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The next day!
Ye Wumeng's mind raced as he recalled his conversation with Hu Xu.
Zzz.
A normal person infected with Corpse Poison would turn into a corpse within three hours if no special measures were taken.
If that’s the case, how did he manage to hold on until the afternoon of the next day? Was it due to Anlius's unknown glowing suppressants?
That was impossible!
Zzz.
Because you are not normal either.
Who else is not normal?
He is not normal.
Ye Wumeng murmured to himself, listing all the information he knew in his mind, ultimately reaching a conclusion. It wasn’t because Hu Xu was infected with Corpse Poison that Anlius chose to help him. Rather, it was because Anlius discovered something unusual about Hu Xu's body that led him to offer assistance! However, this help should be taken with a grain of salt; after all, Ye Wumeng didn’t truly believe that Anlius had such capabilities!
Zzz.
Gang Anlius is an expert in researching these strange things. If I report my name to him and cooperate unconditionally, I guarantee he will eliminate the Corpse Poison from your body, and I will also receive a handsome referral fee. This sounds like a win-win situation, doesn’t it?
A win-win?
If he could truly eliminate the Corpse Poison from his body, it would indeed be a win-win. But would Anlius really do something for himself or for Hu Xu?
That seemed unlikely.
Ye Wumeng had never been someone who liked to entrust his fate to others. As long as he could uncover what kind of abnormal changes had occurred in Hu Xu's body, it might be the key to eliminating the Corpse Poison! All clues pointed to one person: Anlius.
Should I find an opportunity to capture him?
No way! As the only Alchemist in Lanstad, even without his identity as a divine doctor, every move he made would likely attract attention. Acting rashly would definitely lead to big problems! So what should I do?
Tsk, this is really troublesome.
Forget it; I’ll just go with the flow and see if there’s an opportunity later.
It’s really difficult.
After taking a sip of Wheat Juice, Ye Wumeng let out a breath and muttered softly.
Difficult? What’s up, Brother Wealth? Did you run into something?
Deng Sanqi's ears perked up as he flashed a bright smile at Ye Wumeng, revealing his pearly white teeth.
You can’t help me with this!
Wait a minute; there actually is something I could ask him for help with.
"Deng Ge, I'm looking for a vacant store for rent. The closer it is to the Refugee Zone, the better."
As Ye Wumeng spoke, he pulled an old cigarette from the warehouse and placed it in front of Deng Sanqi.
"Haha, this cigarette is quite expensive, so I'll pass. There’s a store at Old Deng's Weapon Shop that’s been empty for a while; it might as well be rented out to you," Deng Sanqi replied, finishing his Wheat Juice. He set the empty can aside and pulled out a Blue Card from his pocket, handing it to Ye Wumeng.
"This is the key to the shop; the location is on it. Just pay whatever you think is fair for rent; Old Deng's Weapon Shop doesn’t lack vouchers," he added before collapsing onto the table, breathing steadily and occasionally snoring.
It seemed he was truly drunk.
Ye Wumeng gently helped him onto the bed and tossed the leftover trash outside. After closing the basement cover, he left behind a few boxes of Snowy Wheat Juice and a stack of Blue Vouchers.
Stepping out of Old Deng's Weapon Shop, he felt a refreshing breeze in the cool night air.
The night was dark, and he looked up at the sky filled with stars. The moon cast a white veil over the world, something he had never seen in his previous life. After all, there were no stars visible in that world anymore.
"How beautiful," he murmured with a smile, feeling a warmth in his heart. This feeling was quite pleasant.
"This should be it," he thought, marveling at how large the store was as he looked at the location displayed on the Blue Card. The three-story shop before him left him in awe.
The refugees who roamed at night began to stir as well. Along the way, some had noticed Ye Wumeng and briefly entertained thoughts of robbing him; however, his gun was just too conspicuous! It was obvious to anyone with sense that seven steps away, a gun was fast, but within seven steps, it was both fast and accurate.
