrastingly, Chu Qing was the renowned top beauty of the academy, admired and pursued by countless admirers. Even famous directors from CCTV personally went to the academy to invite her to play the lead role. After graduation, while Ji Xiaoliang was still a trainee, Chu Qing not only got her badge but was also promoted to be a grade three police inspector, becoming a detective team leader, his direct superior.

Reportedly, Chu Qing’s arrival significantly improved the law and order in her jurisdiction. The reason was simple: as male creatures, local ruffians were rather unwilling to shame themselves in front of a stunning beauty like Chu Qing.

Rumor even had it that many retired officials from the provincial Department of Public Security were willing to lose face to introduce their proud descendants to Chu Qing.

Ji Xiaoliang asked, "What's up, Chief Chu?"

On the other end of the phone, an exasperated female squalled, "Ji Xiaoliang! I'm surprised you even know how to answer a phone. Do you have any idea how many calls I've made? If you weren't a policeman, I would have reported you missing by now!"

It seemed that over the period Ji Xiaoliang was missing, he'd caused Chu Qing quite a bit of worry.

Facing the outburst from the beautiful police officer, Ji Xiaoliang explained sheepishly, "Uh, I was feeling down lately, so I went home for a while without my phone. Here I am, I'm back."

There was a pause on Chu Qing's side before her voice softened: "It's just a heartbreak. Let it go. Men should be focused on their careers. Cheer up. If you want to get certified, come to Zhengxing Street now! There are hooligans causing trouble here. I'll help you rack up some merit."

There is never unprovoked love, hate, resentment, and grudge in this world.

Chu Qing sighed after hanging up, "Was I too harsh on him? He's not my brother after all." In the darkness of the night, the policewoman had a brief emotional moment: Yes! Ji Xiaoliang looks a lot like her real brother, Chu Tianxiong, but how can Ji Xiaoliang, who gets dizzy when handling a gun, possibly be as outstanding as half of her brother? Her brother had long passed away, why should she forcefully project her expectations of her brother onto Ji Xiaoliang?