"One."
"Ninety thousand."
"Raise!"
"Stand up straight!"
In the hustle and bustle, more than a dozen salted fish zombies with a rotten smell were sitting in front of a few tables, smoking, scratching their feet, drinking beer, and playing mahjong. The atmosphere was foul and looked terrible.
Seeing Huai Shi come in, some of them looked back.
"Ah, the new team leader is here?"
"He looks very young. It's over. I'm afraid today's performance won't be good."
"Anyway, I don't get paid. Performance doesn't matter."
"Motherf * cker, did you just steal my cards?"
"Is this card yours? Do you think it will answer you if you call it? "
"You really need to learn your lesson!"
"Grandson, come on!"
Before they could even finish their greetings, the zombies started fighting with each other. You pull my neck off, I break your waist with a kick. Broken limbs and bones rolled all over the ground. Huai Shi's eyes almost fell out of their sockets when she saw this.
Each of them really had a unique skill!
These guys, were they specially here to be beaten up? They couldn't even be beaten to death …
Anyway, this group of people still knew the rules. After the fight, one by one, they came to meet Huai Shi and told him their positions. They said that if there was anything he needed, he could just let them know. If he couldn't, he couldn't …
In the corner, there were two zombies reading pornographic magazines and chatting with each other. "There's a new pinball shop in Mitakawa. How about we go and have a look after work?"
"No, Riko hasn't been feeling well these two days. I have to bring back two pounds of fresh meat."
"Is she pregnant again?"
"Yeah, it's the third one."
"Congratulations, congratulations …"
Huai Shi almost doubted his life. What the f * ck is pregnant? Brother, you're a zombie!
The two of them, however, were chatting happily.
"Taro is four years old this year."
"Yeah." The fat zombie looked back at Huai Shi. "Team leader, you haven't seen the photo of my family yet, right?"
As he spoke, he took out a photo of his wife and child from his pocket and showed it to him. "I'm fat now. I wasn't like this when I was thin. Look, I'm smiling so happily."
Huai Shi took a closer look and saw the couple holding two charcoal-like children in the photo.
"…"
Oh no, these colleagues are not reliable at all …
Huai Shi's head was about to explode.
With such a group of teammates, how were they supposed to fight?
He had read the regulations before he came. The Ghost Castle could support up to four visitors at a time. There was still half an hour before the park opened … which meant that once the park opened, Huai Shi would immediately become a four-man dungeon Boss waiting to be killed.
Even a group of weakest Ascenders would have at least four of them. If they weren't careful, they would be doomed. In the end, they had to deal with this group of trash. How was this working? They were more like gifting kids!
Huai Shi sighed. In the end, he asked seriously, "How do you usually send … cough, cough, how do you work?"
The zombie at the front raised his hand and answered, "Sit at the desk and wait for people to come in. Then, go up and bite them. Try not to let them run away."
They seemed to have a good working attitude. Huai Shi nodded and asked another question.
"What if they run away?"
Another zombie raised his hand. "Then sit back and wait for the next one."
Okay, are they all dogs …
"I'll think of a way."
Huai Shi scratched his head and tried to think as he walked around the castle.
In terms of atmosphere, it was still okay. Although the traps were a little old-fashioned, they were still barely usable. The various forks and fake doors were also done decently, making it worthy of being called a maze.
But they couldn't stop people …
Huai Shi walked around and came back. He looked at the salted zombies in the lounge and suddenly asked, "Can zombies get sick?"
"Hm?" The zombies looked at each other in astonishment and shook their heads. "They can't … After all, they're all dead. They haven't even caught a cold for so many years."
"That's good."
Huai Shi's eyes suddenly lit up. Looking at the dozen or so salted zombies smoking and playing cards, it was like looking at a dozen or so nutritious petri dishes.
After thinking for a moment, he casually picked up a metal cup about the size of a beer mug. Then, he took out a knife and cut his hand. He watched as his faint green blood flowed into the cup. When it was about done, he applied some Silver Blood Potion as a band-aid.
It just so happened that he knocked down a lot of trees on the way here. He was a bit overnourished, so he treated it as blood donation.
The cup full of blood with an ominous aura gently rippled in the cup. Under Huai Shi's reckless infusion of Origin Substances, it quickly changed. Countless strains that were hard to see with the naked eye crazily grew from it …
Huai Shi was afraid that it wasn't enough. He rubbed two handfuls of ash and sprinkled it in, causing the liquid in the cup to instantly turn pitch-black.
Finally, he took out the Spear of Compassion and sprinkled a few dozen grams of dragon blood in it.
With a whoosh.
The blood in the entire cup instantly stirred, as if it was boiling and bubbling non-stop.
"Drink, this is my happy water."
Huai Shi picked up the cup and placed it in front of them. He revealed a smile. "Come, hurry up. Everyone has a sip. Drink it and you'll be happy."
Under Huai Shi's instigation, the zombies all poured this seemingly unhappy happy water into their stomachs. Then, they instantly became happy.
"Oh, oh, oh, I feel power!!!"
"So happy … this is the feeling of growth …"
"I, I … I'm even more rotten!"
