The more zombies there are, the heavier the zombie aura will be.
The five people spared no zombies they encountered and killed them as easily as cracking eggs.
Gong Yangyan's mourning stick was stuck in her belt, and she was holding her electric saw with a new blade in her hand. She was killing zombies not much slower than others.
She wanted to earn more spiritual items to go back to. The three members of the family were all strangers, so they couldn't rely solely on money to buy spiritual items for use. They would go bankrupt.
In many underground parking lots, there are corpses that dare not come out during the day. They are piled up together, which is disgusting.
With their level of cultivation, it was not difficult at all to kill them. In the final analysis, the dojo was too polite.
Zombies are extremely lethal to mortals. For monks, monsters and strangers who have good defense, they are almost like swatting away flies and mosquitoes.
Ninety percent of the people who died in this dojo were caused by players.
The people who were really killed by zombies were rookies like Ning Zhi before. It was too difficult for ordinary people to enter the cultivation circle.
After they cleaned up the underground parking lot and killed all the zombies and accumulated corpses, the corpse aura disappeared and they had no choice but to move to another place.
Jiu Motoko couldn't help but activate her learning characteristic of One Hundred Thousand Whys, and said: "Would you two think of a way to catch a few zombies and take them out of the dojo, and let your boss rent a piece of land to build a zombie abode?" In the pasture, you can collect unlimited corpse energy."
"Why didn't you say don't kill zombies? Wouldn't it be better?" Mr. Shi stopped and answered her question, "The corpse energy in zombies has a limit. There is only so much that can be killed or not, but without corpse energy they will He won’t turn into a monster.”
"Those meatball-like zombies are just monsters, and they are much harder to kill than zombies." He said, "We didn't kill many zombies last time. It's not because you asked for spaced trophies, otherwise we wouldn't want to kill them."
Jiu Yuanzi threw a bottle of low-level genetic enhancer into the woven bag, tilted his head and asked, "Don't you want to take this opportunity to make more money?"
It seems that I earn enough money by working in the club. I don’t even have to earn something when I enter the dojo. I can use it for myself or sell it. In the end, I am still not short of money.
Unlike myself, I am poor.
"..." Mr. Shi didn't say anything. He didn't kill any zombies last time. It wasn't because he didn't want to make money, but because the parking space he took was for a female guest.
There were no other requirements, just that they should guard her every step of the way.
She just wants to enjoy being pampered, and from time to time she pretends to be in distress and puts on a few dramas of heroes saving beauties to satisfy her.
Others come to the dojo to fight hard, but for some people, they come to play in a live simulation theater.
Last time, apart from shouting "My princess, I'm here to save you" in a fake way, you ugly zombies, stay away from my dearest princess and take the opportunity to kill a few zombies. They had no chance to kill zombies. .
Thinking about it now, he still felt a little uncomfortable.
I also admire those actors who act in bad dramas. Why do they act so willingly with similar plots?
This time it was finally easier, but this one was even more moody.
As soon as the five people came out of the underground parking lot in large and small bags, they saw a few people glance at them and then run away quickly.
"Have they not found the Zombie King yet?" Jiu Yuanzi watched the people leave and was curious about what Ning Zhi was doing.
It felt like several hours had passed. They were still looking for the Zombie King all over the city, and the fight hadn't started yet.
If this continues, 5 billion may be wasted.
This is already the outskirts of the city, and it is almost dark in the dojo. The dojo at night is very unsafe.
Suddenly, Mr. Shi pointed to a huge building in the distance and said, "The corpse aura over there is very strong. Let's go over there and take a look. Maybe we can collect enough corpse aura at once."
Jiu Motoko didn't know why a lion could tell the concentration of corpse gas, and it wasn't a vulture or a fly.
However, a place with a lot of corpse energy means that there are a lot of zombies. It will be much easier to kill the dojo in one go without having to look for zombies everywhere.
Nothing has happened so far. Apart from not finding the Zombie King, the journey has been safe and smooth. The dojo has been more obedient this time.
There aren't many cars on the road here, it's still a long way from the building, and there aren't many zombies on the road.
It was getting dark again, so Jiu Motoko shouted: "Brother Fake, change your car, let's drive over."
The big white dog pretended to lie down on the ground and turned into an off-road vehicle.
