Necromancers Are Frantically Stationing Troops In The Apocalypse
/ Necromancers Are Frantically Stationing Troops In the Apocalypse Chapter 570
Chapter 570: Why do you mention him every day? (Today's update, I didn't make it up.)
Zombie World, conference room.
The white owl flew half a circle around the room.
Qi Hancai, whose vision was shared, opened his mouth with disbelief on his face, "I can see the owl's perspective, I see myself, this..., have I awakened a new power?"
Wu Heng sat aside, looking at Qi Hancai who exclaimed from time to time, and said with a smile: "This is the benefit of using a professional scroll. You can also understand that the scroll helps you awaken your abilities. If you practice diligently in the future, you will be able to Other abilities emerge.”
Qi Hancai still looked surprised.
But I also understood what Wu Heng meant.
This is not the ability she awakened, but the ability provided to her by using the professional scroll last time.
There is no need to take any corpse cores or potions, just tear open a scroll and you will have new abilities!
The corpse core can also be explained as changing genes, but this scroll tearing is too exaggerated.
Moreover, according to Wu Heng, as long as he trains diligently, he can awaken new abilities in the future.
Still sustainable.
He glanced at Wu Heng quietly.
I was glad in my heart that I had indeed chosen the right person.
The little owl fell into her arms, and Qi Hancai held it carefully, "So, this little guy is mine?"
Contract established.
Tamed animals also have a dependence on their masters.
The little owl now behaves very close to Qi Hancai, unlike the initial huddle.
"It's yours, give it a name!" Wu Heng said.
Qi Hancai held the small owl, looked at it carefully, and said: "It's in vain, let's call it Tangyuan from now on!"
"It sounds pretty good."
Qi Hancai smiled, "Thank you!"
"Why are you so polite?" Wu Heng smiled.
Qi Hancai held the little owl and looked at it carefully, with a face full of love.
Wu Heng glanced at the time and then said, "Have someone prepare a car. I'm going to the clothing factory."
"Are you going by yourself? I'll drive you there." Qi Hancai said.
"No, I'll ask the skeleton to drive over and take a look and come back. It won't take long." Wu Heng said directly.
Qi Hancai didn't say much, picked up the walkie-talkie and started giving instructions.
Then the two walked out of the conference room and stood at the door waiting for two or three minutes.
A truck drove up.
After changing the driver, Wu Heng got into the car with the skeleton attendant and drove directly out of the factory.
Go to the clothing factory.
Cleaning was carried out around the garment factory.
All snow and debris were cleared away.
Wu Heng walked into the factory with the skeletons. There were many arranged skeletons gathered inside.
Two artificers were responsible for comparing drawings and recording equipment, and the remaining skeletons were ordinary skeletons learning to use equipment.
Walked around the factory.
Let the electrician skeleton cut off the power, and Wu Heng passed through the factory door and opened the boundary door.
Entering the realm gate, headed to the island owner's manor.
After leaving the manor, he went to the factory built on Treasure Island.
Open the gate again and connect the factories of the two worlds.
"Move the equipment in, be careful not to damage it." Wu Heng ordered.
The skeleton, which had been prepared for a long time, began to take action.
Move all the packed equipment into the boundary gate.
Wu Heng considered the establishment of the factory for two days before choosing another world.
Here, Wuheng can purchase cloth raw materials for production.
If the factory is still set up in the zombie world, the purchased materials need to be sent to the zombie world through the gate.
If the number of factories continues to increase in the future, Wu Heng may not have to do anything.
Give all kinds of materials to the two worlds every day.
It's more convenient here.
Moving the equipment is considered the most laborious. Once settled, purchasing materials and selling finished products will become easier.
The skeletons were busy for a while, and the clothing factory in the zombie world was completely moved.
Wu Heng asked the skeleton magician to assemble it, and the electrician skeleton was responsible for connecting the lines.
He returned to Treasure Island.
After all, he can't be of much help after the gate is closed.
Return to the island owner's manor.
Minnie helped him take off his coat and said softly: "Master, there is news from Sister Shanara. You can go and have a look later."
"When did you come?" Wu Heng asked.
"It was the morning when I saw it, so the time should be about the same." Minnie hung her coat aside and said in estimation.
Wu Heng nodded, "I'll go upstairs and have a look."
"Would you like to prepare some lunch for you?"
"I'm not very hungry yet. Let's eat together in the evening."
"Okay." Minnie smiled.
Wu Heng walked upstairs and entered the radio station's room.
I looked at the record books one by one, and only the record of 'Shanara' had a small paragraph of text.
"I have arrived at the coastal port and am preparing the ship to go back."
Wu Heng raised his eyebrows.
