Four hundred flashes in succession, and the already small grave was completely filled with figures.

"This is Lord Lord. I am the Indigenous Farmer No. 1. On behalf of all the Indigenous Farmers, we are willing to swear allegiance to the Lord that as long as you can provide us with accommodation and food, we are willing to swear allegiance to death."

On the way to forestry, an elderly indigenous man walked out of the figure.

His accent was very strange, and he was clearly not any language that Forestry knew, but he could hear clearly.

At the same time, he received the system task again.

"Congratulations to the host for obtaining allegiance from indigenous farmers. Please build tents, fishing grounds, hunting grounds, and farms as soon as possible to provide farmers' loyalty."

"How to build, you can find the drawings in the bunker!"

"Tip: If the wishes of the indigenous farmers are not met for more than three days, the farmers will betray and flee back to the underground world."

Looking at the earnest eyes of the indigenous farmers, Lin Ye patted his chest and promised: "Don't worry, I'll go find the drawings now and satisfy your wishes as soon as possible!"

After saying that, he directed ten indigenous farmers to transport the remaining zombie corpses, and ten went to detect a radius of kilometers, looking for treasure chests in the wild and surrounding environment.

The gunfire just now attracted nearby zombies, and the surroundings were safe for the time being. With their help, they could save a lot of time.

The remaining 380 people stayed in the cemetery and were on standby.

And he himself walked into the bunker directly.
Chapter completed!