Is this what a zombie is?

40. Cooperation? Sure!

When Jiang Chen saw through his trump card, Uncle Chen's face contorted, and then he formed a hand seal in front of his chest.

He formed the hand seals very quickly, completing them in the blink of an eye. Then, he stomped his foot, bit his tongue, and spat out a jet of black blood that shot straight toward Jiang Chen's face.

It moves so fast that it gives no one time to react.

"The Corpse Rises!"

A roar that sounded completely inhuman came from Uncle Chen's throat.

With that roar, an invisible, chilling aura instantly enveloped Jiang Chen.

The moment the curse entered his body, Jiang Chen did feel his body stiffen.

His joints felt like they were rusted, making every movement sluggish. His mind remained clear, but the commands he issued were delayed when they reached his body.

However, this situation only lasted for less than five seconds before disappearing completely.

He first stretched his neck, making a series of popping sounds.

Then he raised his hand and moved his fingers in front of Uncle Chen.

This kind of black magic that manipulates corpses does have some effect on him, but not much.

Perhaps only a more powerful form of black magic could truly control his special body.

Jiang Chen was making these plans in his mind, but he didn't show it on his face at all. He looked at the astonished Uncle Chen and said with a playful expression.

"Trying to control me with black magic?"

"I'm sorry to have disappointed you."

"Death spells have no effect on me, and so do curses that control corpses."

Jiang Chen took a step forward, his voice filled with undisguised mockery.

"So, what other tricks do you have up your sleeve? Show them to me."

Jiang Chen's attitude was arrogant, but he certainly had the right to be arrogant now. His voodoo magic, which he was so proud of, failed him time and time again in front of this young man.

The opponent was like a natural enemy that specifically countered him. Even curses like death spells and corpse spells were ineffective, so his skills were at least half crippled.

The giant cat he created is currently recovering from serious injuries, and even if it were released now, it would be difficult to pose a significant threat to Jiang Chen, who possesses lightning magic.

Uncle Chen silently calculated in his mind, and then, like a Sichuan opera face-changing act, he suppressed the violence and madness on his face and returned to his previous honest and simple appearance.

"Actually, we don't have to be enemies. You know, I've always admired you."

His tone softened immediately, even becoming somewhat ingratiating.

"appreciate?"

Jiang Chen felt as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world.

Don't try that on him, he won't fall for it.

"So your appreciation is that after failing to recruit me, you'll have someone use black magic to kill me, is that it?"

"The reason I've become this half-dead, wretched state is ultimately all thanks to you."

Uncle Chen's words confirmed Jiang Chen's previous guess: the sorcerer he encountered in the dock warehouse was definitely related to Uncle Chen in front of him; they were the same group of people.

Uncle Chen, the powerful sorcerer in front of you is, without a doubt, the actual controller of the organ trafficking organization.

Therefore, when Uncle Chen wanted to reconcile, Jiang Chen refused without hesitation, making reconciliation between them impossible.

Uncle Chen's smile froze for a moment, but he was, after all, a cunning old fox with extraordinary self-control.

He didn't deny it; instead, he took advantage of the situation and threw out his biggest bait.

"Young man, having a temper is a good thing, but being too hot-tempered will only lead to breaking. You've already died once, don't you understand this principle?"

"Stop lecturing me like an elder. Your attitude just disgusts me."

"Alright, let's get down to business. You came here to find the Resurrection Incense to bring you back to life, right?"

"In that case, we can definitely cooperate. I'll help you achieve resurrection, and after resurrection, the Resurrection Incense will belong to me. We each get what we need, isn't that wonderful?"

He attempted to transform the life-or-death conflict between the two into a bond of shared interests.

However, Jiang Chen looked at him with an expression of looking at trash, directly exposing his bluff.

"It's been thirty years since Blackrock Prison was established. You've wasted thirty years here and haven't even gotten close to the Resurrection Incense. What qualifications do you have to talk to me about cooperation?"

These words were extremely malicious and hurtful, almost causing Chen Bo internal injuries and nearly making him vomit blood.

"you……"

Uncle Chen was trembling with anger, but in the end he gritted his teeth and squeezed out a sentence, which was his last trump card.

"Because I know its exact location!"

This sentence precisely hit Jiang Chen's weak spot.

Jiang Chen could resonate with the Resurrection Incense by relying on the lingering fragrance on his body, and even be pulled into a historical illusion.

However, he could not pinpoint the exact location of the Resurrection Incense like a radar.

In the old house, he could still sense direction, but in this huge prison, that sense became extremely weak, almost impossible to detect.

He couldn't pinpoint the exact location, nor was he sure how long it would take to find the Resurrection Incense.

Are we going to end up like Uncle Chen, spending over thirty years here?

This sorcerer, who had been lying low for many years, clearly knew where the Resurrection Incense was, but he could neither get close to it nor obtain it.

So the current situation is that one party knows the location but can't get it, while the other party can make contact but doesn't know the location.

Chen Bo could not forcibly seize the remaining incense from Jiang Chen, and Jiang Chen was not confident enough to kill him and find the Soul-Returning Incense.

A subtle yet perfect complement was formed between the two.

Therefore, cooperation seems to have become the only option.

Jiang Chen pretended to lower his head, looking deep in thought, while his fingers tapped unconsciously on the desk.

In fact, he was highly focused and keenly noticed a faint, sweet, and unusual fragrance in the office air.

The fragrance was very faint, yet it had a drowsy and mentally exhausting effect.

The medicinal effects, the smell of herbs, and the fact that the other party is using herbs to cast a spell.

Jiang Chen's gaze was sharp as a knife as he stared at Chen Bo's hands, which were behind his back.

"I advise you to stop your little tricks. Are you trying to hypnotize me?"

Jiang Chen's voice was calm, yet it carried a chill.

"You seem to have forgotten... I don't need to breathe right now."

When his little trick was exposed, Uncle Chen's expression was worse than if he had eaten shit; he was so frustrated.

This kid is really stubborn and won't listen to either soft or hard tactics.

He completely abandoned all his underhanded schemes and, in a fit of rage, crushed the sachet in his hand.

Jiang Chen pressed his advantage, closing in step by step, completely overwhelming his opponent with his momentum.

"Want to cooperate? Fine, but you'd better show some sincerity first."

What do you want?