Lu Ming was okay, it was just a surprise that the spiritual creature could turn into a living creature.
Mr. Shi and Pan Xiaolu were both stunned. Isn’t this a real dog?
The two of them got into the car and kept touching it. They found that it was exactly the same as the real car. It was impossible to tell that it was fake, so they closed their mouths.
The fake brother seemed to be showing off, the engine roared, and he rushed towards the huge building quickly.
At the same time, there was an explosion in the city. Two buildings with dozens of floors collapsed. At the same time, there were many lights flashing and fighting began.
Jiu Motoko didn't even touch the steering wheel. He leaned against the driver's seat window and leaned half out of the car, looking toward the city in the evening breeze. "They found the zombie king."
Gong Yangyan looked at the half-woven bag of loot lying at her feet and was calculating how much she could get. She didn't care at all how the fight was going in the city.
Lu Ming, on the other hand, had been quietly browsing something on his phone, with a smile on his lips.
During this period, Pan Xiaolu, who was sitting in the middle, took a peek. It was a house introduction. She seemed to want to buy a house.
Before it got completely dark, they arrived at the gate of this building, the Mud City Power Plant.
Compared to the city, where no one wants to turn on the lights and it is pitch dark, here the street lights are on from the gate, and the buildings are also brightly lit, making it obvious that there is no shortage of electricity.
There was not a single zombie at the door, as if they were afraid of being discovered and would run in and disturb the power plant.
The atmosphere in the power plant is a bit eerie, it's too quiet and clean.
Jiu Yuanzi glanced at the four of them. Originally, only Lu Ming and Gong Yangyan had air defense, but now she also added layers to Mr. Shi and Pan Xiaolu.
The two of them were stunned for a moment, and felt very uncomfortable after discovering what it was.
Is this supporting service just coming now?
"Mr. Shi, is there really a lot of corpse energy inside?" Jiu Yuanzi stood in front of the five-meter-high iron gate of the power plant and made sure again.
Mr. Shi took out the old-fashioned pocket watch in his pocket, looked at it, and nodded with certainty, "Yes, there are so many, it's almost overwhelming."
The spirit corpses on the five people were also frantically absorbing corpse energy, and Gong Yangyan's consumption of spirit treasures was visibly decreasing.
Jiu Motoko pushed open the door of the power plant to the side, revealing a door gap big enough for two people to enter and exit. No killing occurred.
Behind the door is a huge open space, and I don't know what it is used for. Hundreds of lights above my head are on, illuminating people so that even their shadows shrink under their feet, and they are almost invisible.
There was no zombie inside, and there were no corpses or chaotic scenes of hasty escapes. It was very neat and clean. There was a gate and entrance at the end, and there was no one at all.
The five people filed in and looked at this quiet place.
It's so clean that it doesn't make sense.
"Go in and take a look." Jiu Yuanzi led everyone to the access control entrance, climbed over the low railing in the card scanning area, and was about to walk to the back entrance.
"Ka-ka-ka-ka."
Except for Gong Yangyan, the other four people all turned around suddenly, and they all heard a sound, which was the sound of hard objects rubbing together.
When the four people turned their heads, the sound disappeared, and only their breathing could be heard in the quiet surroundings.
Gong Yangyan was startled by them and asked in a low voice: "What's wrong? Is there anything?"
Jiu Yuanzi released his spiritual power, but found nothing strange, unless there was something that could hide from the detection of the spiritual power.
After staring quietly around for a long time, Jiu Yuanzi said: "It's okay, maybe it's an illusion."
She bit her lip, excitement rising in her heart.
There is a mud monster mini-BOSS in the cement factory, but now that the zombie king has been found by Ning Zhi and the others, what is there in the power plant?
The spirit corpses on them also suddenly trembled at this time. Except for Gong Yangyan, the four people who connected to it with spiritual power felt its strong desire to enter.
There is something inside that attracts it, a massive amount of corpse energy, or something better than corpse energy, such as other ownerless Yin-style spiritual beings.
"Let's go in and take a look. There can't be a zombie king anyway." Jiu Yuanzi turned around and walked towards the entrance.
Everyone looked at each other and followed.
After they entered, something appeared on the ceiling outside under the light, and then completely disappeared under the light.
