Chapter 6-1 Ants marching into the bookshelf (click)
After killing the enchanting zombie girl with one blow, Zhuang Wuming finally took a breath. The mental impact of this corpse girl was really terrifying and he couldn't resist it at all.
Each time, he would definitely have a splitting headache, and even cause a temporary drop in his attributes. He had to rely entirely on his will to endure it, and the severe pain in his body to keep him awake.
I looked at my attribute board, and my willpower showed 0.6 (1). In the mental shock just now, it dropped directly to 0.4.
If this mental shock were not related to the consumption of willpower, his result would be 100% death.
"Huhu"
Breathing heavily and enduring the pain in his head, Zhuang Wuming looked at his attribute board. 20 evolution points appeared on it, and he frowned: "Income and effort are not proportional."
"This Charming Corpse Girl is only at the Sin level, but it's even more difficult to deal with than the Sin Butcher."
"It's all because of skills."
"It's a pity that this enchantress corpse girl seems to have no skills."
He walked over and stabbed the charming corpse girl with the tip of his knife. Nothing happened. Zhuang Wuming felt regretful.
He spent most of his physical strength and willpower and did not dare to stay outside. The dream world at night was too weird and he might encounter danger at any time.
Quickly retreating to the basement, Zhuang Wuming began to cook the only food he could.
A portion of cold white meat and a bottle of mineral water quickly restored his full strength, and his wounds stopped bleeding and scabbed under his strong constitution.
Sitting on the ground, Zhuang Wuming's face turned pale and his head felt dizzy. This was due to blood loss. Although his physical strength had recovered, the faint feeling of weakness still lingered around him, and his willpower had not recovered.
Looking at his attribute board, Zhuang Wuming thought to himself: "Now my left arm and shoulder are injured. They need to be treated and recovered as soon as possible, otherwise it will have a huge impact on their combat power."
After thinking about it, he chose to spend evolution points to improve his physical attributes.
20 evolution points can improve attributes by 0.1.
A faint warm current rushed into the body, and Zhuang Wuming felt an itching sensation emanating from the inside out of his body. This feeling was very strong, as if countless ants were biting into his bones.
After enduring the physical discomfort, it took Zhuang Wuming a while to recover. Then he immediately felt that after breaking through 1 point of physical attributes, his self-healing ability seemed to have been greatly improved.
There was itching from the wound on the arm. This was the itching caused by the muscles healing rapidly. Generally, a wound of ten centimeters like this on the arm must be sutured and even requires medication. It will take two or three days for the scab to actually form.
Now this seemingly scary wound has completely scabbed over and new flesh has begun to grow.
After heaving a sigh of relief, Zhuang Wuming secretly said: "It's really dangerous here. It seems like it's best to rest here and stop moving around until the injury is healed."
Time passed slowly, and he stayed in the basement for the entire second day. Perhaps it was the influence of the Sinful Butcher. This was its territory, and no monsters came. At most, there were some weird rats with red eyes.
These rats would bite the hanging corpses, but they did not dare to approach Zhuang Wuming.
One day later, Zhuang Wuming felt that most of the wounds on his left arm and shoulder had healed, just like the wounds that had lasted seven or eight days, and no longer affected his activities.
He breathed a sigh of relief: "This physical attribute is really powerful. If this kind of wound were on an ordinary person, it would take at least seven or eight days to recover to this level."
It was already the morning of the third day. Zhuang Wuming got up early, made a meal, ate and drank, and began to rest quietly. He hoped that what was recorded in the diary was correct.
Then he can leave this world today, and he will be safe for the time being. If he is prepared next time, he will have a lot more choices.
Just when he had rested for less than half an hour, a huge vibration came from the floor, causing his expression to change.
Without hesitation, he quickly arrived at the first floor of Renren Mall and saw an astonishing scene through the broken curtain wall.
Countless monsters are passing by outside, of various types, and the most familiar one is naturally the Night Stalker.
Monsters with pig heads and human bodies, monsters that look like mummies wrapped in countless bandages, zombies that jump up and down in the clothes of Qing Dynasty officials, monsters with the upper body of a human and the lower body of a horse, there are dozens of different kinds.
Seeing this torrent of monsters, Zhuang Wuming immediately noticed something was wrong, because they seemed to be running for their lives, without any fight between them, and there seemed to be something terrible chasing them behind.
Zhuang Wuming secretly thought something bad and immediately looked behind them from the other side of the shopping mall. A gust of cold air rose directly from his feet to his head.
The dense black tide, which was composed of countless ants the size of a human head, even reached a height of three meters.
From time to time, this wave knocked down the monsters that were lagging behind, and disappeared into it. The attribute board in front of Zhuang Wuming kept changing.
Seeing this simple data, Zhuang Wuming's expression changed. All the data on these gluttonous black ants were very simple, but there were too many of them.
"With this kind of quantity, it doesn't matter what their attributes are. It's like a march of African ants, unstoppable."
Without any hesitation, Zhuang Wuming turned around and rushed outside, in the same direction as those monsters escaped.
In a few long steps, Zhuang Wuming had already rushed out of Renren Mall, holding his butcher's blade in his hand and wandering around the edge of the monster colony.
This world is unfamiliar to others, and only by following these monsters can we know which direction is safe.
But in order to avoid being attacked, he could only follow the monsters at the edge, and could leave the group at any time.
Zhuang Wuming, whose speed is 1, is considered a medium speed among this group of monsters, and can easily follow the group.
The army of gluttonous black ants behind him was in hot pursuit, and had already swallowed up many lagging monsters.
Zhuang Wuming saw many night demons in the team at this time, and a trace of thought suddenly appeared in his eyes.
"This is a good time to harvest evolution points."
A cold light flashed in his eyes. He had dealt with night demons before and knew that they were weak and the most suitable monsters to attack.
The body slowed down slightly and quietly approached a night demon. The opponent was running wildly at this time. He did not expect that any living thing would attack it and was completely defenseless.
The target entered the attack range, a cold light appeared in Zhuang Wuming's eyes, the sword flashed, and the sad butcher's blade brought out a faint light and shadow.
tear apart
The Night Demon next to him had his head separated from his body, and he could no longer die.
The night demon who fell to the ground was instantly overwhelmed by countless monsters. The monsters around him seemed to be aware of it, but did not react. They just moved away from Zhuang Wuming.
Zhuang Wuming smiled in his heart: "Sure enough, these monsters don't care about me at all now, they are all running for their lives."