Picked up the phone and said, "Shanela, can you hear me?"
Shanara's slightly lazy voice came from the opposite side, "Here you are, why are you talking?"
Wu Heng smiled unconsciously, "I went out this morning. As you know, I, the island owner, am quite busy and I have an island to worry about."
"Show off!" Shanara said with a smile, and then said: "Tonight's boat, I will go back then."
"Why do you still have time? Where is your own ship?"
"I don't have my own ship anymore. I'm just an honorary president and don't have so many privileges. I will follow the Star Flower's ship to Treasure Island and go there with it." Shanara said.
It seems that after losing real power.
All the individual ships were taken back.
Wu Heng said: "When you go back, I will give you a new one, which is better than theirs."
"It's useless for me to ask for a boat. There will be less opportunities to go out in the future."
"You can't be inferior to what others have."
Shanara's smile became even brighter, "I didn't realize it, but you are quite caring."
Wu Heng changed his tone and said, "I'll ask Philippa to pick you up."
"No, it's too long. If I want to wait for her, I'll have to stay for several days." Shanara refused softly.
Wu Heng took out the jade sand tray and looked at it.
There are no suspicious ships on the various routes in the Emerald Sea.
Encountering pirates is unlikely.
However, the recent incidents involving the dragon hawking team, the vampire fleet, and the cult all happened in the Emerald Sea.
They are also unstable factors.
Who knows which force's back-up came to look for someone and become a pirate by the way?
After thinking for a while, he still said: "Let's do this. I'll ask Philippa to pick you up halfway and **** you then, or I can change the ship and come back."
Shanara did not refuse this time, "Seeing that you are quite sincere, I agree."
"Okay, watch out for ships then."
"Yeah." Shanara changed her words and asked in a leisurely tone: "Do you miss me?"
"Think about it."
"What do you think? Let me hear it."
Forehead….
Wu Heng hesitated for a moment, then lowered his voice and said: "I always dream about you in my dreams, the kind of dreams that are difficult to express."
"I hate it, that's all I'm talking about." Shannella squeaked, and then whispered, "Just wait until I get back."
"Then do you miss me?"
Shanara's tone was very soft, "I thought about it! I didn't want to, why can I go back in such a hurry!"
"What are you missing about me? Tell me."
The other person's tone paused.
His tone changed, "How do you feel? I didn't learn from you."
"Why do you ask me if it's okay? If I ask you, you'll learn bad things." "How old am I? You're just a kid."
The two chatted for a while.
Shanara wanted to go out to buy some necessities for the ship, so she hung up the phone.
Wu Heng went downstairs and chatted with several maids.
Waiting for dusk, Anderweil came back from outside.
Several people ate together in the restaurant.
Then return to your room to rest.
Last night, it was windy and rainy.
This is what happens to small islands in the sea. Wind and rain suddenly come quickly and densely.
By the time dawn breaks, the entire Treasure Island is shrouded in moisture, jade beads are hung on the branches, and raindrops are slowly dripping from the eaves.
Gradually, there were more and more pedestrians on the road and it started to become lively.
On the road, the newspaper seller was riding a weird two-wheeled vehicle, dragging a huge package behind him.
Stopped at several busy sections.
He opened the backpack in the back seat of the car and held the newspaper in his hand high.
"The third issue of the Gold and Silver Express. Netale City is experiencing civil unrest, the port is blocked, and fireworks are rising into the sky. The latest decisions of the association headquarters, come and take a look..."
Wow~!
At the same time as the hawking sound sounded, a large number of people rushed towards this side.
Residential area.
"What are you doing in a hurry?"
"The third issue is on sale. Go to the tavern and get a good seat."
"Then hurry up. I heard that someone got a good seat last time and sold it for 1 silver coin."
"Then stop talking and leave!"
Golden Sail Tavern.
Nowadays, the tavern is no longer what it used to be. Customers no longer come only at night, but are attended by customers all day long.
There are many people in the tavern listening to stories, and even more people outside who are telling stories for free.
As soon as Boss Zhan walked out of the door, he saw many people rushing towards him.
First I was shocked.
Then, I guessed that a new newspaper was on sale.
He asked the bartender to add more tables and chairs, and at the same time shouted: "Is Saban not here yet? Go out to greet him personally and tell him that a new newspaper has been distributed."
"Okay!" A bartender rushed out of the door and rushed in the direction Saban came from.
After walking a few steps, he saw the bard Saban walking over quickly, holding a newspaper in one hand and a scone in the other.
"Mr. Saban, the boss asked me to tell you that the third issue of the newspaper is on sale."
Saban raised the newspaper in his hand and said, "I bought it, let's go."
The two squeezed through the crowd and strode into the tavern.
Several states bless themselves.
