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Ha, hic, I have a bit of an impression. I remember he became one of the Twelve Guards after being rescued by Anlius a year ago. I must say, your Snowflake Wheat Juice tastes really good.
Old Deng's Weapon Shop. Ye Wumeng was surprised to find that this weapon shop even had a basement. The basement was small, just like the upper floor, surrounded by metal panels. In the center stood an iron table with a few chairs around it, and in the corner leaned an iron bed covered with a thin layer of fabric, making one feel uncomfortable just looking at it.
The dinner he mentioned was actually just a plate of dark round bread and a few dishes of unknown-flavored jam. Given the conditions, it was actually quite good, but considering the variety and quantity of supplies Ye Wumeng had in the warehouse, there was really no need to endure such hardship.
"Ha, come on, one more," Deng Sanqi said, his face flushed as he downed another gulp of Snowflake beer, feeling great. Ye Wumeng felt that calling him Old Deng's Weapon Shop was somewhat inappropriate, so he switched to calling him Brother Deng.
Whether it was because of his change in address or because he brought out the precious Snowflake beer and self-heating hot pot, Deng Sanqi surprisingly offered Ye Wumeng a free meal. This was no small favor!
Ye Wumeng graciously accepted, after all, as the old saying goes: relationships are built on favors. "Brother Deng, could you tell me about what happened while Hu Xu was recovering?" While sipping on his Wheat Juice, Ye Wumeng gently steered the conversation.
Deng Sanqi's spirits lifted as he picked up a slice of lotus root from the hot pot and leaned forward to slowly open a can. "Of course! Let me tell you about it. At that time, there was a massive Corpse Tide, and Hu Xu was just an ordinary member of the Bonfire Group. He got seriously injured by the Undead."
"Seriously injured! Hu Laoda, what should we do? You won't turn into one of them, will you? Boohoo!"
"Don't worry; I'm fine," Hu Xu reassured him.
At Lanst Border Extreme Point, Hu Xu's armor suffered extensive damage. The most severe injury even penetrated through his armor and left a bloody hole in his arm! Surrounding him were piles of Undead corpses sprawled across the ground in disarray, including over a dozen terrifying Undead larger than elephants!
There was no doubt that he had just been through a fierce battle against tens of thousands of Common Undead and several First Class Species! Each of these First Class Species posed an extreme combat challenge for any normal member of the Bonfire Group!
Just these dozen or so First Class Species would likely make it difficult to guarantee a complete kill even if all the ordinary members of the Bonfire Group banded together! And now they all lie here, defeated!
The young man hurried over to Hu Xu's side, gazing at the sea of corpses and the battered Hu Xu, his legs trembling. He had just witnessed Hu Xu single-handedly suppress a Small Undead Tide that could have caused severe devastation to the city! Was this truly something humans could achieve?
He shook his head, watching as Hu Xu emerged from his full armor and collapsed onto the ground, his chest heaving with each breath. The standard uniform on his arms was stained red with blood, and the torn wounds told tales of the hardships he had just endured.
That was close; I almost died.
With trembling hands, he struggled to pull a cigarette from his pocket and placed it between his lips. Seeing this, the young man quickly stepped forward to ignite it with a lighter.
"Hu Laoda, are you really okay like this?" he asked anxiously while taking out a healing spray to clean Hu Xu's wounds.
"Hey, are you hoping for me to get into trouble?" Hu Xu feigned seriousness, but judging by the young man's expression, he still seemed unconvinced.
"Come on, you just love to worry unnecessarily. I should have told you before that as long as I break through my genetic limits, any Corpse Poison with lower efficiency won't affect my body," Hu Xu said, taking a deep drag from the cigarette. The tobacco burned brightly as he clicked his tongue in disapproval.
"Tsk, no flavor at all; it’s clearly from Southern Industries."
He exhaled a thick cloud of smoke, his thoughts drifting as if he were transported back in time.
A year ago was truly perilous.
"It really was dangerous. You have no idea—hundreds of First Class Species were charging towards Lanstad along with countless Undead!"
At that time, Old Deng's Weapon Shop happened to be at the city gate for an arms deal. The guy selling the goods didn’t even collect the vouchers before he jumped into his car and sped off—hahaha!
Deng Sanqi took another swig of Wheat Juice and, upon finishing it, set the empty can aside. Ye Wumeng quickly opened another bottle and handed it over while asking.
What comes next?
Next, Old Deng's Weapon Shop was hauling goods towards the city, while members of the Bonfire Group gathered one by one at the City Gate. Then came the sound of gunfire, crackling for several hours.
The City Gate was piled high with corpses, and many who had survived were still wounded, ultimately succumbing to their injuries after a few hours. However, the following afternoon, this fellow named Hu Xu was miraculously healed by Anlius.
From that moment on, Anlius the Divine Healer's reputation spread throughout Lanst Camp. Even though he never managed to cure another infected person in the following year, those who fell ill still instinctively sought him out first.
Perhaps it was due to his lack of experience with wheat products, but Deng Sanqi felt his head spinning; it seemed he was on the verge of getting drunk. Meanwhile, Ye Wumeng couldn't help but lament.
What a waste of hundreds of thousands of Undead corpses! If only he could recycle them, think of all the resources and items he could gain! Ye Wumeng sighed inwardly as his thoughts drifted under the influence of alcohol.
Where should the shop be opened next? The Refugee Zone seemed like a good choice; after all, people were dying there every day, and food was highly overpriced in their eyes, making it easy to manipulate them.
Next, a large number of corpses would be needed to gamble on this Jing Yao Ji, so he had to act quickly. Speaking of which, when would there be another Corpse Tide to let him take advantage of the chaos? No, that was too dangerous; with his current strength, he wasn't ready to take such risks.
But how exactly did Anlius manage to save Hu Xu? Injured one day and healed the next? Wait! The next day!
With this thought, Ye Wumeng suddenly sobered up from his previous drunkenness. It seemed he had grasped a crucial point!
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