I became a big shot in the quick transmigration world.

Chapter 662 The Zombie Nation in the Apocalypse (40 chapters)
Luo Ji curled his lip, revealing a disdainful expression, and said with disgust.

"Why would I turn into a hungry eagle? He's ugly and old. Besides, if I were to transform, I wouldn't turn into one of these Four Heavenly Kings. I'd just turn into the Rebellious Empress and tear this base down."

Yu Muhuai raised an eyebrow, revealing a somewhat malicious smile, "Hehe, that's not what I meant, I just think the clothes of the Hungry Eagle suit you better."

"what?"

"Because there's a very big sculpture on it."

"."

Loki was stunned for a while before he realized what was happening after translating the words into a specific language.

She's making dirty jokes.

It's exactly the same as before.

Luo Ji wanted to cover his face and sigh helplessly, but realized that this action was not in line with Hong She's character, so he could only awkwardly light a cigarette.

After tilting his head back slightly and slowly exhaling a puff of smoke, Luo Ji turned his head to look at Yu Muhuai and said quietly.

"I know I'm good enough, I don't usually show off like this."

"puff"

After the host's opening remarks, the banquet began.

The upstairs was brightly lit, and the people were dressed smartly and adorned with jewels, with fair complexions and radiant skin.

If you just look at the people upstairs, you'll have the illusion that this place and the apocalypse outside are two different worlds.

They had no worries about food or clothing, ate delicacies every day, and enjoyed singing and dancing all the time, remaining dazzlingly radiant. Life seemed perfectly normal, as if they hadn't been affected by the zombies at all.

Regardless of the era or dynasty, we are always among the world's top elite.

—Life motto from this group of people.

The same is true.

People outside are trying every means to escape from the zombies, fighting each other for a little food, and going months without being able to take a bath.

This group of people, however, possesses a fortified fortress and lives in their own secure world.

These top elites are the main source of customers for the Night Owl Base.

Besides plundering resources from all over the world, the Night Owl also maintains contact with these clients and does business with them.

Through the apocalypse, the resources and wealth that Night Owl earned were more abundant than he had ever imagined before.

This is a classic example of making a fortune in the end times.

The people at Night Owl Base are definitely among the least willing to let the world return to normal.

Let's make the world a little crazier!

The toys that appeared in the first show and "performed" with the zombies were the few people who usually made a lot of noise at the Snow Wolf Base; they were all former subordinates of Gu Jun.

The first match is the simplest and most straightforward competition: [Humans vs. Zombies, 5v5].

Each time, five people will appear, and the choice of which weapon each person will use is decided by a bidding process among the onlookers.

The successful bidder can choose any option.

Some people chose very normal things, such as guns, knives, and sticks.

Some people just find it fun, such as using knives and forks, chairs, clothes hangers, etc.

Some people are clearly trying to torture people, such as with napkins or steaks that pose no threat, or with cabinets or sofas that are impossible to move.

However, whatever it is, the outcome is predetermined.

Even if humans manage to kill a zombie in this round, more zombies will quickly join in.

This is a game with no way out.

There is only one fate for the living.

It's death.

The only difference is the process of dying.

Soon, the zombie with an iron chain around its neck was driven into the arena and faced the five humans.

Their weapons this time were fairly standard: a baseball bat, a dinner fork, a jump rope, a 3kg barbell, and sofa cushions.

Some of them went weak in the knees when they saw the zombies up close. Even though they were carrying relatively normal tools, they were no match for them. Soon, the five of them met their end amidst piercing screams and cries.

The number of zombies on the field increased from five to ten.

However, one of the zombies had its waist and abdomen almost completely bitten off, with its ribs and cervical vertebrae clearly visible.

A zombie's neck was bitten off, and its head fell off.

Another body had only its thigh bones remaining.

Next is the second round.

After ten rounds, the next stage began.

This round is played by two people together.

The two people stood on either side.

Not far from them were two groups of zombies. The zombies were also bound by chains and had a fixed range of movement.

The two people are playing rock-paper-scissors, and the loser takes a step back.

Let's see who retreats into the zombie horde first.

When one person is devoured, a new person takes their place.

The person who won by luck in the previous round remains in the same position, even if they are just one step away from being in the zombie's arms.

Even with virtually no hope of escape, the humans thrown into the arena still desperately try to win and delay their retreat as much as possible.

In the next segment, five people came out again.

Each person corresponds to one zombie.

The host asked a question, and five people rushed to answer.

The person who answers correctly gets a chance to use a knife to cut off any part of the corresponding zombie's body (except the head).

After ten questions, each person will be locked up with their corresponding zombie.

If you can cut off the zombie's hands or legs, your chances of escaping will greatly increase.

Therefore, everyone basically gave it their all and tried their best to answer the questions.

However, at least half of the questions were extremely tricky.

For example, "How many kilometers per second does the speed of light actually travel?"

Someone answered quickly, "30 kilometers!"

The host chuckled, "Sorry, you answered incorrectly. It's 299792458 meters per second."

Sitting next to Luo Ji, Yu Muhuai couldn't help but complain.

"I mean, is it that strict? Then you might as well be accurate to ten decimal places."

Do you know the ten decimal places?

Yu Muhuai shook his head, "How could I possibly know!"

"Then you're finished. You'll die if you go."

"Heh, there's no way I could possibly be down there."

Luo Ji glanced at Yu Muhuai sideways, "If it weren't for me, you would have been dragged out long ago and become the performance items tonight."

Yu Muhuai shrugged. "You're right, but I'm sorry, before you showed up, I had no intention of coming at all."

"If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have brought that bunch of stubborn, big-headed idiots from the army to take this risk."

Luo Ji raised an eyebrow, pointing to himself with the cigarette between his fingers. "You trust me that much to put yourselves in such a dangerous situation?"

Yu Muhuai picked up a piece of fruit from the table. "Of course, you are the God of Ghosts. If I don't trust you, who else can I trust?"

After finishing his sentence, Yu Muhuai began to eat fruit bite by bite, watching the grand performance in the square below with great interest.

As proud as Luo Ji was, he was indeed pleased with such an answer.

But he always remembered that he couldn't break his persona, so he could only try his best to keep a straight face, but the smile in his eyes was impossible to hide.

First updateヽ(▽)ノ



(End of this chapter)