Doomsday: I'm in Kimchi Country, Professional Necromancer

The sky is dim.

The dense plague gathered into a dark cloud.

Human head, lion body, scorpion tail, bat wings.

Hundreds of fear-spreading giant beasts stretched their wings and flew low.

"Clean up this area."

Han Mu whispered.

The giant beasts scattered all over the sky, and flew everywhere with a piece of plague cloud.

The fourth-level undead is the predator at the top of the food chain in this area.

If it is not too few, conquering the world is enough.

The safety of the sea and the sky has come to an end for the time being.

Han Mu suddenly found that he seemed to be in a state of doing nothing.

There is no need for him to intervene in the two-line battlefield.

The undead army will clean up those zombies and mutant beasts by themselves.

Therefore, he seemed to suddenly become idle for a while.

"Let's go shopping in Sakura Continent."

Han Mu rubbed his chin and muttered "120" in a low voice.

The teachers in Sakura Continent are all good-looking and in good shape.

The most important thing is that they are rich in knowledge and know a lot of professional knowledge.

Every time we communicate in class, Han Mu has a refreshing feeling.

Thinking of doing it, a direct teleportation came to the Sakura Continent.

Go to the private building called Tokyo Luneng.

For two or three days in a row, Han Mu was completely addicted to the ocean of knowledge and could not extricate himself from it.

It was not until all the teachers stayed up all night and fell down tired that Han Mu reluctantly left this ocean of knowledge.

"It's pretty fast.

Looking at the speed of the undead army's clearing, Han Mu was slightly surprised.

In the past few days, the undead army has unknowingly been cleaned up near the Musashi family.

The one who took the lead was Musashi, who had returned.

Half of the hundreds of Demon Sealing Sword Souls stayed in the Southern Cold Continent, while the other half were brought back by Musashi.

In the city, countless zombies were crushed by the undead army.

Looking at the unfamiliar land in front of him, Musashi's eyes showed a trace of emotion.

For some reason, he seemed to have a very intimate feeling about it.

Obviously no impression at all.

Swish!

In the sky, a figure suddenly fell.

Looking at Musashi with blank eyes, Han Mu's mouth twitched.

"Does it feel familiar.

Musashi nodded and said nothing.

"Familiarity is right, after all, your body is buried here.

Musashi was even more silent.

I always feel that there is something wrong with this sentence, but after thinking about it, it seems that there is no problem.

Han Mu smiled and said nothing.

After all, this topic is really too hellish.

Looking forward, the piles of zombies have almost been cleaned up.

And the next thing is more complicated.

The undead army needs to search from house to house, clean up the zombies in the house, and rescue the survivors.

If it weren't for the large number of Skeleton Soldiers, it would take days to clear a city just for this one.

"And a survivor base."

Han Mu looked at a larger housing area in the city.

The continuous buildings are in pieces, and the walls and roofs have traces of repairs. There is an ancient atmosphere, and it is obviously not a modern construction.

At least hundreds of years old.

Such a large-scale building is either a private villa of a large consortium, or a place similar to a gym.

Considering the probability of consortium villas appearing in such corners and corners, Han Mu felt that there was a greater chance of a gymnasium.

The most gymnasiums in the Sakura Continent are nothing more than kendo, karate, and judo.

"Kendo Dojo.

The closed door of the dojo was silently opened under the power of thought.

Han Mu directly lifted his foot and walked in.

The scale of this survivor base is not large, and there are only about a thousand people hiding in it.

Only a small base.

However, being able to survive in such a crowded area up to now, the strength of the leader of this base is definitely not bad.

The moment Han Mu stepped into the base, a sharp light slashed diagonally.

clang!

The sound of the blade colliding sounded, and Musashi, who followed behind, staggered the attacker's attack.

With a backhand pick, the opponent's blade flew out directly.

Han Mu squinted his eyes with interest and looked at the pale woman.

Wearing a close-fitting kendo uniform, with long purple hair tied into a ponytail, she looks stunning.

Tall and slender, with strong legs, he doesn't even look like a sakura man from his height alone.

The slender water snake waist has an amazing upper and lower silhouette.

Holding a shining samurai sword in his hand, his eyes narrowed slightly, and a sharp edge bloomed in his purple pupils.

Although his age seems to be in his twenties, but from the point of view of his swordsmanship, he is a master.

"The knife is quick and the angle is perfect, but it's a pity that the fire is bad!"

"But, at your current age, it's not easy to reach such a state..."

Musashi, who was silent, suddenly commented lightly.

"Your swordsmanship has a trace of mine, but it has been changed beyond recognition."

"This is a kind of shackles for you. If you want to break this shackles, you have to jump out of the original box and not be in the move."1

"You are... survivors?"

Looking at the demon in front of her who seemed to have come out of hell, the woman's tone carried a hint of suspicion.

After all, this look doesn't look like a normal person.

In comparison, the guy who was almost beheaded by her just now looked more like a survivor.

On the surface, he was skeptical, but deep down he was a little shocked.

The knife just now was later than the time she made the knife.

However, she easily found her loophole and flew the knife in her hand.

Moreover, the power used by the other party is almost the same as hers.

This can only show that the other party's kendo cultivation is far beyond her.

"The unfortunate survivors can be discussed later, woman, you almost killed me just now.

Han Mu raised his finger lightly.

Swish!

The woman who hadn't reacted to it was immediately hung upside down in the air by the power of thought.

The long skirt under the kendo suit slipped, covering the whole face.

In good shape.

He whistled softly.

Looking at those slender and powerful even long legs, Han Mu pressed his backhand.

The woman slapped the ground heavily.

Han Mu walked over with great interest, squatted in front of the woman, and reached out to lift the woman's 5.0's chin.

He looked up and down like he was looking at the goods, and there was a sound in his mouth.

Looking at the woman who looked shy but refused to bow her head, Han Mu said frivolously.

"You look pretty good, are you interested in following me?"

"How can it be repaired! What do you want to do to our pavilion master?"

An angry shout came from the gym.

Immediately afterwards, a group of young men and women in kendo uniforms rushed out holding samurai swords.

Angrily rushed towards the bastard who blasphemed their master.

"It's kind of annoying!"

Han Mu took out his ear and pressed it with one hand.

The violent thought force instantly pressed everyone to the ground.

A group of ordinary people who are generally not even the first-level mutants, instantly vomited blood and flushed.

Han Mu had a smile on his face, and there was indifference in his eyes.

"When adults speak, children don't interrupt.".