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The location was far away from residential areas, and the prison guards were equipped with guns and bullets.

Perhaps, the prison even had its own power supply system and never lost electricity.

Thinking this way, a place like this really seemed like a great choice.

“Are you planning to go there?”

Li Yahong nodded, “Mhm, we were, we’re still considering it now.”

Wu Heng definitely wouldn’t seek out any survivor camps himself, it’d just make him uncomfortable to go there.

However, he did hope to have some living people on his side.

To help accomplish tasks that skeletons couldn’t do, or bring a breath of life. Wu Heng didn’t say much more, continuing to lead his army forward.

When they passed areas with serious car accidents, he let the three-meter-tall ‘Big Guy’ zombie move the damaged vehicles, allowing the three-wheeled vehicle to continue on its way.

Along the way, they saw a sign for a gas station up ahead.

Wu Heng said to Xiao Xiao perched on his shoulder, “Xiao Xiao, go check if there’s any danger at the gas station, especially inside the buildings.”

“Okay, sure!” Xiao Xiao floated in the air and quickly flew off into the distance. Not long after, Xiao Xiao flew back from afar.

She said, “There are some zombies, nothing weird.”

“I want to see for myself.” Wu Heng still felt uneasy and decided to take a look himself.

Xiao Xiao huffed and dove into his body.

In his mind, the conditions of the gas station appeared.

There were two private cars parked near the fuel pumps, few zombies roaming aimlessly about the open area, and no trace of zombies inside the station.

There were less zombies here than he had imagined.

He let Xiao Xiao come back out and ordered to move forward.

The team slowly approached the gas station, and skeleton warriors went up and toppled all the zombies to the ground.

Wu Heng made a round inside the gas station, inspecting the surroundings. The gas station had six fuel pumps in total, four for gasoline, two for diesel The two sedans each occupied one fuel pump, and their drivers had obviously turned into zombies, killed outright by the Skeleton.

Wu Heng approached the fuel pumps and saw that they were completely non-functional – even if he tried using them, no fuel would come out.

“How should we get the fuel out?”

Li Yahong replied, “We need to dredge it up from the oil well under the station.” She then picked up a crowbar from the vehicle’s bucket, pried open a well cover on a concrete platform, and a strong odor immediately gushed out.

Wearing a mask, she took out an extra-long scoop she’d welded together from reinforcement bars and a tin can and dipped it in.

She scooped up a large spoonful of gasoline and carefully poured it into a barrel next to her.

Oh, wow…

If you don’t know this method, you really wouldn’t know how to get gasoline from a gas station!

Li Yahong began scooping up gasoline, little by little.

She worked slowly.

WU Heng went into the station next to her to see if there was anything worth looting.

On the counter, he saw sausages and boiled food, but they were all moldy and furry.

The rest of the shelves were completely empty, probably because survivors had been here before.

There was nothing worth looting, so he returned outside.

He instructed the skeletons to help Li Yahong continue scooping up gasoline.

They had already filled up the first barrel, so they brought over a second one and continued filling it.

They kept working until the afternoon when they finally felt like they’d gotten enough.

“That’s about it.” Li Yahong stood up and resealed the oil well.

The skeleton warriors worked together to put the barrels of gasoline back onto the tricycle.

The vehicle started to tilt to one side.

Having no choice, Wu Heng could only have several skeletons push the tricycle forward towards the residential area.

This much gasoline should be enough for Li Yahong and her group for a while. When they got back near the housing estate, they dropped Li Yahong back at the auto repair shop.

Wu Heng himself also returned to the residential building.

He sent the skeletons back to the rooftop to train, while he himself headed to Black Stone Town.

Black Market.

Wu Heng and Basen, clad in hefty cloaks, ascended to the second floor.

After showing their emblems, they were led to a private room.

A middle-aged man with a goat beard followed them in, holding a flat wooden box in his hands.

“Sir, this is the item you commissioned.”

He placed the wooden box on the table and slid it toward them.

Wu Heng opened the box, revealing a very old book inside.

[Dead Bones Battlefield]

(Description: Within a maximum range of 60 feet of the spellcaster, it infuses deceased creatures’ bones or bodies with tainted fake life forces, summoning them as undead creatures (Bone Manipulation Skill subject, turn into skeletons, control corpses subject, transform into zombies). It releases up to 80% of the caster’s spiritual power to ensure the spirit doesn’t exhaust.)

Upon seeing the Skill Book and its description, Wu Heng’s heart instantly filled with joy.

Finally, it arrived.

The Snake Badge Consortium’s efficiency is better than that of the association.

“Sir, for the procurement and transportation costs, you’ll still need to pay the remaining 72 silver coins.” The middle-aged man said with a smile.

It’s obvious that the client was very satisfied with this commission.

“Basen, money.” Wu Heng said.

Basen took out a money bag and handed it directly to the man.

The man poured out the silver coins and counted the amount.

“Do you need any more assistance, sir?”

Not at the moment.” Wu Heng got up and went outside.

The middle-aged man followed behind him, escorted him to the staircase, and waved goodbye.

Wu Heng entered the crowd at the first floor and started to stroll around the stalls.

The black market was still buzzing, selling all kinds of strange items.

Many of the items were parts of various monstrous beasts or wild animals.

One could only think that if Alchemy wasn’t so advanced, everyone in this world would have been wiped out a long time ago.

After making a round, Wu Heng found it odd that the black robed man who sold him the Corpse-Wrap and Organ Jar was not at his booth.

Sold out? Or changed location?

He wanted to continue to look for good stuff to buy, but he couldn’t find any booth that seemed like his.

After roaming for a while without finding anything useful, he returned to Black Stone Town with Basen.

Upon returning to his residence, he closed the door tightly.

He took out the Skill Book and started to read.

Zombie World.

West of the second hospital.

The night was gloom, a foul smell tainted the cool breeze.

A dense swarm of footsteps was gradually approaching, horrific roars echoing through the night sky.

On top of the commercial building.

Four survivors were leaning by the windows, their faces filled with terror as they looked at the zombies below.

The streets where their gazes swept were filled with encircling crowds of corpses.

Damn it, why are there so many zombies gathering? What the hell is going on?” A middle-aged man cursed, swallowing his saliva nervously.

“Are they, are they migrating?” Another one said.

“Zombies wouldn’t know about migration, unless something is guiding them.”

Just as the words fell, another person said, “That one in the back. Isn’t that the Big Head Zombie from the radio broadcast? The Mutated Zombie that can command ordinary zombies.”

Everyone looked toward the distance, and saw a large-headed zombie slowly advancing under the escort of a horde of zombies.

“Indeed.” Someone swallowed his saliva. Suddenly realizing, he said, “It’s the Big Head Zombie that escaped from the second hospital mentioned in the radio broadcast. It’s heading towards the second hospital.”

The remaining people also widened their eyes, looking terrified at the scene below.

At this moment, the Big Head Zombie in the distance suddenly lifted its head and roars at the commercial building.

The horde of corpses started to boil, becoming tumultuous.

Then, they madly rushed toward the building ahead.

The faces of the four survivors changed dramatically.

“Cao, we need to run..”