The few survivors who were named were unhappy.
It was so dangerous outside. Going out would be courting death.
A hot-tempered young man muttered.
"Damn it, why would the mighty Great Cold Abyss listen to you, a bastard from the Dragon Country?”
"Why do we have to squeeze together so that you can live in such a big house?"
"This is our country. The people of the Dragon Country should get out!”
He spat vulgarities out of his mouth to vent his dissatisfaction and disgust for the Dragon Country.
Han Mu calmly scratched his nails.
Swoosh!
The pale bone blade slashed across.
A few survivors who were about to agree watched as the brave young man was cut in half.
Blood splattered all over the ground.
This young man, who had just graduated from school and had not been beaten up by society, had experienced the cruelest teaching in his life.
"I'm not your father. I won't spoil your little temper.”
"I saved your lives. If I want you to die, you have to think of a way to die quickly.”
"If you don't want to obey me, you can walk out of here. Don't worry, I won't stop you.”
Han Mu had a gentle smile on his face.
"But as long as I'm here, I must obey my orders.”
The surrounding air seemed to have frozen in this low pressure.
"Remember this face. In your next life, stay far away.”
Puff!
The survivors who were wailing had their heads crushed.
A golden icon flashed above his line of sight.
Han Mu's eyes lit up.
Killing people can also give experience points?
The survivors in the room were silent.
After the pleasant surprise, Han Mu's face turned cold.
The more these little Xiba expressed his goodwill, the more they would take advantage of him and not take him seriously.
He could only use the cruelest and cruelest methods to make them tremble in fear.
Only with a little mercy would they be obedient and wag their tails pitifully to express their submission.
Once they saw an opportunity, they would have unrealistic ambitions.
He felt that he could do it again.
He used high-pressure and cruel methods to break their backbones time and time again.
Engraved his servility into his bones.
After generations of separation and training, they would become domesticated animals that were more docile than dogs.
These ancestors of Xiaoxi were originally dogs raised by the Dragon Country.
Right now, they were just asking them to acknowledge their master and return to their sect.
He brought a few survivors and moved all the daily necessities in the house into the villa.
This exhausted the survivors.
However, no one dared to resist. The tragic state of the first warrior was still echoing in their minds.
When they returned to the villa, there were more than 20 survivors.
There was less hostility in her eyes when she looked at him, and there was more docility and flattery.
Han Mu was not surprised at all.
When their fantasies and pride were shattered, they would carefully consider whether they would give up their lives for their dignity.
He was just putting the cruelest reality in front of them and letting these people make their own choices.
It was to obey his orders and be a docile and loyal dog.
Or should he maintain his so-called pride and let those zombies tear him apart bit by bit?
Reality wasn't like television dramas. There were warriors who dared to face death, but they were only a minority.
More people would constantly break their bottom line in order to survive.
After the first time, they would continuously concede without a bottom line.
Was a person without dignity still human?
It was just a dog in human skin.
"This villa is still a little too small.”
Han Mu looked at the situation in the villa.
In the villa, more than 20 people were squeezed into a room, and men and women each occupied a corner.
She had to lean against the wall when she slept.
It was a nice mansion, but it was like a refugee camp.
Moreover, these guys hadn't showered for a few days. The stench of sweat mixed together and he couldn't even open his eyes.
"It's time to find a bigger territory.”
A place suitable for survivors to gather had to be spacious enough.
At the very least, they had to find a large factory that could accommodate tens of thousands of people.
The second was a sufficiently high bunker or electric fence.
Zombies could evolve.
These small houses and villas could not stop the evolved zombies at all.
Moreover, the distance from the city could not be too close or too far.
There were hundreds of thousands of zombies in the city. Any wave of attacks would be enough to kill them.
They could drive further away from the city, provided that the traffic was smooth.
However, building such a large base was not something that could be done in a short time.
With the two or three undead and 20 to 30 survivors in his hands…
They couldn't even pull up a wall.
"I remember that there should be a high-end hotel nearby.”
Han Mu opened the map and looked at it.
The hotel wasn't too far away, only two streets away.
It was only a 20-minute walk.
Moreover, there was a commercial street next to the hotel and a large supermarket directly opposite.
After clearing the zombies, the food in the supermarket was enough to feed thousands of people for a month.
The hotel had 28 floors. Excluding the lobby on the first floor, there were nearly 600 rooms on the first floor.
Each room could fit four or five people.
One hotel had 3,000 people.
"Then let's clean up this area first.”
Han Mu looked at the residential area between the residential area and the hotel.
Two streets and nearly a hundred residential buildings.
After cleaning it up, he would be able to level up the two skills of the Undead Contract Summon Skeleton to level 5.
If he was lucky, he could also upgrade his physique by one level.
"Leveling up to level 2 requires 1000 experience points. Leveling up to level 5 requires tens of thousands of experience points.”
Han Mu rubbed his teeth, his face full of toothache.
Tens of thousands of experience points, how many zombies did he need to kill to get enough?
Although he could also use skill points to directly upgrade his talent.
However, the problem was that he did not even have enough skill points to light up a new talent. How could he have the extra skill points to upgrade his talent?
"Let's clean up the surrounding zombies first.”
Han Mu waved his hand, and a magic array instantly formed on the ground.
A skeleton soldier that was slightly smaller than Whitey was summoned.
"Is the quality of the undead that is directly summoned random?”
Han Mu was deep in thought.
He had thought that the spirits summoned without sacrifices would be two-meter tall, muscular skeletons like Whitey.
It seemed that he was thinking too much.
Whitey was probably one of the most talented people in the Underworld.
He casually threw over a handful of crystal cores.
The newly summoned skeleton soldiers stayed behind to guard the house.
He brought Little White and Number Two to the second residential street.
The two streets were less than 10 meters apart.
The scattered zombies wandered aimlessly on the streets.
There were scattered bloodstains on the ground.
It had been a week since the apocalypse.
Most of the survivors 'food had probably been eaten up.
If ordinary people went out to look for food, they would die if they were discovered by zombies.
Han Mu brought his two followers and started killing.
One by one, the zombies were beheaded by the sharp bone blades.
The counterattack on the verge of death could only leave shallow scratches on the evolved Skeleton Warrior's body.
With the bone shield in hand, he simply charged forward, and the dense horde of zombies scattered.
With a sweep of the shield, the surrounding zombies were badly injured and sent flying.
After the evolution of the Skeleton Warriors, whether it was in terms of strength or defense, they had undergone earth-shattering changes.
Han Mu whistled and spun the baseball bat around his palm.
Bang!
A zombie's head exploded.
Now was the time to kill!
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