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âHmph, itâs scary to be ignorant. Iâm a zombie who was lucky enough to enter the Zombie Sacred Hall in hell and obtained a Zombie Pardon Contract from the Zombie Gods.â
Yang Fusheng said smugly.
Zombie Divine Hall? Pardon Contract?
Lin Yeâs eyes flickered.
In that case, hellâs system revolved around a Zombie God?
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A scroll to remove the binding of a zombie. It should be something similar to a sharing contract.
But this guy was still a zombie at the moment. Clearly, there were other external conditions that he had yet to meet.
âWho is the Zombie God? Where is his Sacred Hall at? Have you seen them with your own eyes?â
Upon thinking about that, Lin Ye asked again.
âThe Zombie God isâ¦â
Thud!
Before he could say anything.
The next moment, a bolt of blood-red lightning descended from the sky and instantly pierced through the lobby of the bunker. Yang Fushengâs skin and flesh were instantly lacerated by the lightning.
His entire body turned into a shade of charcoal, and the MP4 in his hand was even smoking, directly destroyed.
âAhhh!!!â
Yang Fusheng wailed miserably, âMy art, damn it, I didnât say anything!!â
ââ¦â
Lin Ye was speechless. This zombie was about to be electrocuted to death and his heart was actually aching for the MP4? Why didnât the lightning kill him in one shot?
He shook his head and mind possessed Lin Two.
âHow much blood did you manage to collect?â
â250 boxes!â Lin Two answered truthfully.
250⦠That was a lucky number.
Lin Ye complained, but after careful calculation, he realized that a box would cost 20 liters and 5,000 liters.
It was five times more than what Yang Tianyou needed.
âThis fast?â
Lin Ye was surprised. âDidnât you tell them that each person is limited to offering 100 milliliters a day?â
Most of them had gone to Territory Two to guard in all four directions. It did not make sense for the collection to have been so fast.
âI did, but some of them slit their wrists directly and cut their arteries, causing blood to flow endlessly. When the priests used Sacred Healing and the Rain of Life, most of the people had already offered two to five times more than what was allowed.â
Lin Two smiled bitterly. Afraid that Lin Ye would misunderstand that he was unprofessional, he hurriedly added on, âBut donât worry, my lord. No matter how much they offer, I only gave them 100 milliliters of money. I definitely didnât waste any of the territoryâs funds.â
âNext time, find a professional to collect the blood. Make some changes to the timing as well. Weâll do it once every three days. Otherwise, their nutrition wonât be sufficient and it would be a disaster if the soldiers tired out from that.â
Lin Ye shook his head. He didnât expect the people of the underworld to be so gullible and not learn from the human lords.
There were more than 200 loyalists, but only one-fifth of them offered their blood.
Obviously, most people did not think much of this reward.
That made sense. In his territory, even if a human lord became a native worker, his efficiency would be several times higher than ordinary native workers.
Earning contribution points was a much faster process for them as compared to native citizens. It was only natural that they werenât enticed by the offer.
At this moment, Yang Fushengâs miserable cries continued to ring in his ears. Lin Ye said, âGet someone to send a box of blood over. I have use for it. Hurry!â
âAlright.â Lin Two nodded.
After cutting off the connection, he immediately asked two low-level soldiers to carry a water tank full of blood to the bunker.
Moments later, Lin Ye received the goods.
He kicked Yang Fusheng and glanced at him. âStop wailing. This is 20 liters of blood. Drink it and you should be able to recover to your original state.â
âSmells good. It smells good!â
Yang Fusheng sniffed and looked at the box of blood. His eyes widened and his breathing quickened.
But soon, he seemed to have thought of something and shook his head crazily. âTake it away, take it away. I canât hold back anymore!â
âAre you crazy? If you donât drink it, youâre going to die!â Lin Ye was speechless.
I personally didnât care if you died but how was I supposed to get information from Yang Tianyou about the other zombie kings if you died?
As he spoke, he ignored Yang Fusheng and threw him into the blood box.
âAh, Lin Ye, you f*cking killed me!â Yang Fusheng cried out strangely.
âRumbleââ
Small canine teeth showed and his green eyes appeared.
Yang Fusheng could no longer hold back. He gulped down a mouthful of blood, and the injuries on his body recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.