"I have an extra head …"
Under the catalysis of the virus that was almost like an alchemy poison, the zombies were instantly dyed with a layer of green. They looked incomparably harmonious, and mushrooms grew out of their heads.
In the damp and rotten shells, the mushrooms grew happily. Like dandelions, they quickly split and spread in all directions, instantly turning the zombies into poisonous corpses.
According to Huai Shi's observations, it seemed that everyone's poison was different. Type A's had the Origin Smallpox, Type B's had the Hell's Flu, and Type O's had all kinds of strange things. It was as if they were farming, and mushrooms kept growing out of their heads. There was even a zombie that had sunflowers growing out of its head …
In the short period of transformation, time had already flown by quickly.
In the blink of an eye, the alarm sounded outside. In a few minutes, the 'tourists' would enter the park, and the game was about to begin …
"Okay, cheer up, it's time to go to work!"
Huai Shi urged the group of listless zombies to hurry up and get ready to work. "Do you still remember where your job is?"
"I'm in the library."
"I'm in the kitchen."
"I'll go to the hall."
"I'll go stroll around …"
One by one, the zombies slowly dragged their feet, weakly walking into the depths of the castle. In the end, there was only one skinny old zombie left sitting on the chair in the lounge.
Among all the zombies, he was the most rotten. His flesh was almost all falling off. He looked old and clumsy. Rather than calling him a zombie, it was better to call him a skeleton. He simply fell apart with a touch …
To come to work at this level, he was simply diligent and loved his job!
Huai Shi looked at him with reverence and admiration, and asked, "What are you responsible for?"
The old zombie raised his head and stiffly showed a flattering smile. He raised the eighty-year-old newspaper in his hand and said, "Read … newspaper …"
Okay.
Huai Shi's eyes twitched. How could there be office bullying between zombies? Black hearted capitalists are really scary …
Speaking of which, the old man was already so old, why was he still standing at his job? Did he have a job! Reading the newspaper every day must be very boring!
He sighed and pointed to the table, "Then you stay here."
"Someone … came in … what should I do?"
Huai Shi looked at him for a long time. Although he looked scary, he didn't look like he could fight very well. He was afraid that if he rushed up and was kicked, he would fall apart on the spot.
At that time, the contestants would broadcast beating up the old man. It would be a tragedy … It wouldn't be harmonious.
"Then you can play … mahjong with them."
Huai Shi thought for a moment, and brought a set of mahjong over. Regardless of whether it was useful or not, it could be used as a diversion tactic for the time being.
In order to set off the atmosphere, he also stuffed the old humidifier in the room under the old zombie's butt, put a few handfuls of ashes, and after plugging it in, curling gray smoke slowly rose from the old zombie's mouth. At first glance, it looked like it was ascending to the sky.
In the gloomy horror, it was full of the aura of a boss!
"Complete the job!"
Huai Shi clapped his hands, listened to the gradually urgent alarm outside the castle, waved his hand, and turned down the power switch in the lounge. In an instant, darkness came and swallowed everything.
Only the gate of the castle opened with a bang.
Amidst the moaning of the zombies, the Ghost Castle officially opened.
In the next moment, countless figures descended from the sky.
.
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[Resurrection Mission: Clear the Kitten Paradise within eight hours.]
[Completion Reward: Restore the qualification to participate. Please explore the rest of the rewards yourself.]
In an instant, thousands of sublimators who had fallen into a nightmare woke up screaming and found themselves standing on the square.
The contestants who had been eliminated on the first day were pulled into this paradise specially prepared for the resurrection game and became one of the countless tourists.
Then, countless information poured into their consciousness from the system panel …
A second chance and a better opportunity.
Whether it was for this group of losers or the contestants who hosted the theme park project, there was no doubt that this was a challenge worth gambling everything on.
Unlike the cannon fodder who rushed to the front and rushed into any project, the challengers who had a brain basically stayed in place and took the time to read the thick project introduction book in their hands. They began to carefully screen the projects they wanted to choose.
In the book, it contained a brief introduction of all the 'rides' in the Kitten Paradise.
According to the difficulty of the attractions, the conditions required to clear the park were also different. Some high-difficulty attractions only required one to clear, while some attractions marked as low-difficulty threats often required four or five to clear before they could accumulate enough progress to clear the park.
Some daring challengers threw out the only three quick challenge tickets in their hands and directly skipped the contestants in front of them. They locked onto the most difficult projects such as Thunder Mountain, Earth's Core Pit, Death Roller Coaster, and so on, intending to reduce the risk and clear the game in one go.
After all, they only had one life. No matter how low the threat level of the project was, there was a possibility of failure in the face of the host who had the geographical advantage. It was far better to finish it in one go.
When someone saw the small line of words at the end of the introduction book, their eyes instantly lit up.
After killing the host, not only could they obtain the qualification to participate, but they could also inherit the host's progress and all the equipment?
Soon, after various calculations and tradeoffs, the challengers embarked on the path they chose, either full of confidence or full of uneasiness.
As the boiling crowd rushed in all directions, the Kitten Paradise was like a bloody meat grinder, slowly starting to move.
In the constant whining, under the gray sky, this place had turned into a demon's den.
Huai Shi heard the sound of the door being pushed open.
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