After the first night of this dream world passed, when the newcomers spent the night in two rooms in a simple small hotel, they woke up the next day and found that all this was not just a dream. The ten newcomers were mixed with joy, pain, regret and indifferent, but all this could only be silently digested and swallowed in their hearts. All the rest was confusion about the future and their desire for survival.

Among the ten newcomers, they quickly determined what to do, and first fixed their prey on zombies hidden in various parts of the city. According to Sara, who knows the plot development, these zombies in this city can be said to be the most common, almost everywhere. In the TV plot of Death Valley, zombies are also the most common undead creatures. These zombies are very similar to zombies. As long as they are bitten by them, you will become one of them. But these zombies are also the easiest monsters to eliminate. After all, according to Sara, these zombies are similar to zombies in Resident Evil. They can be killed by just blowing their heads, which is not a big trouble. Compared with werewolfs and vampires are much more troublesome.

Of course, the reason for choosing to kill these zombies is that they can find some money from these zombies. The ten newcomers smiled bitterly and looked at a pile of coins from various colors and countries in front of them. Their money was no longer enough to stay for one night. If they had no source of income, they might have to sleep in the streets or find a bridge to spend one night.

This kind of action is very dangerous. After all, in this city, the night is the world of vampires, and they may not know how to die if they are sucked away. So raising enough money in one day has become their top priority. It is really a penny that stumps the heroes.

Although all ten people were dispatched, considering that three of them were very worried about combat effectiveness, they were inevitably dragged down when they were in action. Not only these women, but also the otaku Matsumoto, the otaku among men, was a burden. His physical strength was not as good as Salami, the little loli. He was panting after walking less than a few kilometers, which made Fransky almost beat him up. This guy was really embarrassing to a man. Could it be that all the post-90s generations have changed their jobs to otaku?

The ten newcomers didn't know how to find the zombie. They only knew that the zombie might be easier in places with many corpses, so they had to look for a cemetery in this city. But they didn't know whether they were lucky or bad, or that there were too many zombies in this city. Before they could go far, they encountered a zombie, broke a leg and fell on the side of the garbage dump, and stretched out its rotten palm to passers-by. Perhaps for this zombie, the most painful thing was that big pieces of fresh meat in front of them could only be seen but could not be eaten. Tang Nan volunteered very kindly and volunteered to come forward and said that he would take the first kill.

Others also wanted to see if this zombie was really unable to be beaten to death, or if they were not very mentally accepting this unnatural product appeared in front of them, and directly agreed to Tang Nan's request. However, when Tang Nan held a wooden stick and beat the zombie to death, Tang Nan suddenly dropped the wooden stick in his hand and ran aside, covering his nose and vomited. Although it was easy to kill zombies, he discovered this smell when he really started. This blood four

The scene of splashing, the feeling of the stick in his hand hitting the zombie. The real feeling, not to mention that Tang Nan even Fransky, who had seen blood after hitting the black fist, could not help but frown. However, Tang Nan's next action made others admire him. Tang Nan, who had vomited two times, held back the surging in his stomach, picked up the wooden stick before Fransky took action, and then closed his eyes and burst out the half-dead zombie with all his strength.

This scene was not only the other newcomers, but also the passers-by were shocked by Tang Nan's madness. Although it was not illegal to kill zombies, in order to prevent danger, many people notify the UTF police to deal with it instead of doing it themselves.

When Tang Nan solved the zombie, the others seemed to be infected by his actions. At least this confirmed that zombies were not very scary, and they could be solved by just taking the lead. Humans are a kind of creature with strong crowds. When Tang Nan took the lead in making this almost terrifying move, the fear of these zombies, vampires and other undead creatures in their hearts was also eliminated, and what was brought about was the desire to complete the task and return to the real space.

Zhang Jun silently looked at the scene where the newcomers on the ground were constantly searching for zombies and killed them. Zhang Jun’s eyes were filled with his skills. There was no difference between this distance and seeing the opposite side. He smiled. It seemed that humans had quite strong adaptability. The newcomers’ abilities were not bad. It was worth wasting a lot of time to find zombies from various places. Use Mengyuanli to guide them to these newcomers. This group of newcomers seemed to be able to grow up soon, so there was no need to spend time to re-cultivate a group of basic personnel again.

With a wave of his hands, a blue photoelectric field disappeared. This was the last time he used Meng Yuanli to lead zombies from all over the world to destroy them. When these zombies were destroyed, they could only rely on their own. Flowers that could survive the rainstorm could not be cultivated in the greenhouse. The best way is to select truly qualified members based on natural selection and become their own subordinates.

