I told you to plant peas, and you summon Mordekaiser?

Just as Rex's spikes pierced the unsuspecting zombie, the zombie let out a piercing scream, sounding as if it were in immense pain.

Chen Yang couldn't help but shrink back when he saw this.

It suddenly clutched its injured area, its body convulsing violently, its legs kicking wildly in an attempt to steady itself.

However, before the zombies could react, Rek'Sai's spikes rapidly retracted, and void energy gathered in the air.

The next instant, the skill [Wild Bite] was activated.

Its spikes suddenly grew larger, gleaming with a dark purple light, and it lunged at the zombie like a thirsty giant snake.

The spike pierced the zombie's chest in an instant.

Kill with one blow.

The zombie didn't even have time to reach out and grab the metal door next to it before it was dead.

Its body rapidly withered and cracked, finally turning into a lingering shadow of void energy with a tearing sound, dissipating with the wind as if it had never existed.

The iron gate on the ground lay there all alone, completely useless.

Rek'Sai's spikes retracted, and the void energy gradually dissipated, leaving only broken soil and a faint black mist that had not yet dissipated in the air.

"Clean and efficient, leaving no loose ends, Rex, you're amazing."

Chen Yang praised in a low voice.

The Void Burrowing Spike also shook its spikes and disappeared into the ground.

Stepping forward, Chen Yang picked up the item that the zombie had dropped on the ground after it died.

Previously, due to the distance and the dim lighting inside the forest, Chen Yang had not been able to see clearly.

Only now did Chen Yang realize that what the zombie was holding in its hand was not anything else, but two silver coins!

What do zombies use silver coins for?

Could it be that they also have consumption needs?

But these questions are destined to remain unanswered.

The loud noise of the zombies dying had already stirred up Chen Yang in the forest.

Don't stay here for long.

Chen Yang stuffed the two silver coins into his pocket and looked at the iron gate on the ground.

After much deliberation, he decided to take the iron gate with him, just in case he needed it someday.

Chen Yang dragged the iron gate and crept out of the forest.

......

Lava Nut was a little curious.

He witnessed firsthand the new companion that could move freely, and watched his master walk into the forest opposite with the earth spikes.

What are they going to do?

Oo?

I don't understand.

But soon, he saw Chen Yang emerge from the forest, dragging a half-person-high iron gate in his hand.

"Here, you can use this thing first; it might come in handy."

As Chen Yang spoke, he tossed the metal door to the nuts.

Lava Nut blinked as it looked at the iron plate door in its hand.

what is this?

Toy?

OO?

Chen Yang didn't explain anything; throughout the forest, he maintained a state of high tension.

Now back in the courtyard, Chen Yang just wanted to get some rest.

......

......

The next day arrived in the blink of an eye. During the day, everything was as usual, and Chen Yang continued to carry out his plan to explore the forest.

Deepest part of the forest.

A zombie agglomeration.

The once silent air suddenly became distorted, and a strange spatial fluctuation emanated from the dense shadows of the trees.

The entire space was trembling slightly.

A moment later, a crack shimmering with silver light appeared out of thin air, gradually widening to form a portal.

The surrounding trees seemed to be pushed outward by an invisible force, emitting a low, mournful cry.

As the energy of the portal stabilized, a figure slowly emerged from it.

"Sigh...when will this ever end..."

What emerged was a zombie with bluish-gray skin!

However, this zombie is quite different from ordinary zombies; its appearance is significantly different.

It is taller and larger than a regular zombie, with unusually developed muscles.

But the strangest thing is that he was wearing a sharp suit, had a briefcase tucked under his arm, and had clear eyes, clearly possessing an intelligence level far exceeding that of ordinary zombies.

"The regional performance is going to fall short of expectations again this quarter..."

"Why am I so unlucky... I always get assigned to the most difficult areas..."

"The bonuses from Region 32 are almost equivalent to several quarters of my salary..."

"The Zombie King's Council will be coming to inspect next month..."

"I just finished a meeting, and now I have to be on the front lines supervising the work..."

"My job as a regional manager is less comfortable than that of a regular zombie..."

Zombie Rand was full of complaints.

After painstakingly consuming so much brainpower, finally awakening wisdom, only to immediately become a regional manager and live a life of constant worry.

Rand fantasized countless times that it would be better to go back to the beginning and live a carefree life as an ordinary zombie.

The offensive performance of the area he was in charge of had dropped to the worst level, and he was being lectured every day by those toothless old zombies with hardly any hair on their heads.

"Little Rand, you're still young. You've just become an intelligent zombie. You have a long road ahead of you. Doing more won't hurt..."

"If you don't do it, plenty of zombies will..."

The mere thought of those few sets of talking points made Rand's teeth ache.

"Hungry~"

Several ordinary zombies looked at Rand, curious about what this area manager was doing, stomping his feet and gritting his teeth.

Although they are simple-minded, they still have basic discernment.

"Go do what you're supposed to do, and upgrade your gear!"

"How many brains have I actually eaten over the years? Think about whether I've even tried!"

Rand unleashed a barrage of attacks on the ordinary zombies around him.

The zombies scratched their heads, seemingly understanding but not quite, unable to comprehend what Rand was saying.

"Forget it, it's like casting pearls before swine..."

Rand turned and walked towards the center of the open space.

The zombies' hideout is located in a clearing deep in the forest.

In the center of the gathering place was an open-air sales area, enclosed by a simple wooden fence, with various items haphazardly placed on the ground, resembling a strange black market.

The stalls in the sales area offer a wide variety of goods, most of which are defensive tools commonly used by zombies.

The defensive barricades, rusty iron barrels, and dilapidated iron doors were piled together, covered with dried mud and decaying leaves, looking like spoils dug out of the ruins.

The long pole vaulting pole leaned casually against the fence, with several conspicuous cracks on its surface, clearly indicating that it had been used for quite some time.

In the very center, in a prominent position, a rugby uniform sat quietly.

Behind the stall, a thin zombie sat cross-legged on a stone slab, holding a cloth bag full of coins in his hand, his eyes gleaming with greed.