Fortunately, the young man carefully checked around the toilet, under the bed, and on the balcony doors and windows, and found no trace of the monster.
Immediately, I began to rummage through boxes and cabinets, looking for power bank, laptops and other electronic devices that can charge mobile phones...
Outside the door.
"Have you ever felt that the number of undead seems to be... increasing?" The sniper couldn't help but ask after observing this phenomenon.
"It's normal. Rumor has it that the Undead Monarch has an SSS-level skill that allows him to summon dead corpses without limit!" the crossbow archer said, knowing what he knew.
"No, unlimited summons? Doesn't that mean that monsters all over the world can be summoned as undead as long as he wants?"
The sniper, who was always known for his calmness, couldn't help but change his expression in surprise at this moment.
"That's right." The crossbow archer nodded in affirmation and then asked, "Aren't the scenes in front of me enough to prove the facts?"
"Indeed." It was hard for the sniper to disagree. The facts were right in front of him. How could he refute it?
In the past, I always heard the crossbowman nagging in my ears, telling things related to the undead monarch, with an exaggerated and admiring expression, and the sniper, as an uncle, was very dismissive.
Nowadays, I no longer have such thoughts. Although I can't say I admire Chen Ming in my heart, I am indeed very grateful to him.
If it hadn't been for him, I would have been reduced to a white skeleton at this moment!
Keeping this kindness in mind, it doesn't matter whether Chen Ming knows it or not. If he is useful to him in the future, the sniper uncle will not hesitate to stand up and repay this kindness.
His code of conduct is very simple: a drop of kindness should be repaid by a spring!
Not long after, the undead defeated the mutated rat tide, leaving them unable to fight back.
Even so, he still didn't let them go, biting them, killing them, and assimilating them!
An army of undead rats that had been dispersed, no more than 20,000, had now expanded to 50,000!
And, this number is still rolling upwards.
"Are we...survived?" Seeing the last undead rat disappear at the entrance of the escape tunnel, the door being hit and swinging slightly from side to side, the crossbowman's tense heartstrings were finally relieved.
His legs went limp and he sat on the ground, as if his whole body was falling off his bones.
"It seems so." Fu Weiqiang did the same. He took off the heavy fuel tank and threw the flamethrower aside. He leaned his back against the wall and sat down slowly.
His hands were still shaking uncontrollably, part of it was fear, and part was the severe physical and mental exhaustion.
The fuel tank weighing hundreds of kilograms, coupled with the high temperature returned by the flame jet, caused him to break out in sweat, a large amount of water evaporated, and his mouth was very dry.
The inner wall of the mouth is so dry that it looks like cracks, and no moisture can be secreted.
The flamethrower is a weapon that does great damage and has a wide range, but for him, it hurts the enemy by 1,000 and damages himself by 300.
"Found it! I found a lot of water, food, a power bank, and a laptop with 75% of the battery remaining."
The young man walked up to Fu Weiqiang with an unopened bottle of mineral water.
Standing further back, his mouth was so dry that it cracked. It was not difficult for the young man to imagine how Fu Weiqiang, who stood at the front, would feel.
"Thank you." Fu Weiqiang raised his hand and took the mineral water.
After trying it for a while, he handed it to the young man with a wry smile, "I still have to trouble you."
"No! No, this is what I should do!" The young man did not forget Fu Weiqiang's contribution just because Chen Ming's undead army was fierce.
If he hadn't been at the forefront and never wanted to mention the word "give up", it would have been impossible for them to last until now and wait for the Undead Lord.
He quickly unscrewed the bottle cap and handed it to Fu Weiqiang.
Fu Weiqiang quickly covered the mouth of the bottle with his mouth, started drinking heavily, and squeezed the bottle with both hands. He was thirsty for water!
He drank a whole bottle of water in five or six seconds without leaving a drop.
Seeing Fu Weiqiang raising his head and shaking the bottle, the young man raised his hand and pointed to the hotel room, "There are many more in the refrigerator."
"No need." Fu Weiqiang waved his hand, "There is no need to waste water resources, just quench your thirst."
Afterwards, the group of people, who had relaxed a little, entered the hotel room, took out the charger cable, and connected the power bank to the computer.
After booting up smoothly, immediately open the Wanjie Fishing software.
Take a look at the time.
【00:04:51】
It’s already past twelve o’clock in the morning, and the number of fishing has finally been refreshed.
"Boss, do you want to fish? What if a monster is caught?" Crossbow said with lingering fear in his palm.
I don’t want to escape from the tiger’s mouth just now and fall into the wolf’s den again in the blink of an eye.
"Go to the balcony, throw the monsters out directly, and let them feel the feeling of falling from a high altitude."
Fu Weiqiang didn't want to take risks, but in this situation, the rescue team couldn't contact them. They had no choice but to count on Wanjie Fishing's supply strength.
You can't expect that Chen Ming's army of the undead will appear every second just when he can't hold it back, like divine soldiers descending from the sky, right?
Fu Weiqiang knew very well that the main purpose of the undead army was to assimilate monsters and increase the number of undead.
Saving yourself is just a casual matter.
"Since the boss said so, I'll fish first as a sign of respect!" The young man couldn't wait to click on the four words "Start Fishing"...
at the same time.
in the regional chat channel.
【I declare! From now on, if there is a god in the world, it must be the god of the dead! 】
[You must have been saved by his undead army, right? 】
[Remove the words "Should I"? Damn it, grandma, my life was almost hanging by a thread. When I saw a group of rats rushing out, I thought I was going to die. Unexpectedly, they turned out to be an army of the undead. Three times five divided by two, In less than half a minute, the giant rat, which was even bigger than an elephant, had eaten away until all that was left was its skeleton! 】
[This time, those of us were able to survive by chance, all thanks to the power of the Undead Lord]
[Who says otherwise? How lucky it is to be born in Jiangcheng, no, to be born in Daxia! ! 】
[I remember your ID. Didn’t you say before that after eight lifetimes of bad luck, you wouldn’t be a Daxia person in the next life?]
[That’s not because I’m young and ignorant. I’ve come to my senses now. Go, go, go, don’t open any pot and lift it]
[Wang Zhipeng, you are almost 30 years old, are you kidding about your youth and ignorance? 】
【Depend on! who are you? 】
…
Chen Ming also saw the excitement in the world chat channel.
Although Chen Ming was not interested in their willingness to surrender to him, it seemed good to be able to win their admiration and owe them a favor like this.
It's an unexpected gain.
There are always times when it comes in handy.
Daxia people have the word gratitude engraved in their bones and know how to be grateful.
Although there are a small number of scumbags, most people cannot be changed.
Close the system panel.
"..." Chen Ming's eyes were attracted by the news broadcast on TV.
Related to hawks.
