Doomsday: I'm in Kimchi Country, Professional Necromancer

The flesh and blood piled up on the ground exudes a strong bloody smell.

There were bursts of retching and nausea from the crowd.

Soon, everything fell silent.

Han Mu, who was standing on the high platform, found that there was something wrong with the eyes of the group of survivors looking at him.

There is no fear and fear, and even the eyes of rejection are few.

Most of the survivors, with glowing eyes, adored them in a frenzy.

As if the present is not a hateful intruder, but an idol to be worshipped.

"I know him! He is the undead summoner on the Internet!"

"The hero who single-handedly brought down the city of Bu, the greatest tyrant in history! Lord Han Mu!"

"This, this, this is the worst man in history, and he is indeed very imposing!"

"This kind of momentum makes people even their legs go soft!"

"I heard that in his base, everyone can have enough to eat, if he can rule "12th", it's like a dream, pinch me, I'm not dreaming.

The frantic discussion sounded, causing Han Mu, who could understand the language of cherry blossoms, to pull out the three rooms and one hall with his embarrassed toes.

Worst man ever?

The most powerful tyrant in history?

What the hell is this Nima?

He almost didn't pull out the chops that gave him these two nicknames.

These days, I saw something wrong by watching anime, right? How did you come up with the title of the second middle school?

However, considering that this is not the first time such a thing has been done these days.

Han Mu could only be silent.

This is like in a table tennis match, a player from one's own country is hanged by a player from the Dragon Kingdom.

These small days do not feel sad and lost, and even push the Dragon Country players to the altar and seal the title of the Great Demon King.

In their words, it is not that we are too weak, but that the opponent is too strong.

The strongest has surpassed human beings, but God!

All kinds of compliments and flattery, the people who listened went straight to the top, and they were more enthusiastic than the people of Longguo.

"Master Han Mu! Please let me follow you!"

"Bag Ya Lu! Go away, bastard, I'm the only one who wants to follow!" 1

"Lord Han Mu, I am your most loyal follower and fan!

Before Han Mu said a few words, a group of young people were pushing each other and almost got into a fight.

One by one, they are vying to be Han Mu's first loyal dog.

That eagerly sought after attitude made Han Mu feel a little weird.

If it weren't for a circle of skeleton soldiers blocking it.

Those fanatical little days, it is estimated that they will kneel and slide over to hug his thigh.

Looking at this group of little days that seem to be brainless fans.

Han Mu's face gradually became weird.

After all, his current identity is a foreign invader.

"Want to follow me?"

Han Mu rubbed his chin. Although it felt weird, he thought about the ancestral skills of recognizing his father.

There seems to be nothing unacceptable.

During the Tang Dynasty, they treated the Tang people as their ancestors.

When the lighthouse country rose, another father continued to serve.

These lowly things have the blood of obedience and rebellion flowing in their bones.

Flattery to the strong, whether it is beating or scolding, will be flattering with a smile on his face.

Even if they let them kill their parents, they are happy.

More loyal than the most caring dog in the world.

However, once the owner is weak, the dog's back bone will grow wildly.

Bare his fangs at his former master.

"The inferiority in the bones can only be cleaned up by death.

But, I have to say, if there is absolute strength.

These little days are the best and most obedient dog.

They will not resist, and can endure no matter how humiliated and difficult life is.

Even if a knife is held in the chest, they will only wag their tails and beg their masters to forgive their sins.

No matter from which point of view, this is a group of slaves that are both obedient and easy to use.

Let him kill them all, to be honest, Han Mu is really reluctant to start.

So, let's keep it as a slave first, give it a bite to eat, and work hard.

Even if you die, you have to devote the last of your strength to moving bricks and building.

Capitalists will cry when they see it.

This is Han Mu's attitude.

In the small days of Sakura Country, it can be used, but it cannot be reused.

To be a hawk dog is enough to be a confidant.

No matter how loyal you are.

Otherwise, if the master is weak and the servant is strong, it will definitely backfire on its master.

"If you want to be completely tamed, you have to go through at least three generations of enslavement."1

With a domineering trend, he enslaves and educates day and night, instilling fear into his bones and forming an instinct.

It was as if a person saw a sharp knife stabbing towards him, and even if he knew that it was not stabbing him, he would subconsciously avoid it.

And he wants to tame these people into a group of eagle dogs who only know loyalty.

When I see him and his descendants, I will feel the fear in my bones... 0

If one generation fails, then there are two generations, and if two generations fail, then three generations.

After three generations, even a wolf has become an obedient dog.

If there is still a back bone, it can only show that the dog is hopeless.

clan!

"Who among you has management experience?

Han Mu glanced at the crowd below.

It is impossible for him to manage so many people by himself.

With this time, he has beaten down the Jingdong base a hundred times.

Using Sakura people to manage Sakura people and create class antagonisms, this set of Han Mu has already played with perfection.

"My lord, I am fortunate to have been a member of a certain party, and I still have some experience in management.

A middle-aged man with golden glasses and a slightly honest appearance walked out.

With a flattering smile on his face.

A big licking dog just like it was.

"Then, these people will be arranged by you, clean up the surrounding garbage, and find a place that can accommodate everyone to build a camp." 1

"At least it has to be able to accommodate a million people.

"I choose what kind of talent I want, and if there is any difficulty, tell me, I don't care what the process is, I just want the result.

Han Mu walked to the front and looked down at the man.

There was indifference in his voice.

"I gave you the right, if things don't go well, you will end up with those zombies.

Han Mu's tone was flat, but the meaning inside and outside the words made the man sweat 5.0 coldly.

He was hesitant to say what he wanted to say, but under the gaze of those cold eyes, he finally didn't dare to say it.

Intuition told him that if he refused this errand, he might not even be able to see the moon tonight.

After Han Mu explained the matter, he sent him away like garbage.

As for the name, he could read it directly with a single thought.

Murakami Qiuzheng, a simple and common name that is as popular as passers-by.

As for whether this guy can do what he ordered, Han Mu is not worried at all.

Although this village is speculative, it still has the ability.

It doesn't matter if you don't do well.

He lacks everything except talent.

When he cleans up this urban area, what kind of talent will not be found.

Even if a dog is placed in the position of the person in charge, the base can be managed in an orderly manner.

He doesn't need trash.