The three-story villa was surrounded by a two-meter-high wall.
There was a simple pile of junk at the door.
It could effectively resist the invasion of zombies.
"I can only use it temporarily."
Han Mu glanced at the pile of junk at the door.
With their evolution speed, it wouldn't take long for them to learn how to use weapons.
Not to mention something as simple as climbing.
With a light leap, he flipped over the debris barricade.
Han Mu walked into the three-story villa.
The noise seemed to have paused, and the living room was dead silent.
Han Mu glanced at the survivors huddled together in the living room.
More than 20 people were squeezed into the living room.
With a sweep of his gaze, he could see everyone's expressions.
Fear, awe…
There was a trace of rejection and disgust hidden deep in his eyes.
Their heroes are our enemies.
These Koreans didn't treat him as one of their own, but he didn't take these Xiba seriously.
However, even so, this was the attitude he had towards his savior.
As expected of Little Xiba.
Han Mu narrowed his eyes.
He didn't need to spoil this group of idiots with their attitude.
If necessary, he could throw a few of them out as cannon fodder to attract the zombies.
There were more than 20 survivors, and two-thirds of them were men.
There were only six or seven women.
Two of them were young women in their thirties, and the rest were no older than twenty.
Tight-fitting pants and a skirt that wrapped around her hips perfectly displayed her sexy curves.
"The Han people really like tight pants and tight skirts.”
Han Mu couldn't help but complain.
It was true that she was pleasing to the eyes, but it was also true that she was tired of aesthetic appreciation.
Little Xiba had a morbid tendency in this aspect.
It was a popular TV series, and the male lead had a bowl cut.
When they went shopping, they would find that the entire street was filled with people with bowl cuts.
The female lead was wearing a long black dress. All the women on the street were wearing black dresses.
Women didn't need to be picky when they went shopping. After all, what one shop had, other shops would definitely have it.
Han Mu glanced at the women's appearances and suddenly felt bored.
It wasn't ugly, but it was only average.
Moreover, there were traces of knives on their faces.
He did not hate plastic surgery.
However, it was still so shabby after the surgery. How tragic was it before the surgery?
He couldn't bring himself to eat it.
"The landlady is still better."
The beautiful and mature landlady flashed across Han Mu's mind.
The landlady liked yoga and fitness. Although she was almost 30 years old, she was young and knew a lot.
Although she was a young woman, she was no different from a 20-year-old young man.
That beautiful young woman's face had a seductive charm.
It was like a ripe peach.
"Number Two, without my order, kill whoever dares to go up the stairs.”
Han Mu patted Little White No. 2's shoulder and turned the corner into the bedroom.
In the corner of the hall, Mr. Mediterranean clenched his fists, his eyes red.
There was a hint of helplessness and resignation in his resentful eyes.
He didn't dare to resist. He didn't even dare to have this thought.
If this man died, how long could they live in this world full of zombies?
With his wife, he could at least have a little more hope of living than others.
Although his wife was having an in-depth conversation with someone else, they were at home.
He felt a little involved.
........
After a night of friendly conversation.
The relationship between Han Mu and the landlady had become more tacit, to the extent that they could tell the posture with just a glance.
Han Mu also knew the landlady's name.
Kim Minji!
It was a very popular name in the Han Nation.
"Beauty Land is the tomb of heroes. You can't be obsessed with women!”
Without a woman in his heart, he drew his sword naturally!
Women would only affect the speed at which he drew his saber.
Han Mu took out a crystal core from his pocket and threw it to Little White, who had been guarding the door for the whole night.
Absorbing five crystal cores was not Little White's limit.
However, digesting the energy within the crystal core required time.
After one night, the power of the five crystal cores should have been absorbed completely.
Whitey held the crystal core, and its soul fire boiled and enveloped the crystal core.
Seeing this, Han Mu took out a handful of crystal cores.
Little White did not reject any of them and instantly devoured all the crystal cores.
In the blink of an eye, all ten crystal cores were devoured.
Seeing this, Han Mu wanted to continue digging for the crystal core, but he was attracted by the changes on Little White's body.
The white bones flowed like liquid, connecting the bones together, forming a ferocious bone armor on the surface of the body.
The bone blade in his right hand extended, and his joints turned into sharp bone spurs. A shield the size of half a person condensed in his left hand.
" This is... evolution?"
Looking at Little White, who was emitting a powerful aura, Han Mu was dumbfounded.
If Xiaobai was just a soldier who had just entered the battlefield, then she would have been killed.
Now, he had become a warrior who had experienced hundreds of battles.
"Skeleton Warrior, that's a good name.”
Han Mu patted Little White's shoulder with satisfaction.
Even though the Undead Summoned Creatures had a low starting point, their potential was extremely high.
He wanted to continue feeding the crystal core, but Little White had reached its limit.
Han Mu smacked his lips regretfully.
He could only try again tomorrow.
Han Mu called Little White No. 2 over.
He threw a handful of Crystal Cores over, and after absorbing seven or eight of them, Crystal Core No. 2 successfully evolved.
Han Mu glanced at Little White and Number Two.
Although they were all evolutions.
However, be it in terms of size or strength, they were clearly not on the same level.
"Could it be that the potential of the undead is also related to the sacrificial corpses?”
Han Mu was deep in thought.
If he had known earlier, he wouldn't have used Xiaoxi's corpse to summon the undead.
Trash!
"There's still one more summoning slot.”
Han Mu decided to play it safe.
The skeleton soldiers before evolution could even beat up those zombies.
After evolving, the Elite Skeleton Warriors would be able to kill zombies as easily as slaughtering chickens.
He left a summoning slot. It might be useful.
"You, you, the four of you, come out with me.”
Han Mu walked downstairs and casually picked a few young and strong men.
Apart from gaining experience, he also needed to collect enough resources.
With more than 20 mouths, they would starve to death sooner or later if they did not store more food and water.
It didn't matter if a few Xiaoxi died, but he still had a use for these guys.
He planned to build a base for survivors.
Then, there would be talents from all walks of life.
Other than talents, there were also a large number of low-level laborers.
However, the apocalypse lacked everything except people.
As long as he could provide a safe environment, there would be plenty of people who would be his dogs.
In the face of life and death, what was dignity?
He asked these people to call their wives over to practice yoga with him.
There were a lot of people who took the initiative to wash their wives, put on yoga pants, and send them over.
After that, she had to ask him if he was a professional at yoga.
Little Xiba and Little Rizi weren't good at anything else, but they had no backbone.
The old ancestor followed behind the Dragon Country as a lackey and did not learn anything else. Instead, he learned the saying that a wise man understands the times.
Of course, no matter where it was, there were always those who couldn't see the situation clearly.
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