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Ha ha, this time I also repaid that old ghost Anlius a favor. No matter what, I have to get more stuff from his shop this time.
On the ruined streets dozens of miles outside Lanst Camp, Hu Xu and his little brother finally arrived at their destination after enduring countless hardships. Well, it didn’t seem that hard after all.
But it didn’t matter; sitting in the gray vehicle resembling a jeep that was there to pick them up, Hu Xu felt quite good. The jeep driver had excellent driving skills, maintaining a steady pace throughout the journey, but he didn’t like to talk.
I wonder if that sly old ghost can save him. Hu Xu rubbed his stubble, his gaze wandering.
At this moment, his little brother, Hu Laoda, spoke up, “Aren’t we not allowed to let Infected Persons into the city?”
That’s true for ordinary people, but that kid has my Blue Card. Oh no, I forgot to tell him he could go straight into the city with my Blue Card! He seems smart enough; he shouldn’t die at the gate, right?
His hand rubbing his stubble quickened, feeling a bit guilty.
Just then, the jeep drove into a camp filled with many gray tents, and the driver reminded him, “Hu Wei Shi, we’ve arrived.”
Forget it; it doesn’t matter anymore. Hu Xu shook his head and quickly walked to the largest tent. Inside sat a middle-aged man dressed in standard attire. Without any small talk, the middle-aged man pulled out a map and pointed to a location, saying in a deep voice, “Your target is here. The energy fluctuation indicates it should be a Class Two creature. If we don’t deal with it quickly, it could lead to a Corpse Tide!”
It’s part of my duty. Hu Xu nodded, putting away his expression. He patted his left chest and turned to leave.
The Twelve Guards? The middle-aged man murmured softly before shaking his head with a smile.
“Don’t shake your head! Keep talking!”
The scene shifted back to the abandoned sewage pipe where Ye Wumeng stood on Lai Da Fu’s chest, holding a knife aimed at his face with fresh crimson blood still dripping from its tip. Behind Ye Wumeng lay two headless corpses sprawled on the ground; their heads were nowhere to be found, lost in some corner of the place.
“Okay, okay! I’ll talk! I’ll talk! Don’t get too excited!” Lai Da Fu trembled all over as if he were on vibrate mode; a drop of warm blood dripped down and made him shudder.
What the hell is going on? Just half an hour ago, I was in control; how did I suddenly get counter-killed? He couldn’t understand; he really couldn’t understand. We’re all just ordinary people—how did it turn out like this?
He swallowed hard and stammered, “That person’s name is Xu Duan; he’s one of the three lords of the camp and is an aide to one of them. I can’t remember exactly who it is, but… he seems to be selective about something. I don’t know the specific criteria! But! But! I vaguely heard him mention something about what’s useful and what isn’t; I really can’t recall the details! Please have mercy and let me go! I can give you everything I have on me!”
Lai Da Fu cried tears streaming down his face; it was truly heartbreaking for anyone who heard or saw it.
Ye Wumeng narrowed his eyes and said slowly and clearly, “If I kill you, all of this will belong to me.”
Damn it! This twisted mind works in such strange ways!
Without waiting for him to finish speaking, Ye Wumeng swiftly ended his life with a single strike.
"Is that all you can say? Can't you be a bit more meaningful?" Ye Wumeng scoffed, quickly recycling the three corpses on the ground. Aside from some potions, all they had were a few stacks of bills printed with the number one hundred from this world. He shook his head, feeling utterly drained, and leaned against the wall for support.
To be honest, it was his first time killing someone. Even though he had seen many gruesome corpses along the way, he still felt a pang of discomfort inside. He pulled out a crumpled pack of local cigarettes produced by Southern Industries, placed one in his mouth, lit it with a lighter, and took a deep drag before exhaling a cloud of white smoke.
Truthfully, it didn’t taste good at all. But the unpleasant feelings stemming from taking a life dissipated in that moment. This was the apocalypse; he had to abandon the pretenses of being a civilized person from his previous life! To survive, he must resort to any means necessary! There was no room for hesitation!
He stood up, tossed the half-smoked cigarette onto the ground, and crushed it underfoot. After retrieving a clean set of clothes from the warehouse, he took a marker from one of the recycled corpses and faced the wall, beginning to write down his plans.
By the way, he still had dozens of boxes of these markers.
Currently, his biggest challenge was figuring out how to pass through that checkpoint controlled by someone named Xu Duan. From what he gathered through the fat man's casual remarks, it seemed Xu Duan wanted to screen certain individuals.
Ye Wumeng wrote "Xu Duan" on the wall and then drew a question mark next to it. The criteria for selection were unclear for now; he could observe first and make decisions later. Next, assuming he had already entered the city, what would his action plan be?
He closed his eyes and quickly constructed scenarios in his mind before hastily jotting them down on the wall.
The primary goal was to find a way to save himself. He needed to contact Anlius and complete system tasks while testing their credibility, either actively or passively creating purification potions. He aimed to legally recycle as many corpses as possible since they might yield potions.
He would submit Hu Xulan's card and accept Anlius's conditions.
Before he could finish writing the third point, he crossed it out. He wasn't someone who liked to leave his fate in others' hands. That was a last resort; if he could avoid it, he would.
Bang!
The sound of gunfire echoed through the corridor intermittently, numbing Ye Wumeng's senses. Could there be Undead in this passage? He shook his head and decided not to dwell on such thoughts.
After memorizing all the details on the wall and erasing any traces left behind, he moved forward toward the end of the road.
Uncertain of how long he had been walking, Ye Wumeng could faintly see the light shining from the next corner ahead. In the darkness, with only a faintly glowing potion in his hand, it appeared particularly striking.
His heart raced with anxiety, and he couldn't help but take a deep breath. The air was thick with the smell of earth and a strong metallic scent of blood!
Ye Wumeng quickly checked himself over. He had changed clothes after killing someone and had cleaned off any traces of blood—so why was there still a smell? And such a strong one at that!
Could it be...?
He raised his head to look at the corner.
Was that where the smell was coming from? What on earth had happened there?
Ye Wumeng hurried to the end of the corner, pressing his body against the wall. He frowned slightly at the sunlight illuminating the ground beside him.
What had happened at this exit? The ground was stained with large patches of dark red filth, and fresh crimson liquid was still flowing!
Blood!
A massive amount of blood!
Bang!
Another gunshot echoed, fueling Ye Wumeng's curiosity about what was happening there. He slowly pressed against the corner wall and cautiously peeked around it to get a better look.
Was this what they called selection?
He saw many people lined up, each with expressions of terror, too afraid to make a sound. They trembled all over, their eyes fixed on their toes, not daring to look up.
Beside them, piles of corpses were carelessly discarded like trash, with streams of fresh blood flowing down from the foot of the mound toward the end of the corner!
At the front of the crowd stood a young man with golden hair, dressed in a uniform similar to Hu Xu's. His coat hung casually over his shoulder. This face... could it be one of Ye Wumeng's nine handsome companions? He wore black gloves and held a strange handgun in his hand, smoke curling from its muzzle as he spoke casually.
"Next."
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