"Hmph, it's scary to be ignorant. I am a zombie in hell who was lucky enough to enter the Zombie Temple and obtain the forgiveness contract from the Zombie God."
Yang Fusheng said proudly.
Zombie Temple? Pardon Contract?
Lin Ye's eyes flashed slightly.
So, the hell system is dominated by zombie gods?
There is also a pardon deed.
It's a contract scroll to get rid of zombies. It should be something similar to a shared contract.
But this guy is still a zombie, and obviously there are other external conditions that have not been met.
"Who is Zombie God? Where is his temple? Have you seen it with your own eyes?"
Thinking of this, Lin Ye asked again.
"The Zombie God is..."
Click!
The words haven't been spoken yet.
The next moment, a bolt of blood-colored lightning descended from the sky and instantly penetrated the bunker hall. Yang Fusheng's entire body was torn to pieces.
His whole body turned into a charcoal color, and the MP4 in his hand was smoking and was immediately scrapped.
"Ahhhh!!!"
Yang Fusheng screamed and wailed, "My art, damn it, I didn't say anything!!!"
"..."
Lin Ye was speechless. He was about to be struck to death by lightning. He was still feeling sorry for MP4. Why didn't I kill you with a cannon?
He shook his head, his mind possessed Lin Er.
"How much blood have been collected?"
"Two hundred and fifty boxes!" Lin Er said truthfully.
Two hundred and five...this number is really auspicious.
Lin Ye complained, but in detail, a box of 20 liters, 5,000 liters.
It was five times more than what Yang Tianyou needed.
"So fast?"
Lin Ye was surprised, "Didn't you tell them that each person is limited to 100 milliliters a day?"
Nowadays, most of them have gone to the No. 2 bunker and guarded in the directions of southeast, northwest, and there is no reason to go so fast.
"I told you, but some of them cut their wrists directly, cutting the arteries, and the blood flow continued. When the priests used divine healing and life light rain, most of them donated blood that exceeded the limit by 2-5 times."
Lin Er smiled bitterly, fearing that Lin Ye would misunderstand him as unprofessional, and quickly said: "But don't worry, lord, no matter how much they donated, I only gave 100 ml of money, and absolutely did not waste a penny of the territory's funds."
"Next time, find a professional phlebotomy and change the time. It should be once every three days. Otherwise, nutrition will not be able to keep up, and it will not work for a tired soldier."
Lin Ye shook his head. He really didn't expect the people of the other world to be so honest and not imitate the human lords.
After all, there are more than 200 die-hard fans, but only one-fifth of them donate blood.
Obviously, most people look down upon this reward.
That's right, within the territory, even if a human lord becomes a farmer, his efficiency is several times that of ordinary farmers.
Earning merit points is much faster than people from other worlds, so it is natural to be disdainful.
At this moment, Yang Fusheng's screams continued to be heard in his ears, and Lin Ye said: "Have someone send me a box of blood. I can use it, so hurry up!"
"Well, okay." Lin Er nodded.
After cutting off contact, immediately ask two low-level soldiers to carry a bucket of water filled with blood and rush to the bunker.
After a while, the forestry side received the goods.
He kicked Yang Fusheng's foot and squinted: "Stop humming. This is 20 liters of blood. Drinking it should be enough to restore you to your original state."
"Smells, smells so good!"
Yang Fusheng sniffed and looked at the blood in the big box. His eyes widened and his breathing became rapid.
But soon, as if he thought of something, he shook his head crazily, "Take it away quickly, take it away quickly, I can't help it anymore!"
"You're crazy. If you don't drink, you will die!" Lin Ye was speechless.
It doesn't matter if you're dead, how can I get information from Yang Tianyou on other zombie kings if you're dead?
Saying that, he threw it directly into the blood box without any hesitation from Yang Fusheng.
"Ah, Lin Ye, you damned me!" Yang Fusheng screamed strangely.
"Gududu————"
The small canine teeth emerge and the green eyes appear.
Yang Fusheng couldn't bear it anymore and drank heavily. The charcoal wounds on his body instantly recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"This resilience is so abnormal!"
