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

At this moment, Ah Gang was gesturing incoherently in front of the zombie dealer.

"I've told you so many times! I don't sell miner's pickaxes!"

"Even at headquarters!"

"Forget about it! This equipment can only be obtained by registering with the Zombie Council!"

The zombie dealers were as irritable as ever.

Ah Gang's head was hanging low at that moment, and he looked quite dejected.

"Uh~"

Chen Yang stepped forward and gently patted the big guy.

When A-Gang saw Chen Yang, his eyes lit up.

He couldn't find Chen Yang after the attack last night.

Ah Gang thought his newly acquired clever little brother had disappeared again, and he was depressed for a long time because of it.

Now that Chen Yang had reappeared in front of him, he was overjoyed and immediately forgot his disappointment at not being able to buy a miner's pickaxe.

Two heavy slaps landed on Chen Yang's back, and A Gang expressed his joy very frankly.

Chen Yang stumbled from the slaps; the two slaps nearly broke him apart.

hiss--

Was this guy a cow before he became a zombie?

A light slap almost killed me...

Chen Yang rubbed his sore shoulders and turned to look at the price board on the stall.

His purpose in coming here was to purchase equipment and supplies.

[Roadblock] Price: 1 silver coins

[Pole Vault] Price: 2 Silver Coins

[Iron Bucket] Price: 3 Silver Coins

[Iron Plate Door] Price: 1 Gold Coins

[Blast Shield] Price: 3 Gold Coins

[Knife] Price: 5 silver coins

[Hammer] Price: 1 Gold 5 Silver

[Newspaper] Price: 1 gold coin

The basic equipment is all here, with a wider variety and lower prices than in the competitive arena.

However, Chen Yang did not find the words "Z-type zombie serum" on the wooden board.

Does this mean they don't sell zombie serum?

It costs 10 gold coins to buy in the virtual space. I only have 16 gold coins and 5 silver coins right now. If I buy the serum, I won't be able to purchase any other equipment.

Chen Yang frowned and stood there thinking.

Seeing Chen Yang staring blankly at the product list, Ah Gang, who was standing to the side, was somewhat puzzled.

This kid isn't buying anything, what's he standing here staring at?

Could it be that they can't afford it?

Wait a minute, the offensive yesterday exceeded expectations, so this kid should have received his post-battle bonus of three silver coins.

Wait, I understand.

Then, as if he had suddenly realized something, his eyes lit up.

They definitely don't like it!

Zombies who can come up with special uses for miner's pickaxes look down on these ordinary pieces of equipment!

Ah Gang was certain of his guess.

He planned to help his underlings and establish his authority as the boss.

"Uh-huh!"

Ah Gang gave two short shouts, beckoned to the zombie dealer, and gave a thumbs-up.

"A premium price list?"

"You think you can afford it?"

"Or can you afford this ordinary zombie?"

The zombie dealer sat on the wooden crate, looking disdainful, and made no move.

Clearly, he didn't take Ah Gang's words to heart.

Seeing that the zombie dealers were ignoring him, Ah Gang became somewhat angry.

If you won't sell me your pickaxe, then forget it.

This is in front of my newly recruited underling.

This guy is ignoring me?

You look down on me, don't you?!

"Boom!"

There was a loud bang.

Birds flew in unison in the forest.

"what are you doing!"

The zombie dealer was so frightened that he jumped off the wooden crate and watched warily as Ah Gang slowly withdrew his hammer.

What's gotten into this guy today?

He used to be able to get no reaction to a few words of criticism, but this time he started smashing things at the slightest disagreement.

"Uh-huh!"

Ah Gang is making the same hand gesture as before.

"I'll show you, I'll show you!"

The zombie dealer quickly pulled a wooden plank from the bottom of the box.

This time he didn't dare to say anything more.

He didn't expect that Ah Gang would act so out of character and start smashing things.

Moreover, he, a zombie dealer, had no power to stop Ah Gang, a level two zombie.

This stall was the culmination of his hard work, and he was really afraid that A-Gang would smash it again.

