LIGHTNOVELONLINE Chapter 78, The Horde of the Dead
Chapter 78, The Horde of the Dead
Hearing Li Yanhong say this, the prison is indeed a good place to defend against zombies.
The location is far from residential areas, and the prison guards are equipped with guns and bullets.
It’s also possible that the prison has its own power supply system and never lost power.
Thinking about it, this place is indeed a good choice.
"You plan to go there?"
Li Yanhong nodded, "Yes, we were, but we're still considering it."
Wu Heng definitely wouldn’t go to any survivor camp; going there would just bring him discomfort.
But he also hoped to have some living people around.
To help with tasks that the skeletons couldn’t complete, or to bring a bit of life to the place.
Wu Heng didn’t say much more and continued on his way with the army.
Passing through some areas with severe car accidents, he had the three-meter-tall "Big Guy" zombies move the damaged vehicles so the electric tricycle could continue.
As they walked, they saw the sign for a gas station ahead.
Wu Heng said to the little one perched on his shoulder, "Xiaoxiao, go check if there’s any danger at the gas station, especially inside the buildings."
"Oh, okay!" Xiaoxiao floated in the air and quickly flew off into the distance.
Before long, Xiaoxiao flew back from afar.
She said, "Just some zombies, nothing strange."
"Let me take a look." Wu Heng still wasn’t reassured and decided to check it out himself.
Xiaoxiao huffed and merged back into his body.
In his mind, the situation at the gas station appeared.
Two private cars were parked by the gas pumps, with a few scattered zombies wandering around the open space. There were no zombies inside the station building.
There were fewer zombies here than expected.
After releasing Xiaoxiao, he continued to give the order to advance.
The group slowly approached the gas station, and the skeleton warriors cut down all the zombies.
Wu Heng walked around the gas station, checking the surroundings.
There were six fuel pumps in total—four for gasoline and two for diesel. The two cars each occupied one pump, and their drivers had obviously turned into zombies, who were just killed by the skeletons.
Wu Heng approached the fuel pump to inspect it. The entire pump was no longer functional, and even when used, no fuel came out.
"How should we do this?"
Li Yanhong said, "We need to draw it from the gas well."
Saying this, she directly took out a crowbar from the truck bed, pried open a manhole cover on a concrete platform, and a strong smell instantly erupted.
Li Yanhong put on a mask, took out an extra-long spoon she had welded together with rebar and an iron can, and dipped it in.
She scooped up a large spoonful of gasoline and carefully poured it into a nearby gas drum.
Well, this…
If you didn’t know this method, you really wouldn’t know how to get fuel from a gas station!
Li Yanhong started scooping the fuel, one spoonful at a time.
The process was slow.
Wu Heng then entered the station building to see if there was anything to loot.
On the counter, there were sausages and oden, but they were already moldy and rotten.
The rest of the shelves were empty, likely cleared out by survivors earlier.
With nothing to scavenge, he glanced around and returned outside.
He directed the skeletons to help Li Yanhong continue scooping the fuel.
The first drum was already full, so they brought over a second drum to fill.
They kept busy until the afternoon before it felt like they had enough.
"Almost full." Li Yanhong stood up and sealed the gas well's cover again.
The skeleton warriors worked together to load the gas drums back onto the tricycle.
The vehicle began to tilt to one side.
With no other option, Wu Heng had several skeletons push the tricycle as they headed towards the residential area.
This gasoline would last Li Yanhong and her group for quite some time.
They made their way back near the residential area and dropped Li Yanhong off at the auto repair shop.
Wu Heng also returned to his apartment building.
He sent the skeletons to train on the rooftop while he prepared to head to Blackstone Town.
.........
Black Market.
Wu Heng and Barson, wearing heavy cloaks, ascended to the second floor.
After showing the emblem, they were led to a private room.
A middle-aged man with a mustache followed closely behind, holding a flat wooden box.
"Sir, here is the item you requested."
The wooden box was placed on the table and pushed in front of them.
Wu Heng opened it, revealing an old, worn-out book inside.
【 Battlefield of the Dead】
(Description: Within a 60-foot radius of the caster, infuse the bones or corpses of creatures with foul, false life energy, summoning them as undead creatures [Raise Skeletons, Animate Dead]. This skill consumes up to 80% of the caster's mental energy, ensuring they don’t suffer mental exhaustion.)
Seeing the skill book and its description, Wu Heng felt a surge of joy.
It finally arrived.
The Snake Emblem Consortium’s efficiency is indeed higher than the Guild's.
"Sir, you still need to pay the remaining 72 silver coins for the purchase and transportation fees." The middle-aged man said with a smile.
It was evident that this client was very satisfied with the service.
"Barson, pay him," Wu Heng said.
Barson took out a money pouch and handed it directly to the man.
The man poured out the silver coins and counted them.
"Sir, is there anything else we can assist you with?"
"Not for now." Wu Heng stood up and headed towards the exit.
The middle-aged man followed behind, escorting them to the stairs, and waved them off.
Wu Heng blended into the crowd on the first floor and began browsing the stalls.
The black market was still bustling, selling all sorts of strange and rare items.
Many of the items were various body parts of magical beasts and animals.
It felt like if alchemy wasn’t advanced, the people of this world would have long perished.
After making a round, Wu Heng noticed something strange—the black-robed person who sold him the burial shroud and organ jar was not at his stall.
Did he sell out? Or did he change locations?
He wanted to see if the person had anything else interesting to sell, but after searching, he couldn’t find the stall.
After wandering for a while without finding anything useful, he returned to Blackstone Town with Barson.
Back at his place, he shut the door tightly.
He took out the skill book and began to read.
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Zombie World.
West of the Second Hospital.
The night was gloomy, with a foul stench carried on the breeze.
Dense footsteps gradually approached, and blood-curdling roars echoed through the night.
On the commercial building at the roundabout.
Four survivors leaned against the windows, looking in horror at the zombies below.
The streets below were packed with a dense horde of the dead.
"Damn it, why are so many zombies gathering? What the hell is going on?" a middle-aged man said, swallowing his saliva.
"Are they migrating?" another person asked.
"Zombies don’t know how to do that unless something is guiding them."
Just as the words were spoken, another person said, "Isn’t that the Big Head Zombie the radio mentioned? The kind of mutated zombie that can command regular zombies."
They all looked into the distance and saw a Big Head Zombie slowly advancing, surrounded by the zombie horde.
"It really is." Someone swallowed hard and suddenly realized, "That’s the Big Head Zombie that escaped from the Second Hospital. It’s heading in the same direction, back to the hospital."
The others widened their eyes, staring in fear at the scene below.
At that moment, the Big Head Zombie in the distance suddenly looked up at the window and roared at the commercial building.
The horde began to stir like bgasing water, becoming more agitated.
Then, they crazily charged towards the building.
The faces of the four survivors turned pale.
"Shit, we need to run, now!"