Thus, no one disturbed Ye Wumeng, which pleased him and raised his standing in their eyes.
After all, those who knew how to read the situation were wise. Ye Wumeng slid the Blue Card into the gap of the door, producing a crisp sound.
Ding.
Click click click.
Then came the sound of mechanical gears turning as the metal door slowly opened, drawing some curious refugees to gather around.
Stepping inside, he found that the space was indeed large and clean. It seemed Deng Sanqi took good care of this place and came regularly to clean it. Of course, there was nothing inside at all.
Glancing back at the refugees who were watching him with curious eyes, he raised an eyebrow and wrote a few large characters on the door with a marker.
The marker is easy to wash off.
Tomorrow morning, he can exchange a corpse for food, regardless of the type. After finishing, he closed the door with a Blue Card and got busy. The refugees looked at the words on the door, whispering among themselves, with some literate individuals explaining to the others.
"Tomorrow morning, this person is willing to trade a corpse for food."
"A corpse? What can you do with that?"
"Have you forgotten that just a few hours ago, someone dragged away Scar's corpse? I heard it was to make a Supermodel Doll!"
"Can a man's skin really be used for that?"
"Who knows? As long as you don't say anything, how would anyone know it's made from a man's skin? As long as it's comfortable, that's all that matters."
"That's true."
They continued to whisper, each harboring their own thoughts. Once corpses gained value, they no longer cared about the details. Neighbors were merely tools for their own survival.
It seemed the response was quite good.
Standing by the window on the third floor, Ye Wumeng watched the enthusiastic discussion among the refugees below, feeling indifferent inside. This was the tragedy of the apocalypse. To survive, he had to resort to any means necessary.
Retracting his gaze, he looked at his neatly arranged setup on the third floor and felt quite satisfied. As an alchemy room, he had taken out all his alchemical materials and organized them meticulously.
It was time to complete his task. He took out the Pharmacology Compendium he had obtained for free from Anlius and sat down at a table by the window, opening to the first page. The pure white moonlight illuminated the pages, allowing him to read the first line clearly.
Corpse Energy is the key to human Evolution, and those who cannot withstand Corpse Energy and turn into corpses are pitiful beings abandoned by the world. We shall carry their will into glorious Evolution! Xing Xiangan
That was all there was on this page. As Ye Wumeng finished reading it, the system's Transparent Blue Panel popped up.
【Chain Quest: Alchemist's Path completed】
【Reward has been issued】
【Combat Power】
【Current Combat Power:】
【Gained Entry: Junior Alchemist】
【Junior Alchemist: After enduring rigorous training, you have finally grasped some basics of potion-making. Believe me, mastering these makes you a genius and grants you the right to glimpse this hidden secret in its small corner.】
【Chain Quest: Alchemist's Path unlocked】
The moment he completed the task, a flood of unfamiliar knowledge surged into his mind, causing his brain to flicker with activity. This was Alchemy!
Gene manipulation, physical transformation, potential exploitation and activation, lifespan extension—these concepts were utterly bewildering! How could Pharmacology achieve all this?
Ah, it was the Corpse Energy.
This knowledge provided Ye Wumeng with a comprehensive understanding of this world. Suddenly, his eyes turned bloodshot, and an extremely strange smile spread across his face. He grasped his cheeks with both hands, his body trembling with excitement.
Corpse Energy was truly amazing!
Wait!
With a snap, Ye Wumeng's pupils constricted as he delivered a sharp slap to his own face, the force so strong that it left a distinct red mark. He slumped back onto the chair, gasping for breath.
Did I almost lose my mind just now?
No, I need to calm down.
He gently rubbed his temples, feeling fatigued from the influx of knowledge. Speaking of which, what food was supposed to be exchanged for those refugees tomorrow?
He had actually chosen it earlier; this would be the first time he brought it out.
There was no one around. Ye Wumeng reached out into the void and pulled out a round red canister.
This was something special!
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