âThis recovery speed is insane!â
Lin Ye looked on in envy.
He did not have this ability now. Once he was injured, he would either have to rely on the priest or chuck healing-type pills like crazy.
If he had the chance, he had to get an undefeatable body or something.
He wanted to see if he could be like a Zombie King and have the ability to regenerate flesh and blood.
On the other side, the blood in the water tank rapidly dipped. In the end, it actually transformed into two blood streams that quickly sipped into the two canine teeth.
âBurp ~ ~â
When the bottom of the blood tank could be seen, Yang Fusheng burped. His skin shed its burnt skin, and a layer of pale skin appeared again, restoring it to its original state.
Furthermore, his aura had actually increased slightly.
âOh, not bad. You can even increase your strength like this.â Lin Ye clicked his tongue.
âIt tasted so nice!â Yang Fusheng burped again.
Immediately after, he widened his eyes and said in shock and anger, âF*ck, I drank blood? Lin Ye, youâre shit! Iâm going to die because of your tricks!â
âWhat are you pretending for? If Zombies donât drink blood, are you telling me that they eat vegetables and plants?â
Lin Ye glanced at him from the corner of his eye. âI saved you out of my goodwill, but you didnât appreciate it and scolded me instead. If this happens again, Iâll kill you.â
âWhat do you know!â
Yang Fu was so angry he was about to cry. He clenched his fists and said angrily, âI, I canât drink it!â
âWhat do you mean?â Lin Ye frowned when he saw that the fellow seemed to be really angry.
âIâve obtained a pardon contract, but the contract states that when the humans descend, I need to endure a year without drinking human blood. This is only the fourth day since the descent and Iâve broken my promise. Oh my god, my miracle is gone!!â Yang Fusheng was so frustrated that he laid in the blood tank and kick his legs like a wailing child.
âSo what if itâs gone? Wouldnât it be fine as long as you get another pardon contract in the future?â Lin Ye said nonchalantly.
âWhat do you know? That was a miracle. A miracle, do you understand? Last season, I was the only one who drew it out of billions of zombies. Do you know how f*cking low the probability is? Stop spouting nonsense when you donât understand!â
âLin, you ruined my chance to become a human. Iâll fight you to the death!â
Yang Fushengâs face was hideous. He shattered the blood box with a punch and charged towards Lin Ye crazily.
Crack crackââ
There was a fierce fight in the lobby.
It had to be said that this green-eyed little zombie was really strong. It could be considered a top figure among the Level 4 zombies.
When unleashed, his offensive power and speed could both reach that of an ordinary Level 5 powerhouse.
There was also that strange and unpredictable mental attack that was impossible to defend against.
Unfortunately, he met Lin Ye who was a natural enemy to him.
Having obtain Invincible Heart, he was immune to mental attacks below Level 5. This directly nullified Yang Fushengâs strongest technique.
Ten seconds later, Lin Ye subdued the little zombie.
The gap between the strength of a Class 4 and a Class 5 was like that of a great river on Lin Yeâs side.
The success rate of the zombie beating him was almost zero.
âIn that case, getting the contract depends on luck!â Lin Ye stepped on Yang Fusheng as his eyes lit up.
Luck, he was good at it.
At this rate, his luck would continue to soar.
If he had the chance in the future, he would go to hell and play. He would get a pardon contract and use 100xReward on it.
In this case, he could at summon at least 100 Zombie Kings.
In the future, this would be the bargaining chip for negotiations. As long as they were unwilling to become Zombie Kings, he could buy them all over.
The more he thought about it, the more promising it seemed. Lin Ye chuckled.
Opposite him, Yang Fusheng glanced at Lin Ye. How could he not know what he was thinking?
He sneered and said, âIt depends on luck, but you donât even need to think about it.â
âWhy?â Lin Ye was curious.
âHehe, Zombie Sacred Hall. As the name suggests, this is the Sacred Hall for us zombies.â
âEven as zombies, not all zombies can go in.â
âFurthermore, you are a human lord and not a zombie. Not to mention going into the Zombie Sacred Hall, as soon as you enter hell, you will probably be torn into pieces by countless Red-Eyed Zombie Kings.â
At this point, Yang Fusheng stared at Lin Ye with a hint of viciousness.. âUnlessâ¦â