Necromancers Are Frantically Stationing Troops In the Apocalypse Chapter 564

Chapter 564: There was a fight inside?

Has been upgraded two levels.

It's starting to get closer to level 18.

"Uncle, no more." Xiao Xiaofei came back.

"Yes." Wu Heng nodded and ordered around, "Clean the battlefield!"

Wow~!

The skeleton behind him took action.

The battlefield began to be cleaned. Evolved zombies and aberrant zombies were dragged over, while ordinary zombies were piled aside.

Putting away the corpse core, the [Dead Skeleton Field] was released, and the skeletons in the entire street stood up.

Join the queue of skeletons behind.

The team moved on.

The battle just now drew away the zombies in the entire area, and the rest of the road became much smoother.

Just some scrapped cars blocking the road.

Need to get out of the car, clean up, and move on.

All the way to the clothing factory where Gao Rong said.

Clothing factories, shoe and hat factories are all gathered here.

Several people walked into the first factory area.

The door opened, and two deformed zombie dogs rushed over.

The big skeleton boxer pinched his neck in mid-air with one hand and died immediately.

The body was thrown aside.

Gao Rong and the other two technicians belatedly exclaimed and took half a step back.

Then he realized that he had been killed.

"Let's go in and take a look." Wu Heng said, taking the lead and walking inside.

The other people followed closely behind.

Together they walked into the factory building inside.

Various equipment stained with filth appeared in front of us.

After confirming that there was no danger in the factory, Wu Heng said: "Gao Rong, take someone here to check the equipment. Let's go over there and have a look. If there is danger, the intercom will call us."

"Okay." Gao Rong nodded.

Take your own people and start checking the equipment.

Wu Heng took Qi Hancai to the warehouse area at the back.

Each warehouse was opened, revealing clothes of different brands inside.

"These will be shipped back and distributed to everyone during the holidays."

"Okay." Qi Hancai took out the walkie-talkie and started loading the convoy.

I stood at the door of the warehouse and waited for a while.

Gao Rong led people back and said, "It looks fine from the outside. We still need to test whether it can operate normally."

Wu Heng frowned and thought for a moment, "Don't worry, let's go check out the other ones."

"good."

Several people went to several other factory areas together.

Checked one by one.

After the inspection was completed, some skeletons were arranged to be left behind.

The rest of the group, climbed into the truck and started back.

On the truck.

Wu Heng reconsidered the matter at the garment factory.

Currently, there are two options.

One is to restore the power supply to that area and all the equipment can be produced in the original factory area.

But the disadvantage is that the later supply of fabrics will be troublesome.

Wu Heng needs to purchase cloth materials from Treasure Island, bring them to this world, and then transport them to the factory.

In the zombie world, the clothes of the survivors are enough for the time being.

The production of clothing is more about selling to people in other worlds and having their own industry and market.

The second option is to move the equipment to Treasure Island, where material transportation and production will be simpler.

The problem is, arranging some skeleton training.

Those devices, it seems, still need to be operated.

"Bring some photovoltaic panels over tomorrow. After the power is turned on, let Gao Rong and the others check the equipment." Wu Heng looked aside.

"Okay, I'll have people prepare tonight and go there tomorrow morning." Qi Hancai replied.

The convoy made its way back to the factory.

The rest of the people went to have dinner, and Wu Heng also returned to the island owner's manor.

The next day, morning.

"Take a look, the second issue of the Gold and Silver Express is on sale. The Kingdom is in a serious situation. The Destiny Sect has been officially designated as a cult organization by the association. The latest serialization of the Great Detective Story." The newspaper seller waved his hand on the stone platform of the flower bed. newspaper.

The shouting instantly attracted the crowd passing by.

"The second issue is out again, so fast!" "What's wrong with the Kingdom of Yeko? Indeed, no caravan from the Kingdom of Yeko has entered the island recently."

"Buy one and let's take a look."

"Not buying."

"Come on, let's get together and take turns watching."

"Yes, let's get it together."

Soon, some people gathered around the newspaper seller.

Some bought it individually, and some people pooled their money together to buy a copy and read the contents.

They are all words anyway, and after one person reads them, they are of little use.

The next person can continue watching.

More people are simply buying.

The newspaper seller also had a smile on his face, and his business finally improved a lot.

Saban held up the newspaper he bought and squeezed out of the crowd awkwardly.

Last night I was a little late after having a hard time with 'Marin', so I woke up a little later than usual.

Also because I came out late, I saw the new issue of the newspaper being sold by the newspaper seller.

The last time I was in the tavern, after reading the first issue of the newspaper, the business in the tavern became much better.

The number of people who came to the tavern to listen to stories every day increased, and his treatment as a bard in the tavern also improved.

This time there is a second issue.

Even if the price is acceptable, even if it is a sky-high price, I will buy one myself.

May change your own destiny.

Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he walked towards a corner.

When he was a child, he was one of the few talented people in the village.

He has a good voice and a good memory. He can remember some content in his mind after watching it once or twice. After switching to the bard, he became proficient in acting and language use, and his performance became even better.

The village pooled money to send him out of the village, hoping for a different future.

But after coming out, I found that it was different from what I imagined.

My own talent has no advantage at all outside.

I took a boat all the way to Treasure Island and found a job in a tavern.

Come and make a living temporarily so as not to starve to death directly.

I found a corner where no one was.

Saban opened the newspaper and read it carefully.

When I read the story, I took out a pen and marked the key parts and dialogue parts on it.

Make it easier for you to speak.

After looking at it carefully twice.

Then he stuffed the newspaper into his arms, stood up and looked in the direction of the Island Lord's Mansion.

"Master Wuheng Island, what happens to me in the future depends on your story."

Close to the pub.

Saban frowned.

It was still morning, so there shouldn't be many people in the tavern.

But looking from a distance, a lot of people gathered at the door, including men, women, old and young, chatting around the door.

"Good morning." Saban saluted everyone politely, "Is there a fight inside?"

"Mr. Saban, we are all waiting for you. Are you late today?" A familiar guest said.

"It's not too late, there's still some time! Wait for me all morning. What's going on?" Saban looked around suspiciously.

Although he is a professional, bards are not good at doing things.

So many people beat themselves up….

May die.

"What else can happen! Didn't the newspaper publish the second issue? Everyone is waiting for you to read the contents." Someone explained.

Saban was instantly relieved.

Just don't come here to hit me.

"Come in quickly, everyone is waiting for you."

Someone pushed him from behind, staggered, pushed open the door of the tavern and rushed in.

The light was dim, but Saban's eyes froze for a moment.

The tavern was full of people, and there was no empty seat.

"Let's do it, Mr. Saban!"

Saban took a deep breath.

After releasing [Good Speech], [Heroic Spirit] and [Loud Voice] to myself, I strode onto the wooden platform.

He coughed lightly, signaling for the audience to be quiet.

He glanced at the seats filled with drinkers and the eyes coming in from the window outside.

With a smile on his face, he said: "Everyone, today's newspaper has begun..."

(End of chapter)

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