After Zhang Jun released Meng Yuanli, he sat cross-legged on the rooftop of this tall building. There was no one here to disturb him. It was just right for Zhang Jun to practice martial arts. The most important thing now is to condense his own skills and open up the last innate bridge and achieve the innate realm. Only in this way can he enter the C-level bronze level realm. Only then can he truly try to solve his own hidden dangers, refine the demonic energy in his body for himself, and truly get rid of these time bombs. Zhang Jun gradually sank his mind into his body. The internal forces of the Bing Xin Jue and the Golden Bell Cover are cold and hot, one entrenched on his forehead and the other wandered around his whole body, slowly increasing the intensity of each internal force, and constantly purifying his own internal force to move towards a higher realm.

On the newcomer side, when Zhang Jun fell into cultivation, they seemed to have encountered problems. The zombies that appeared from time to time along the way had been eliminated by them. Every time the main god in his mind had never met, he also gave a hint of getting Meng Yuanli. This is why everyone was scrambling to kill these zombies. The little loli Salami also tried to kill a zombie. However, the body development of the Western girl about fifteen or sixteen years old was very mature. Tang Nan could see from the salivating eyes of Matsumoto, who was beside him.

This dead house must have become cute with this little loli, especially when the little loli was smashed with a half-person-high iron wrench, the dead house turned red, as if it was extremely high, "Sure enough, the bloody loli is the best in the curiosity!" The dead house's self-talk instantly made him a typical example in everyone's minds.

"It's not possible to do this!" When the sun was shining, Fransky said to the others drinking soda. The money for drinking soda was still left by Sarah from the accommodation. Although everyone was more or less stained with a little rotten zombie blood, they had been looking for zombies all morning and they didn't care about so much in the heat wave. Just drinking a glass of ice water had made them feel relaxed.

"The efficiency is too low. Those zombie-like things are fine. If it were a vampire or werewolf, it would be impossible to go up and fight with them with sticks!" Fransky drank a big gulp of Coke. He came from northern Russia. He said that he had no idea about cold resistance. Even rolling shirtlessly in the heavy snow is fine, but in Los Angeles this summer, hey! I can only say that he had almost had heatstroke.

"Actually, it is impossible for us to complete the task at this rate!" said Simon, a big-bellied and bald Frenchman. "I am a civil servant in reality. As far as I know, our powers don't even think about completing the task within seven days. Zombies are fine, but vampires and werewolfs, according to Sarah, are similar to humans. Many werewolfs are the same as ordinary humans. Do we have to knock on the door one by one and ask if they are werewolfs?"

"Then what good will you do?" German Marcus pulled his suit away, revealing the white shirt with red dots dyed by the blood of zombies. He asked impatiently. He was a white-collar worker in the real world and was not dissatisfied with it. But he signed a ghost contract that didn't know where he came from and came to this place. It was really a ghost.

"In my opinion, we should get the weapons first, and then it is best to have a good relationship with the police. We can borrow the relationship between the police. As long as we know where zombies are, places where vampires and werewolves often appear, it is enough. If it really doesn't work, we can also call out the werewolf and vampire information recorded in the past from the police station, and it will be easier to deal with it." Simon sat aside with a panting belly and said confidently.

"How to borrow? Don't forget, we are still black households! If the police know about it, we must be arrested for a while." Canada's Carson refused immediately. Simon's idea was very good, but some places were really unrealistic. Carson couldn't think of any other way to get the police to cooperate with him besides holding a gun.

"Maybe...... we can complete this task easily." At this moment, Hiokazu Matsumoto, who had always been seen as hopeless, suddenly spoke. This time, it attracted everyone's attention and didn't care about anything. Everyone looked at this thin otaku.

"Hehe! It's very troublesome to find zombies, vampires, and werewolfs, but is it still difficult for ordinary people to find them?" The otaku turned black into a black-bellied male pig's feet in the anime, and his body emitted a black aura that was visible to the naked eye. Hearing his words, even the others felt a bad feeling, as if what he said next would be very terrifying.

As expected, the otaku Matsumoto just held his chin with his hands to cover the corners of his mouth, posing in a standard black-bellied man with black glasses, and then said: "Since zombies, vampires and werewolfs can be contagious, we might as well turn ordinary people into zombies, vampires and werewolfs, and then kill them. In this way, we only need to catch a zombie, a vampires and werewolfs, and then catch some ordinary people everywhere to complete the entire task. It is much more convenient than looking for werewolf vampires everywhere."

"What!?"

"This is impossible!"