Forestry looks envious.
He doesn't have this ability now. Once he is injured, he will either have to rely on a priest or crazily consume healing elixirs.
If there is a chance, I must get an invincible golden body or something like that.
Let's see if you can practice to the best level and have the ability to regenerate flesh and blood like the Zombie King.
On the other side, the blood in the water tank dropped rapidly, and in the end, it actually turned into two streaks of blood-colored fluid, which quickly penetrated into two small canine teeth.
"Hiccup~~~"
When the blood bottomed out, Yang Fusheng burped. His skin shed off the burnt dead skin and regrown a layer of pale skin, recovering as before.
Moreover, the breath actually improved slightly.
"Hey, that's good. This can increase your strength." Lin Ye clicked his tongue.
"It smells so good!" Yang Fusheng burped again.
Immediately afterwards, his eyes widened and he said angrily: "Fuck, I drank blood? Lin Ye, your uncle! I was tricked to death by you!!!"
"Why are you pretending? Zombies don't drink blood. How can they eat plants and vegetables?"
Lin Ye glanced at him sideways, "I'm kind enough to save you, but I'm so ungrateful that I can forget it and scold me. If I do it next time, I'll kill you."
"What do you know!"
Yang Fu was so angry that he almost cried. He clenched his fists and said angrily: "I, I can't drink!"
"What do you mean?" Seeing that this guy seemed really angry, Lin Ye frowned.
"I got a pardon contract, but the content of the contract was that humans were coming, and I needed to endure for one year without drinking human blood. But it was only the fourth day after this shit came, and I broke the precept. Oh my God, my miracle is gone!!!"
Yang Fu was so angry that he lay in the blood box and struggled for his life.
"If it's gone, it's gone. If I ask for a pardon contract in the future, it will be over." Lin Ye said nonchalantly.
"You know what the heck, that's a miracle, do you know a miracle? Last season, I was the only one to get one of the billions and billions of zombies. Do you know how low the probability of this is? Just put it there and talk nonsense!
"
"Lin, you ruined my chance to become a human, I will fight with you!"
Yang Fusheng had a ferocious face, smashed the blood box with one punch, and rushed towards Lin Ye madly.
Ding-ding-ding-ding————
A fierce fight broke out in the bunker hall.
It has to be said that this green-eyed little zombie is very powerful and is considered the top level among the fourth-level zombies.
When it explodes, its attack power and speed can reach the level of a fifth-level powerhouse at the ordinary level.
There are also those weird and unpredictable mental attacks that are hard to guard against.
It's a pity that he met Tian Ke's forestry.
After understanding the invincible heart, he can be immune to mental attacks below level 1-5, directly killing Yang Fusheng's strongest method.
Ten seconds later, Lin Ye suppressed the little zombie with a backhand.
The strength gap between level 4 and level 5 is a complete chasm on the forestry side.
If you hit him beyond the level, the success rate is almost zero.
"So, getting the contract depends on luck!" Lin Ye stepped on Yang Fusheng with a glint in his eyes.
When it comes to luck, he's good at it.
According to the current momentum, luck can continue to explode, and the same goes for luck.
If you have a chance in the future, go to hell to play and draw him a pardon contract, which will reward you with a hundred times the reward.
In this case, at least 100 zombie kings can be reversed.
From now on, this will be the bargaining chip in negotiations. Anyone who doesn't want to become a zombie king can be bribed.
The more I thought about it, the more I figured it out, and Lin Ye laughed happily.
Opposite him, Yang Fusheng glanced at Lin Ye, wondering what he was thinking.
He sneered: "It depends on luck, but you, don't even think about it."
"Why?" Forestry wondered.
"Haha, Zombie Temple, Zombie Temple, as the name suggests, this is the temple of our zombies."
"Even if it's a zombie, not any zombie can go there."
"What's more, you, a human lord who is not a zombie, will be torn into pieces by countless red-eyed zombie kings as soon as you enter hell, let alone go to the Zombie Temple."
Speaking of this, Yang Fusheng stared at Lin Ye with a hint of revenge, "Unless..."