LIGHTNOVELONLINE Chapter 57: The Underworld Has Turned on Itself
Chapter 57: The Underworld Has Turned on Itself
A corpse?
The middle-aged man's brow furrowed slightly, and he fell into a brief silence.
Wu Heng glanced at him and curiously asked, "For the Snake Emblem Consortium, this shouldn't be difficult, right?"
According to Deputy Deacon Slater, the Snake Emblem Consortium is a large organization that particularly pursues profit.
Getting a corpse shouldn't be that hard, right?
Why the silence?
If they don't even dare to handle a corpse, what kind of consortium are they?
"Of course, no problem." The middle-aged man first responded with a smile, then added, "But due to certain reasons, it might take some time; it depends on whether you're willing to wait."
"Why is that?"
"Blackstone Town has recently been focusing on this matter, so there might be a delay. Of course, if we get the chance, we'll do our best to complete this commission for you," the middle-aged man explained briefly.
Others might be confused by this, but Wu Heng understood the reason.
Blackstone Town was investigating the Necromancer, and even the burning of corpses required mutual supervision between professional teams and the guard squad, showing how seriously they took it.
This place was part of the black market, but it wasn't far from Blackstone Town, so it was just a semi-underground market.
So, the Snake Emblem Consortium wouldn't reject a customer's commission, but they didn't want to get themselves involved at this moment.
It's possible that when Wu Heng requested to buy a corpse, they guessed he was the Necromancer wanted by Blackstone Town.
Just accepting this commission already proved the Snake Emblem's boldness.
"That's fine," Wu Heng replied.
He didn't want to cause unnecessary trouble by purchasing a corpse.
Frankly, spending money at the Guild to research the potion was the same; he was only asking here as a possibility.
"Alright, sir, please wait a moment."
The middle-aged man left and returned with a blank commission form.
He continued, "Sir, do you have any specific requirements for this corpse? For example, level, race, or gender?"
Wu Heng thought for a moment.
Race and gender didn't seem necessary.
Alchemy mainly involves knowledge and isn't heavily related to race.
Moreover, limiting the requirements so much would make the corpse harder to find and take longer.
"Specialize in alchemy, everything else doesn't matter," Wu Heng continued.
The middle-aged man recorded the commission details on the paper, "Sir, due to the special nature of the commission, the deposit will be about 50% higher than usual."
"Fine, how much?"
"300 silver coins, and the final payment will be reassessed based on the corpse's level and preservation."
Damn, that much just for the deposit.
Is this corpse made of gold or what?
It could fund five or six alchemy commissions at the Guild.
But since things had come this far, backing out wouldn't be right, and he did need such a corpse.
He took out his pouch, counted out 300 silver coins, and handed them over.
The middle-aged man nodded, "Sir, may I have your emblem?"
Wu Heng handed over the emblem.
The man took out something like 'ink paste,' pressed the emblem into it, and then stamped it onto the completed commission form.
When he lifted it, a clear imprint was left behind.
So this emblem also served as a seal.
"Sir, it's done." The man returned the cleaned emblem and continued, "When the corpse arrives, it will be posted on the notice board at the entrance."
"Alright!" Wu Heng got up and walked out.
After leaving the room, he went down the stairs.
Walking among the crowd, he continued to browse the black market stalls.
The variety of goods for sale was still abundant.
But there wasn't much he could actually use.
The only stall that caught his attention was the one where he bought the strange item 'Shroud.'
The same items were still there, and the stall owner hadn't even changed his sitting position.
Someone asked for the price, and only a voice came from under the black robe, without the robe moving at all.
He must have incredible patience; if it were Wu Heng, his back would be killing him by now.
After wandering around, he bought two bundles of crossbow bolts and left the black market.
He boarded a carriage and returned to his residence.
.........
The next morning, Wu Heng woke up, washed, and ate breakfast.
Then he headed to the Adventurer's Guild.
Pushing open the door to the team rest room, he saw the captain, Otruluk, sitting alone in the room.
"Morning, Captain," Wu Heng greeted.
"Hmm, you're here just in time."
"Is there a mission?" Wu Heng asked curiously.
"Not exactly a mission." Otruluk motioned for him to sit down and continued, "Kavina, Yuli, and I have discussed taking a commission soon to improve the team's coordination. What do you think?"
Since the team members were injured during the fight with the Divine Punishment Sect members, the Guild hadn't assigned them any new missions.
Some were recovering, while others were resting.
Of the four adventurer teams, theirs was the most inactive.
And among the team members, Wu Heng was the most inactive, rarely coming to the Guild, and sometimes not even being seen.
So now that they saw Wu Heng come in, they brought up the matter early to get his opinion.
"Sure, what kind of commission? Preferably not too dangerous," Wu Heng said.
He had looted the gold shop, so survival wasn't an issue for him.
But he still had to consider the livelihood of the other team members.
"Hmm, no rush. Yuli is gathering information, and we'll pick something suitable when the time comes."
Yuli?
She just arrived in Blackstone Town, what kind of information could she gather?
The most she could collect would be food-related information.
"Oh, alright," Wu Heng agreed and continued, "Has there been anything happening at the Guild recently?"
"No, the focus is still on that Necromancer in the mining village. Other than that, nothing much."
"Well, peace in the world is always best."
"That doesn't sound like something a Necromancer would say."
.........
After leaving the Guild, he stopped by the 'Antler Shop' to buy some potions.
Mental potions, healing potions, antidote potions, and so on, he bought a bit of everything just in case.
After returning home and closing the door, he directly went to the zombie world.
Upon arriving in the zombie world, he went to the rooftop to check on the skeletons.
After confirming there were no issues, he called all the skeletons and headed downstairs with their weapons.
Last night, he had rethought his schedule.
He couldn't spend all his time converting corpses.
The main focus should be on killing zombies, and the remaining time would be spent on conversions.
Gaining experience was one thing, but he also suspected that zombies were slowly evolving, and feared they might become harder to kill later on.
Wu Heng led the skeleton squad out of the community through the north gate.
They headed north along the road where the survivor's bus had crashed at the intersection.
The nearby zombies had already been cleared, and the occasional stragglers posed no threat.
When they rushed over, the skeletons quickly killed them with their cleavers.
"Uncle, where are we going?" Xiaoxiao floated in the air, asking curiously.
"To the hardware store."
"What are we going there for?"
"To see if there's anything useful inside."
He remembered that there was a fairly large hardware store in this direction. If there was any place nearby to find iron pipes and tools, it would be there.
"Oh!"
Xiaoxiao responded with an 'oh' and then lay on his shoulder, no longer speaking.
As they moved along the road, the number of zombies began to increase.
The sounds of fighting grew louder, and more zombies started emerging from nearby.
"Attack!" Wu Heng ordered.
The cleaver-wielding skeletons bypassed the spearmen and charged at the zombies ahead.
Blood splattered, and the sound of cleavers chopping bones echoed throughout the area.
.........
In the distance.
On the rooftop of a shop near the road.
A figure stood at the edge, looking ahead.
His face was pale, and there was unmistakable fear on his face.
A large number of zombies were rushing out of the alleys below, all converging on the same place.
Across the road, he could see the group of weapon-wielding skeletons engaged in battle with the zombies.
Blood and body parts were flying everywhere.
"Damn it, what's going on?"
At that moment, a serious voice came through the earpiece connected to the walkie-talkie, "What's happening outside? It feels like we're surrounded by zombies."
The voice was very low, as if afraid of being overheard by the zombies.
The man on the rooftop swallowed hard and pressed the talk button, "Cao, the Underworld has turned on itself; the skeletons and zombies are fighting each other."
