Metaphysics Live Room: The host is the contract husband

[Old Liu has taken an anti-aging drug. Who is hiding this information? Come out now, or I'll find out and kill him.]

Soon someone sent a private message. Wang Dalong pursed his lips into a line, said nothing, and cleared the people around him again.

You will feel more at ease only when you are sure that there are no hidden zombies that may break out.

On the tenth day, the hospital was the first to experience an outbreak. Despite the warnings from previous doomsday posts, some people still believed it and immediately went back to prepare supplies and stay at home without running around.

The supermarkets and shopping malls are so crowded that they are about to burst.

Someone screamed and the crowd started to riot. Soon the security guard came to try to stop them, but was pulled over by the bloody man, who bit his neck madly.

When everyone saw this scene, they fled outside frantically. The police brought people to watch the security guard, who was assimilated into zombies within a few minutes.

After disposing of the pistol, the body was taken away for cremation.

After a few days, as the zombie horde expanded, the original order gradually collapsed, and the government had to send troops to encircle and suppress them, but it was still a bit difficult.

Wang Dalong appeared at this time, bringing countless subordinates with him, and swept directly at the zombie army, throwing machine guns and bombs madly.

After clearing out the zombies, he led his men into the residential area and began to sweep through each floor and room one by one, directly minimizing any possible hidden threats.

The pressure on the army was instantly reduced a lot. Looking at the complicated eyes of those yellow-haired and green-haired people, I felt... complicated, but saving people was the most important thing now.

Su Chen was drawing talismans frantically in the suite, feeling the power of merit constantly pouring in. His guess in his heart was confirmed that this was not a virtual world at all, but a real small world.

If these are NPCs, they will be dead and will not have any power of merit. Only real people can generate power of merit.

Wang Hao was serving tea and water at the side, serving him attentively. He whispered, "Brother, aren't you tired of painting all the time?"

"I'm not tired. These are for the government police."

"Only by uniting all our forces can we resolve this zombie crisis. Only when the thing behind this is killed can this little world be considered safe."

"I understand. Then these NPCs..."

Su Chen shook his head and looked at him seriously: "Haozi, I was wrong. This is not a virtual world, it is a real small world."

"These people are all living people, not NPCs. Because those who are still alive have continuously given me merit, I can be sure that this is not a virtual world."

Wang Hao's eyelids twitched, his eyes widened: "What? The real world, brother, you are not joking, are you?"

"No, so I have to do my best to help them. Right now, Brother Long and the others don't have to worry too much, but the government doesn't have any talisman paper, so the pressure is still a bit great."

"Okay, I'm going to continue drawing the talisman. Don't run out. It's too dangerous outside."

After Su Chen finished drawing a box, he counted on his fingers, squinted his eyes, and said in a deep voice: "Haozi, I'm going out for a while. You come with me."

Wang Hao nodded repeatedly and took the box quickly. "Brother, I'll do the small job of saving the world. You just need to draw the talisman. Don't hurt your hands."

"...Good awareness, let's go."

"Where to go?"

"Rescue!"

After uttering two words, Su Chen activated the teleportation formation. The figures of the two gradually faded and disappeared on the spot. With so much merit power supporting him, his Taoism increased a lot.

*

A dozen special forces soldiers in the processing plant were standing back to back in a small circle, watching the zombies that kept surrounding them and shooting at them with their guns.

"Captain, we are running out of bullets. We can't hold on any longer."

"Hold on, tear open a hole and let's get out!"

Li Yuan said in a deep voice, his eyes full of murderous intent. He didn't expect that there were so many zombies in a processing plant. Damn it, he broke in without thinking carefully.

A black mass of zombies rushed over. After running out of bullets, a dozen people took out knives and started killing them, determined to tear a hole in their bodies even if they died.