Another plank was pushed onto the shelf.

Chen Yang was somewhat surprised.

He hadn't expected the vendor to have hidden merchandise.

What he never expected was that, by sheer coincidence, it was Ah Gang who provided him with this opportunity.

He turned his gaze to the new planks.

[Z-type Zombie Serum] Price: 2 Gold Coins

[Y-type Zombie Serum] Price: 8 Gold Coins

[Giant Cross] (One item in stock) Price: 5 Gold Coins

[Russage Helmet] (Sold Out) Price: 50 Gold Coins

[Plant-Based Soothing Water] Price: 10 Gold Coins

Each of the five items was incredibly expensive.

The football helmet that sold out was the one Rand wore last night.

"Have you seen enough?! If you've seen enough, I'm going to..."

"Ugh!"

The zombie dealer's words were interrupted by Ah Gang's roar, and he could only mutter to himself in a sinister tone.

"Damn it, a bunch of poor zombies, keep dreaming... How many zombies can afford the stuff on this wooden board? You might as well bring it back and use it to prop up my table."

Indeed, the prices of these goods are simply unbelievable for ordinary zombies.

The cheapest Z-type serum alone is enough to buy six iron drums.

Moreover, zombies don't have the concept of saving money; they always spend as much as they have.

But Chen Yang is no ordinary zombie; he is currently carrying a large sum of money.

"Uh~"

He called out softly, then took a bulging little bag from his pocket and gently placed it on the table.

A crisp clinking sound came from inside the bag, exceptionally clear in the silent forest.

The zombie dealer pricked up his ears and instinctively turned his head, his gaze burning as he stared at the small bag.

The sound quality is amazing!

The quality is amazing!

It only fires when coins collide!

And there are quite a lot of them!

As a seasoned businessman, he was unusually sensitive to the voice of money.

But he found it hard to believe.

How could he have so many gold coins...?

Could it be that this ordinary zombie... can actually afford these things?

Chen Yang slowly loosened the bag, and with a gentle flick of his fingers, gold coins slid out of the bag like water, clattering and rolling on the table.

Sixteen gold coins, lined up in a row, gleamed brightly before the zombie dealer.

money!

It's all money!

The dazzling gold seemed to revive his stagnant heartbeat.

A glint of light flashed in the zombie dealer's eyes.

He immediately put on a fawning smile, bent down and leaned closer, asking with a beaming smile, "Distinguished guest, what would you like to buy? Please feel free to take your pick and look around!"

Ah Gang, who was standing to the side, was also somewhat stunned.

He always adhered to the principle of spending money as soon as he had it, and never saw more than two gold coins at the same time.

I originally thought my new underling was just an ordinary zombie, but I never expected him to be a zombie tycoon!

Chen Yang ultimately chose three things: a bottle of Z-type zombie serum, a bottle of Y-type zombie serum, and the giant cross.

The zombie dealer's smile grew even wider, and he immediately began excitedly rummaging through the box beneath him.

A moment later, he carefully took out two bottles of reagents and placed them on the table.

The Z-type zombie serum was contained in a transparent test tube; the deep purple liquid flowed slowly, shimmering with an eerie glow.

The other vial of Y-type zombie serum was bright red, and the liquid was exceptionally thick, resembling still-warm blood.

Next, the zombie dealer found a thin card with a huge white cross printed on it.

The card looked light and delicate, but when the zombie dealer solemnly placed it in front of Chen Yang, it exuded a strange sense of weight.

The zombie dealer pushed the three items in front of Chen Yang and explained with a smile.

"This cross is stored in a portable card for easy carrying. You only need to think about it and the weapon can be released immediately, without worrying about transportation or size issues."

After hearing this, Chen Yang's concerns disappeared.

He had been worried about how to bring the giant cross back to the courtyard.

This card solved the problem.

He carefully put away the cards and two bottles of serum, then exchanged the remaining money for five iron buckets, and left the forest amidst A-Gang's doubts and the zombie dealer's delight.