This monster landed in front of Song Ziyu and was snarling its teeth and claws at him.
Song Ziyu immediately discovered that this was a high-level mutant zombie!
The zombies were rotting all over, and the stench filled their nostrils.
What's even more terrifying is that this zombie has countless pustules on its body, which seem to contain highly toxic corpse water.
Looking at this monster that reminded people of a corpse that had been rotting for countless days, Song Ziyu finally understood.
No wonder the slaves were frightened and fled in all directions. This is because... these high-level mutant zombies are simply irresistible in front of unawakened humans!
Ugly and irresistible, just like a girl who is extremely ugly but pursues you wholeheartedly, making you unable to extricate yourself.
Song Ziyu has been traveling in Miluo City-State for some time, and he knows more or less about the situation in Miluo City-State.
In the city-state of Miluo, zombies strictly control the degree of human awakening in order to limit human development and evolution.
Most of the outstanding human seeds will be selected and transformed into zombies. Therefore, what Song Ziyu saw in the Miluo City State was clearly a situation where humans were weak and zombies were always strong.
Therefore, there are very few awakened people in the Miluo City State, but there are many intelligent high-level zombies.
The most direct impact of this abnormal and long-term selection process is that the humans in Miluo City State are naturally afraid of zombies.
…
The high-level zombie in front of him was undoubtedly intelligent, otherwise it would not have been able to kill him so carelessly.
Song Ziyu touched his nose and began to evaluate the combat effectiveness of the zombie in front of him.
The zombies are ugly, smelly, and have so-so strength.
Song Ziyu gave such an evaluation.
"Humans, you are all going to die!"
After the giant monkey-like zombie landed on the ground, its rotten fists were waving around, its torn fangs and sharp mouth were roaring wildly, and it was spitting out nonsense, which was very disgusting.
The slaves were so frightened by the zombie's majestic appearance that they did not expect any resistance.
On the other hand, as for the zombie, the pustules on its body burst open with a sizzling sound, splashing out several streams of green liquid.
The viscous green liquid shot out like water arrows and hit several unlucky slaves.
The poor slave was poisoned and died the moment he came into contact with the green liquid!
See this scene!
Su Zhen and Zhang Song were both shocked.
What a terrifying toxin!
This is life-threatening.
Zhang Song and Su Zhen didn't dare to take the move, and they quickly dodge without caring about anything else.
In the face of this extremely poisonous zombie, no one can do anything but seek happiness for themselves.
A moment!
The slaves guarding Song Ziyu turned around and ran away as if they had seen a ghost, not caring about the image or image.
In the blink of an eye, Song Ziyu, who had previously been outnumbered and high-spirited, became a polished commander.
Song Ziyu stood there, looking at the zombies with an indifferent expression.
Just because others are afraid does not mean that Song Ziyu will be afraid.
On the contrary, Song Ziyu is studying zombies with an attitude of studying things to gain knowledge.
Song Ziyu's attitude undoubtedly stung the zombie's pride.
The zombie roared and pounced directly on Song Ziyu...
As we all know, when faced with a powerful human being, an experienced high-level zombie would never make such a despicable mistake.
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Song Ziyu punched out and directly hit the head of the zombie that jumped over.
Under the iron fist, the zombie's body turned 180 degrees and was directly smashed to the ground, and even its brains were knocked out by the punch.
The zombie lay on the ground and just twitched a few times before making no movement.
The zombie was killed!
Everyone was dumbfounded when they saw this scene.
Unimaginable!
Such a big zombie was actually killed by one punch...?
"how did you do that……?"
Zhang Song had an incredible expression on his face.
"How did you do it?" Song Ziyu said lightly: "Is it difficult?"
Zhang Song swallowed his saliva and was completely speechless!
Su Zhen on the side was even more shocked.
As Song Ziyu's old man in Longshan, Su Zhen felt towards Song Ziyu more as a wise general, the kind of person who uses his brain to do things.
What Su Zhen has always seen is that Song Ziyu is exercising his authority in Longshan as a manager and managing the development of Longshan. As for things like life and death, it seems that Song Ziyu has nothing to do with it...
but now!
In Su Zhen's mind, Song Ziyu's image was completely overturned.
The force value displayed by Song Ziyu is really too high.
…
Song Ziyu didn't think about so many irrelevant things.
After killing a high-level mutant zombie with one punch, Song Ziyu realized that the current situation required him to take action, otherwise others would not be able to solve the current situation at all.
The morale of the slaves is very useful, don't let the zombies suppress it.
So Song Ziyu walked into the city lord's mansion with a knife and began to clean up the zombies.
The next battle almost became Song Ziyu's personal performance!
Wherever the people are the most panicked, Song Ziyu will go there. If he encounters zombies along the way, Song Ziyu will chop them into pieces like a melon or a vegetable.
With Song Ziyu's current strength, killing these zombies does not require too much pressure.
But in Miluo City-State, a place where human strength is generally low, Song Ziyu's ferocity is no less frightening than the high-level zombies.
The direct effect of this series of killings was that the zombies were hacked to death, and the slave warriors who witnessed all this worshiped Song Ziyu to the extreme!
Subtly, Song Ziyu's status among the slaves has risen to an impossible level.
This undoubtedly established Song Ziyu's dominant position among slaves.
More and more slaves began to unite around Song Ziyu. These slaves followed Song Ziyu partly because of their fear of zombies, but also because they simply wanted to watch Song Ziyu kill zombies.
