The sleeping spot was carefully chosen by Han Dong.
It was a hidden alley between the residential area and the oil refinery factory. It was a perfect place to commit a crime.
In addition, the Ministry of Justice had increased their surveillance of the zombies, so it was difficult to make a move on the street.
Han Dong was like a piece of fat meat that was delivered to their mouths … Moreover, those who were eyeing this piece of fat meat were hungry wolves that hadn't eaten meat for a long time.
There were two groups of people who were attracted.
Most of them were workers in the oil refinery. They gathered together to do some private work to reduce their burden as much as possible.
Most of them were normal zombies like Han Dong. They maintained their jumping posture with their arms extended.
However, the leaders of the two groups were abnormal zombies with certain characteristics.
One of them was dragging an iron rod covered in plaque. His entire body was covered in corrosive plaque.
Moreover, as a zombie, he still had the ability to breathe.
However, the function of breathing was not to supply the lungs for the body to function. Instead, it was to deliberately absorb the toxins in the air and turn them into a deadly plague.
The other one had huge pustules all over his body. They emitted a red glow and seemed to have explosive properties.
This person directly took a pustules off his chest and threw it back and forth in his hand.
"Zhang Xiliang, this new guy is one of my subordinates. I saw this guy walk out of the cemetery … Don't tell me you don't know the rule of first come first serve?"
Zhang Xiliang, who was holding the iron rod, took a deep breath and slowly exhaled from his mouth. Large and small corrosive pits appeared on the surrounding walls.
"What a coincidence. My men also saw him climb out of the cemetery?"
The two leaders were just talking. They didn't have any intention of starting a conflict.
If a fight broke out in this area near the oil refinery, it would attract the Ministry of Justice's attention. It was no different from suicide … Under such circumstances, both sides would cut the target in half at the waist.
After all, being cut in half at the waist wouldn't cause the zombie to die. They could even exchange it for an equivalent price at the oil refinery.
Just as the two of them were about to suggest cutting in half at the waist …
Hahaha …
An ethereal, sinister and strange laughter echoed in the alley.
The laughter was like a parasite that drilled into every zombie's head, including the two leaders.
This kind of parasitic sneer directly drew out the deepest resentment in the minds of the zombies. The resentment of the past surged into their hearts.
The red cyst in the leader's hand was thrown to the opposite side.
Who knew …
Zhang Xiliang waved the iron rod in his hand, and like a baseball bat, he smashed the flying cyst.
The deadly plague mixed with the iron rod immediately suppressed the explosive factor of the cyst.
What these zombies didn't know was that.
The entrances and exits to the left and right alleys were sealed off by streams of pure seawater, isolating them from the outside world … The sounds of the conflict that occurred here could not be transmitted to the outside world.
A battle broke out in the alleyway. It was a battle to the death where primitive desires were aroused.
One by one, the zombies' heads were smashed, their bodies exploded, and their hearts were pierced.
Zhang Xiliang who was holding the iron rod had exhausted too much of his energy due to the plague in his body. He took a deep breath to replenish his energy … and this breath woke him up instantly.
"What's going on? Why did they start fighting … Furthermore, after causing such a huge commotion, the Ministry of Justice's [Black Zombie] still hasn't arrived? "
Just as he was in a daze.
The leader, whose entire body was swollen with cysts, pounced on him, his eyes filled with madness.
"Crazy!"
Just as he was about to self-destruct …
Swoosh!
Something directly pierced through the back of the leader's head. The red cysts all over his body immediately shriveled, and he died quickly.
At this moment, only Zhang Xiliang who was holding the iron rod was left alive in the alleyway.
The young man who was regarded as the 'moving corpse oil' by the two forces was standing behind another leader. The strange tentacles that grew out of his hand were the main cause of his target's death.
"Zhang Xiliang? You should be the most capable and the smartest of these zombies … You should have a way to deal with the corpses here and exchange them all for corpse oil, right? "
Zhang Xiliang originally wanted to find a chance to escape, report the situation here to the Ministry of Justice, and blame all the deaths of the zombies on Han Dong's head.
However, when he met the young man's gaze, he instinctively felt fear. The young man's gaze was even scarier than the Ministry of Justice's [Zombie Division].
"… Yes, but I need to exchange them one by one at a time.
Also, I need to transfer these corpses to a safe place.
Recently, the corpse country has begun to strengthen the management of the zombies. If this matter is exposed, I will be directly arrested by the Ministry of Justice. "
"Alright, do you have a safe place with you?"
"Yes … However, it's a little far away. It's in the eastern district of the residential area. I bought an inconspicuous bungalow there. "
"Do you have a map? Show me."
"Yes."
Han Dong had already walked around the oil mill area. As Zhang Xiliang marked the place on the map, he immediately recalled the corresponding building's appearance and its exact location.
Creak creak …
A tentacle the color of starlight grew out of Han Dong's palm. At the same time, it drew a formation on the ground of the alleyway.
Zhang Xiliang looked at the strange tentacles in a daze. He could only treat it as a type of [Physical Mutation].
"Move all the corpses here and pile them up in the formation …"
"Oh, okay."
Although Zhang Xiliang did not know what Han Dong wanted to do, he immediately did as he was told.
"The corpses are in place. What now?"
"You stand in there too."
Zhang Xiliang had heard rumors that the executives in the oil mill seemed to be able to refine corpse oil through some kind of secret formation without relying on machinery … The current scene was somewhat similar.
"What are you doing?"
When he asked this question, Han Dong directly slapped him in.
With a flash of starlight, the next second, he appeared in the shabby bungalow that Zhang Xiliang had just bought.
It was located at the most remote edge of the oil mill area.
Although the house was shabby, it was very safe.
"This is … a divine spell! Are you a secret officer of the imperial court's [Seventh Division]? "
Hearing this, Han Dong knew that he had chosen the right person. This Zhang Xiliang seemed to know a lot of things.
However, Han Dong did not pretend. "It's not as much as you think. I'm just a zombie that just came here … In fact, I wanted to kill all of you just now, but I found that you're not bad.
If I'm not wrong, you should be about to break through, right? "
Han Dong's magic eye could observe that the [Qi] in Zhang Xiliang's dantian had signs of turning from white to green.
"Yes …"
"As long as you do things for me, I will help you a little.
Next, we'll bring a corpse to the oil refinery to return the money. Take me to familiarize me with the 'rules' in the oil mill. At the same time, I have a lot of questions to ask you. "
"Okay."
After Zhang Xiliang saw the incredible space ability, he had already deified Han Dong in his heart … At the same time, Zhang Xiliang's lips would curl up from time to time. He always felt that things would make him laugh.
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