"Indeed, I heard someone say that the number of the Undead Lord's undead army has reached 50 million!"
"Fifty million? How long ago was that old news? If I remember correctly, it would have exceeded 100 million long ago."
"One hundred million? The combined total of the world's armies is less than a fraction of his?"
"Otherwise, I can be revered as the Undead Lord."
"Damn it! I have to continue to work hard at fishing and strive to achieve one-tenth of his achievements as soon as possible."
"One-tenth? You are quite confident about your future. If I can reach one thousandth, no, one ten thousandth of his, then I will be satisfied."
…
Everyone was discussing non-stop. Chen Ming, after hearing their words, frowned and said to himself, 'When did my undead army break through 50 million? '
Unexpectedly, later, even the idea of 100 million popped up.
The most important thing is that some people really believe it, and not a single voice of doubt is heard.
Even more certain than he, the undead monarch, is, that is the fact.
However, this kind of groundless conjecture is positive information to Chen Ming. He is too lazy to explain too much, so there is no need.
Why should you care about how awesome others think you are?
That is their freedom.
His eyes returned to the old lady who transformed into a big black cat, and weakly got up from the ground.
Li Sangui's blow just now caused a lot of damage to her, and she shook her head left and right in an attempt to stay awake.
However, Li Sangui was not prepared to give her time to breathe. He once again stretched his tentacles to the top of the big cat's head, and suddenly fell down with a sudden sound of strong wind.
The big cat reacted quickly and tried to dodge by jumping sideways.
She did indeed do it, but Li Sangui predicted her prediction, stretched out another tentacle in advance, and swung it horizontally.
boom! boom!
The big cat was knocked back again and crashed through several houses, wooden walls, and smoke.
This time, the injury was obviously more serious than before. Li Sangui used his tentacles to roll him up and lift him into the air.
Immediately, it fell suddenly again and hit the ground hard, hitting it hard continuously.
I don't understand at all what it means to be merciful and soft-hearted.
Seeing that their master was so brutally tortured, the black cats couldn't care less about a few humans, so they all set off and turned into a torrent, rushing toward Li Sangui.
However, the advantage in numbers cannot erase the huge gap in body size.
The tentacles swept across, like a millstone, crushing all the black cats into minced meat, and blood covered a large area of the street.
The air was filled with the smell of dead rats that had been soaked in water for several days.
"..." Seeing that the group of mutated cats that he had been attacking for a long time without any effect were easily slaughtered by Li Sangui, not a single one was spared.
Even though they were a group of criminals, the thugs couldn't help but feel fear in their hearts when they looked at them.
The stronger Li Sangui showed, the higher Chen Ming's status in their minds as the master of summoning the undead.
The old lady's blood volume was severely depleted, and she was forced to return to her human form from the black cat state.
Seeing this, Li Sangui began to curl and tighten his tentacles.
The sound of bones breaking and being squeezed into powder was clearly heard by Chen Ming and Qin Hongyue.
Then, with a subtle explosion sound, a large amount of blood squeezed out from the gaps in Li Sangui's curled tentacles and flew very far.
When the tentacles were opened, the old lady was left with only a thin piece of skin, tightly stuck to the surface of the tentacles, like a different kind of tattoo.
For Chen Ming, the strength of the black cat lady is still remarkable.
If Li Sangui hadn't used a large number of ghosts to severely expand the wave of Yin Qi, he might not have been her opponent.
Worth stealing skills and extracting undead!
complete in one step.
As for the treasure chests, just like when killing Li Sangui, there is a chance to unlock platinum treasure chests with A-level skills, but the number is two less.
After all, the treasure chest drops are calculated based on the monster's strongest combat power when it is killed.
They are both A-level monsters, but A-level monsters also have strengths and weaknesses.
Although the system does not have clear subdivisions such as A+ and A-.
It is an unwritten rule of thumb.
However, after dealing with various zombie monsters for so long, Chen Ming still has this judgment.
As for those little black cats?
There is no need to go through the trouble of extracting them one by one.
Strictly speaking, they belong to the old lady's skill effects.
Summoning skills.
"Is this... solved?"
"Heaven-defying! This fighting power is too heaven-defying!"
"When will I be able to do something like this, without even moving my hands the whole time, and yet become the biggest winner?"
"Go to sleep, and your dreams may come true."
It is worth mentioning that it is not known which rule takes effect.
After Li Sangui and the old lady were eliminated, the flames all over the street subsided, and the originally destroyed houses and buildings quickly recovered as before at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The entire ghost street is no different from when we first arrived.
At least in Chen Ming's opinion, this setting is quite good.
As a result, the major survivors returned to the stores where they had previously applied for jobs and returned to work.
Some of them are because the store owner comes to visit and is unable, or in other words, does not have the guts to refuse.
Most of them are for system tasks, and they don't want the Huangquan coins they are about to get to slip away in vain.
If you really want to leave and give up the mission at this time, wouldn't the previous half-day work have been in vain?
They cannot accept this kind of thing under any circumstances.
Chen Ming, Qin Hongyue, and the woman in red also returned to Shuiyue Inn.
On the second floor, in a private room.
"Yin Qianqian, thank you so much, Master, for saving me! I'm so kind and virtuous, so I can only pledge myself to you!"
The woman in red knelt on the ground and said sincerely.
The first half of the sentence sounded like that to Chen Ming.
The second half of the sentence really confused Chen Ming.
"You, what did you say?" It was unclear for a moment whether the woman in red, no, I should say Yin Qianqian, wanted to repay a favor or take revenge.
"A lonely ghost like you, are you worthy of marrying the master?" After hearing this, Qin Hongyue, who was standing by, couldn't help but stand up and decided to say a few words for the master.
"..." Yin Qianqian thought about it carefully and realized that this was indeed the case.
He is indeed not worthy of Chen Ming.
Even in this street, people who want to marry her, Yin Qianqian, can easily line up from the street to the end of the street.
Chen Ming did not blame Yin Qianqian, thinking that it should be just such a process.
Yin Qianqian was just acting according to the rules.
Even if it were not her, but another survivor completing this task, she would still say "I have nothing to offer in return, but I will give myself to you".
"I see how capable you are. Since you want to repay your master, why not stay with him and become a slave with me?" Qin Hongyue said again.
Her words undoubtedly found new ideas and solutions for Chen Ming.
Not to mention that Chen Ming still doesn't know what Yin Qianqian looks like until now.
It always felt... weird for him to be a living person and marry a fierce ghost as his wife.