Saban's chest is much higher, and it feels good to be noticed.
"Good morning everyone, I will tell you about the information in the newspaper first, and then we will read a detective story."
Black Crow's Nest Tavern.
Bard, reader's plot in detective stories.
"What does that mean? Gregson said contemptuously."
"This means that the person who wrote the letter wanted to write a woman's name, that is Rachel, but for some reason, he did not finish it. I can guarantee that when the facts of the case come to light, there will definitely be a woman named 'Rachel' The woman is related to this case.”
Nautilus Tavern.
The bard stood on the stage, playing two roles.
"Then how did you judge the height of one of them? Is it also your inference? Or a guess."
The bard turned to the other side again, playing the role of detective Wu Heng, with a confident expression on his face, and replied, "It's very simple. You can infer a person's height from the size of his steps. This does not require any complicated calculations... Most people are... When writing on the wall, I instinctively write above the eye level, but the words on the wall inside the house are exactly three feet away from the ground. This is such a coincidence, and it is like a child's play. "
"Then how do you deduce his age?"
"If a man can cross two and a half feet effortlessly, he is definitely not an old man..."
"Where are the fingernails and the cheroot?"
"The writing on the wall was written by a person with his index finger dipped in blood. With the help of a magnifying glass, I found that some of the wall paint was scraped off while writing, indicating that the person's nails were not trimmed. ... I am not boasting, no matter what brand it is. Hallucinogenic grass blades, I can tell them apart at a glance.”
The bard kept talking above.
Everyone below listened silently.
Some people were puzzled and said, "The old man's explanation is wrong. Professionals' abilities have improved, and the difference in age and body is not that big. An 18th-level boxer has endless strength and will not look old even if he is 100 years old."
"You are sick. At the time of the story, Wu Heng had not yet changed his profession. He must be investigating ordinary people. Level 18 professionals use you to investigate. It is okay to kill people directly."
"Shh, keep listening."
And at the counter location.
Philippa tilted her chin, listening to the minstrel's speech, and reading the newspaper.
"Wu Heng is really awesome. I really have good vision."
Golden Sail Tavern.
Saban's tone suddenly froze on stage.
He bowed to everyone first, and then said: "The subsequent story will be serialized in the next issue."
Then he added, "Everyone, the newspaper serialization ends here and has nothing to do with the tavern."
The audience was quiet for two seconds, then suddenly became noisy.
"Damn it, it's a critical moment again."
"I just entered the state, are you going to end it now?"
"When will the fourth issue be released? I feel so sad..."
Association, Deacon's Study.
Shi Yali frowned and asked: "Does he really judge a person's age by the size of his steps? This is a bit far-fetched. At least the professional characteristics should be distinguished."
Sheila Gui closed the newspaper and replied: "He said that there are no professionals where he lives, and all his energy is devoted to weapons called machine guns."
Then he added, "You should also know about the pirate attack on Treasure Island. He deduced the fake death of the leader of the Old Barrel Tavern and the matter of the 'Occam' Pirate King."
Shi Yali raised her eyebrows.
Xila Gui smiled, "The deacon at the time was Imiro. The whole incident was sorted out and deduced by Wu Heng. I feel that it would not be difficult for him to catch an ordinary prisoner."
"If you say that, it should have something to do with the environment in which he lives." Shi Yali said, and then hissed, "You are quite protective of him."
"I'm just saying some things for myself to judge." Sheila Gui's eyes were not false at all, and she asked, "Why do you mention him every day recently?"
Wu Heng was lying on the deck chair in the courtyard.
Annette squeezed her shoulders, Robert thumped his legs, and Minnie picked up the fruit and put it in her mouth.
Wu Heng opened the panel, and the reputation on it kept increasing.
[Level: Level 18 (134567/305000)]
[Fame: Level 18 (29171/48000)]
Three issues of the newspaper raised the reputation to 29,000.
In the next two days, it is estimated that the number will almost reach 30,000.
But problems also began to arise.
The rise in this third period does not seem to be as strong as in the second period. I wonder if it will be slower in the future.
And this is just level 18, and there is still level 19 of fame behind it.
In other words, it is obviously unrealistic to rely solely on Treasure Island to achieve hero status.
The scope of transmission also needs to be enlarged.
It turns out that the great detective story is quite popular.
Even if some of the details are slightly different from this world, the story is the story, and no one will take it too seriously.
If it is popular on Treasure Island, the effect should not be bad if it is placed outside.
Want to distribute...
Newspapers are having some trouble!
By the time the ship delivers the newspaper, the news and intelligence on it will be out of date.
Instead, we can wait until all the stories are serialized, bound into cost-effective books, and distributed to various places.
(End of chapter)
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