Under the support of the slaves, Song Ziyu quickly eliminated the zombies in the city lord's palace. Not long after, all the zombies who worshiped the city with high self-esteem were quickly killed by Song Ziyu.
The battle is over!
While the slaves were cleaning the battlefield, they caught the city lord Qiu Li hiding in the back hall and brought him to Song Ziyu.
At this time, Song Ziyu was enjoying the fine wine collected by the city lord on the high platform of the city lord's mansion.
The two of them sat together like this, which was really a bit embarrassing.
The city lord of Blade Fire City still maintains the demeanor of a superior person until now.
In Qiu Li's view, the slaves rebelled just to seek wealth!
Although he lost, he still had bargaining chips.
"Does the wine taste good? This is thirty years old, and I can't bear to enjoy it myself."
Qiu Li looked at Song Ziyu with a faint smile on his face.
"It just tastes so-so."
Song Ziyu is a person who has drunk Maozi, would he care about this?
This guy clearly underestimated himself.
But Song Ziyu wouldn't say these things. Some things are destined to be inexplicable to outsiders.
But Song Ziyu's face and expression were unfailing, and his disgust made Qiu Li a little unsure about Song Ziyu.
"I have better wine at home, better than this wine."
Qiu Li said: "As long as you are willing, I can take you to my family at any time to experience the wealth of the Baiyin family."
Song Ziyu almost couldn't hold it back.
Qiu Li seems to have overestimated himself.
Did you put yourself on the spot to beg for food?
Thinking of this, Song Ziyu couldn't help but shake his head.
Seeing this scene, Qiu Li stopped trying to be aggressive and said directly: "Young people should just accept it when it's good, otherwise they will lose their lives."
After saying this, Qiu Li looked around and found that many slaves were busy in his city lord's mansion.
These slaves were actually tearing down homes.
Everything is being carried to yourself!
Regardless of whether it was the flowers, flowers, tables, chairs, benches or anything else in the city lord's mansion, all of them were moved cleanly by the slaves!
Thieves moving companies don't do this either.
Qiu Li looked at this scene and couldn't help but sigh. Although he had a big family and a big business, he couldn't afford to move thousands of people. This was the time to return to poverty.
"That's almost enough!" Qiu Li looked at Song Ziyu and said coldly: "I don't feel bad that my five-generation family business was destroyed in one day, but obviously you won't benefit from sharing it with those slaves... It seems that you are a hero, you Let’s make a price, what will be considered good today?”
Qiu Li was so arrogant when he said this!
In Qiu Li's view, Song Ziyu, who is a slave, can sit with him and make comments, which is obviously because he has given him enough respect.
For this kind of slave, Qiu Li knew exactly what he wanted.
Isn’t it just the identity of a free man?
In the city-state of Miluo, people are different from each other.
Below the blood of the nobles are citizens, below the citizens are commoners, below the commoners are untouchables, and below the untouchables are slaves.
These slaves are born without identity and will only be enslaved and become blood food for zombies.
Their bloodline is so low that even the zombies don't bother to transform them and will only treat them as food for their stomachs.
It is precisely because of this that Qiu Li is fully confident in persuading Song Ziyu.
Because he can give him the identity he wants but can't get.
…
"A price? What's the price?" Song Ziyu was slightly stunned, not understanding what Qiu Li was saying.
In Song Ziyu's opinion, this city lord is a bit funny.
Does he still want to "recruit" himself?
After asking, Song Ziyu realized that this damn guy had the same idea as he had guessed.
He actually really wanted to recruit himself.
Thinking of this, Song Ziyu couldn't help laughing and said: "City Lord Qiu, I want to ask you a question."
"You ask, and I tell you everything I know."
Qiu Li felt like he was in trouble.
Song Ziyu smiled and asked, "City Lord Qiu is quite a hero. He manages many people, his family is quite wealthy, his slave business is booming, and there are so many zombies working for you."
"I don't dare to take it seriously."
Qiu Li said calmly: "Due to strength, everything is true."
Song Ziyu put away his smile, then stared at Qiu Li and asked: "Then City Lord Qiu thinks, is your five-generation family business more important, or you as a person?"
Qiu Li replied without thinking: "Of course I am important! Money is something external to the body. As long as I live, I will have a chance to turn over. What I lose today, I will have twice as much in the coming year."
"What a double possession." Song Ziyu shook his head lightly and said, "I'm not satisfied with this answer."
Qiu Li was stunned for a moment, then said: "You don't think money is more important, do you?"
Qiu Li sighed in his heart.
After all, he is a slave-born guy, so he is very short-sighted.
But Qiu Li immediately realized that this was probably not the case!
Because this young man did not stop the behavior of other slaves, this way of attacking local tyrants to divide their land clearly seemed like he was preparing to cause trouble!
If he really cared about these Adu things, he shouldn't let his slaves divide them...
On the contrary, it was precisely because of his non-short-sightedness that Qiu Li felt that this young man was a talent and had this conversation.
really!
The young man smiled and shook his head, denying his answer.
Qiu Li thought for a moment and said, "No, I think I am more important."
Song Ziyu felt that this conversation could not inspire City Lord Qiu. After all, this man's identity determined his class and position, so it was impossible for him to think of it.
So Song Ziyu said bluntly: "City Lord Qiu, let me tell you the truth, your money, your five-generation family business, and yourself are not important to me."
"Then what's important?" Qiu Li was confused.
Song Ziyu said: "Being without you is very important to me."
