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Not far from Antheus Apothecary, on the streets of the Refugee Zone, Ye Wumeng walked with a thoughtful expression, ignoring the dangerous glances from those around him.
This was bad; he had hit a dead end. Did he really have to gamble on touching corpses to obtain a potion that could purify Corpse Poison? Leaving Anlius's small hut, Ye Wumeng felt somewhat helpless. His original plan was to either actively refine or passively acquire the purification potion for Corpse Poison, but there was one prerequisite: Anlius had to truly possess the ability!
But what should he do now? Ye Wumeng had never been someone who liked to entrust his fate to others, not even to fate itself! There had to be a way out! He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and focused all his energy on thinking.
Anlius really did have the ability. Anlius really did have the ability! Suddenly, it seemed like he had thought of something, and a glimmer of surprise flashed in his eyes.
Of course! How could I have overlooked such a huge detail? Anlius actually had successful cases! Hu Xu! It turned out that my initial investigation was completely wrong! Anlius must have the capability or at least know how to purify Corpse Poison! After all, he saved Hu Xu, and Hu Xu was indeed living well.
This meant that the current target should be the Potion Transformation in Anlius's possession, as it had healed Hu Xu back then! Knowing the method shouldn’t be too difficult, right? Ye Wumeng felt as if he had grasped the key to the situation. It seemed he would need to visit this dangerous old man more often.
Just then, several lean yet fierce-eyed refugees burst out from the nearby shanties.
"Stop! Hand over everything of value on you! Otherwise, I'll kill you!"
The leader, with a deep scar running across his face, pointed a slightly bent iron rod at Ye Wumeng, speaking with an aggressive tone.
Tsk, this scar-faced guy got ahead of me.
If it weren't for that kid holding a Cutlass, I would have jumped in already!
Besides, if that kid manages to injure the scar-faced man, then all the valuable treasures on him would be mine!
Injure the scar-faced man? With that kid's physique? Dream on.
Some people in the nearby shelter felt regret, others were hopeful, and some were eager to try their luck.
They really have no fear of death.
【Identification: Human】
【Threat Level: What threat could there be?】
【Combat Power:】
【Remarks: Although malnourished, he is still relatively healthy; however, if he keeps pushing his luck, death will be close at hand.】
"Get lost!"
Ye Wumeng was in a good mood and didn't like killing. If the scar-faced man had any sense, he would save everyone some time.
However, he underestimated the scar-faced man's reckless desire for confrontation.
Seeing this, the scar-faced man revealed a fierce expression, raised his head arrogantly with his nostrils flaring at Ye Wumeng. His lackeys around him eagerly supported him with various gestures.
Then the scar-faced man took a big step forward, resting the steel pipe on his shoulder and said menacingly, "Kid, I advise you to behave and be sensible."
Before he could finish his sentence, he felt his head spinning as he was lifted into the air and then slammed down hard onto the ground. From the edge of his vision, he saw his lackeys and Ye Wumeng's figure.
His lackeys looked terrified while Ye Wumeng remained calm, with what seemed to be a thick red liquid smeared on his Cutlass.
Lying before Ye Wumeng was a headless corpse!
Isn't that me? Am I dead?
No one could answer his question. At this moment, Ye Wumeng raised his Cutlass and said to the remaining few, "Aren't you going to leave?"
Seeing the fresh blood still warm on the blade and the scarred man who had been so arrogant just half a minute ago now at a loss, everyone immediately scattered like birds and beasts!
How fierce this young man is!
Really, his good mood was ruined just like that.
Ye Wumeng felt a bit frustrated. Looking at the corpse on the ground, he wiped the Cutlass clean and began dragging the scarred man's body slowly towards the Refugee Zone's exit, leaving a long trail of blood behind him.
He planned to find a secluded place to recycle it. After all, it was a resource that shouldn’t go to waste.
But the people in the Refugee Zone had never seen anything like this!
All they knew was that Ye Wumeng had killed the scarred man and seemed unsatisfied, wanting to desecrate the corpse! Was this a warning to them that he was not to be trifled with? He was simply a killing god!
Hmm?
Dragging the body, Ye Wumeng sensed that the gazes around him had changed.
Were they afraid?
Looking back at the headless corpse, Ye Wumeng smiled faintly.
Even in death, it could still serve its purpose; what a good person he was.
However, thinking about how he might have to come here frequently made him feel troubled.
Humans are often those peculiar beings with underdeveloped brains and completely undeveloped cerebellums.
Don’t ask; just know it’s biodiversity.
Moreover, he had seen at the camp entrance that as long as one wasn’t an Infected Person, they could enter the city.
So even if he forcefully intimidated them today, there was no guarantee such incidents wouldn’t happen again in the future.
He couldn’t possibly kill a refugee every time he came here, could he?
Once or twice would be fine, but if it happened too often, even the camp would not tolerate it.
Wait, why do I have such dangerous thoughts?
No, no.
He hurriedly shook his head, trying to throw that dangerous thought out of his mind.
But what should he do?
Deterrence. As a time traveler from the modern world, a single word popped into his mind.
Gun.
Right, if I had a gun, who would dare come after me with these refugees around?
Thinking this, Ye Wumeng recalled the group of shivering people by the abandoned sewage pipe and the strange handgun in Xu Duan's hand.
Should I get one?
Without hesitation, he took out his Blue Card and searched for the nearest Weapon Shop.
Huh, it’s so close?
The map indicated that there was one just a few meters away, which struck Ye Wumeng as odd.
Is it really profitable to open a Weapon Shop so close to the Refugee Zone?
Forget it, doesn’t matter.
Ye Wumeng shook his head, adjusted his grip on the headless corpse, and headed toward the Weapon Shop.
Phew, that killing god finally left; if he hadn’t, I would have been scared to death!
Right? Just look at him dragging that scarred corpse with a blank expression; he clearly does this kind of thing often!
Often? Isn’t he just trying to deter us? Does he have some other purpose with that corpse?
What else can a corpse do besides being a meal for the hungry? It’s not like he can eat it while it’s still warm!
Hard to say.
In the Refugee Zone, rumors about Ye Wumeng were becoming increasingly absurd.
Some even claimed that Ye Wumeng was a merchant who made living human dolls for supermodels.
Stop right there!
At this moment, Ye Wumeng stood at the boundary between the Refugee Zone and the trading area, looking at the Weapon Shop on the border and suddenly realized something.
He seemed to understand why this Weapon Shop could still be open.
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