"You're just murder?..."

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After hearing this, everyone suddenly became indignant. Especially in the eyes of most Westerners who value human rights, Matsumoto's attention is undoubtedly no different from murder. In the eyes of the Western powers that have always taken human rights defenders as their responsibility, Matsumoto was immediately attacked into the racial discriminatory and anti-human classes. In their eyes, although these vampires and werewolves have human wisdom, they are just aliens in the final analysis. If they kill them, they will not have much psychological burden. But if they directly complete the task by killing people, they will find it difficult to accept it. In fact, have they thought about what is the difference between the so-called vampires and werewolves and humans besides their different living habits?

Tang Nan looked weird. In fact, he had thought of this method just now, but because of the conscience in his heart, he did not say it out. After all, he was not the kind of killer who regarded life as grass, nor was he accustomed to seeing dead people after returning from the battlefield, nor was he a gangster who was used to chopping people. He was just a second-rate university student in the real world. Although he had read the book "Infinite Horror" and had imagined himself countless times to come to this main god space. As the protagonist, he used the advantage of foresight to become the protagonist, the main god space, and then picked up girls and established three thousand **, but in fact, he never thought about what he would feel if he really wanted to pick up an axe and kill an ordinary person.

But looking at Matsumoto, who had been criticized by everyone in front of him, almost completely exploded, he could only persuade: "Everyone stops. Matsumoto's method is for our own good. Although we are not in a hurry now and still have time to find a way to complete the task, if we really can't complete the task and can't find so many vampires and werewolfs, the main god will erase us."

When this said, when it comes to erasure, everyone calmed down. The trace of the human rights guardian's mind developed in the real world was suddenly poured into a cool heart by a basin of cold water. In the face of personal life and death, the principle developed in the real world is so vulnerable.

"What should we do? Are we going to be a murderer?" Wilson, a water meter worker from England, looked at the silent others and asked.

"Then... we might as well take Matsumoto's suggestion as a filing. If we really can't complete the task in the end, we will use this plan. And now, I think it's urgent for us to find some guns to arm ourselves." Tang Nan suggested.

When the others heard this, they could only nodded. They took out the money they searched for from the zombies and added some jewelry and other things. If they sold it, they should be able to buy some pistols to defend themselves. As for whether to rob or kill vampires in the future, let's talk about it then.

But it seemed that the goddess of luck discovered them, the gangsters who lifted her skirt, and tragically kicked them into the arms of the God of the Tea Table. They had already killed more than a dozen zombies, but they were no longer afraid of zombies. As soon as they entered the gun shop, they rushed out from behind the counter in the shop, and suddenly rushed towards Wilson and Fransky who were frightened by this scene. Fransky was quick-witted. Years of underground black fist experience gave him a strong body and excellent combat instinct. Subconsciously kicked the zombies in front of him away, while Wilson was not so strong, and could only turn around and escape. However, before he turned around, a thrust suddenly came from behind, which made him unable to help but pounce on the arms of the zombies with half of his skin.

"Save me...ah!...save...life..." The zombie instantly bit his face, and his skin fell down, which made his teeth appear, and could cut into Wilson's skin deeper.

"Ah!!!..." Wilson screamed in pain, pushing the zombies in his arms with his hands and feet, but how could the zombie's power be easily countered? He could only be gnawed half of his face, and like the zombie in front of him, he became a monster with half of his face.

Bang! Just as the zombie was about to take a sip, the zombie's head suddenly exploded like a watermelon, and bones and rotten brains splashed away, turning the entire gun shop into a slaughterhouse. The nauseating smell and Wilson's howling even more stimulated them. Marcus, holding a large-caliber spear, gasped in a big breath.

"Ahhh!" The zombie with a scar on her head was kicked aside by Fransky, and stumbled and rushed towards Marcus again. After the gunshots, the zombie suddenly became a corpse on the ground.

"Save...Save...Save...Save me..." Wilson's face was bleeding, and Sarah burst into tears and found a clean cotton cloth covering half of his face that had been gnawed off.

"Save him quickly, think of a way, find the police.....Call the hospital and call an ambulance, hurry up! Oh! God!" Sara said incoherently, his hands were covered with blood, all of which were flowing from Wilson.

"Sarah! He is no longer helpful, let me give him some fun!" Marcus pointed the pistol at Wilson and said regretfully.

"No! He should have some help, as long as we take him... Wilson? Wilson..." Before Sarah finished speaking, Wilson, who had lost half of his face, and even his eyes were almost bitten off, had lost consciousness and became the first person to sacrifice.
Chapter completed!