Doomsday: I'm in Kimchi Country, Professional Necromancer

leave the warehouse.

The defiant arrogance returned to the woman's face.

Leave your humble side to Han Mu.

But in the eyes of ordinary people, she is still that high-ranking chaebol lady.

The pride in her bones made her only allow herself to show the look of pity in front of one person.

Han Mu glanced at the woman who was holding on to her face.

In front of people is a lady, and behind them is another look.

It feels good too.

It looks too monotonous and a bit boring.

"You're a little dirty, go wash it.

Back in the office building, Han Mu urged the sweaty and sour woman to take a shower.

Looking at the woman who was standing on the spot with an aggrieved expression and motionless feet, Han Mu frowned.

"Why are you still standing here?"

"Master, can you take my two female bodyguards and let them continue to serve me.

Han Sura felt a little aggrieved.

Born into a chaebol family, from childhood to adulthood, she was served by others, and suddenly she was allowed to live by herself.

She was afraid that she wouldn't even be able to boil water.

Han Mu thought about it, it was a bit difficult to let a woman who can't even burn water live by herself.

"Go pick two.

With a big wave of his hand, the two undead soldiers left with the woman.

Those bodyguards have now been incorporated into the security team.

After all, he doesn't raise waste here either.

"I don't know how long I can enjoy this peaceful life.

Han Mu lay in the pool and enjoyed a rare leisure time.

The construction of the base is on track, and the number of survivors has finally broken through five figures.

Moreover, the number of survivors gathered from the surrounding area continues to increase every day.

His undead army is also searching for survivors on a large scale and joining the construction of the base.

There are more people, and naturally there is no shortage of idiots who make trouble.

To deal with this kind of person, Han Mu's methods are very uniform.

The Undead Repeating Crossbow Soldier shoots directly with a round of crossbow arrows and drags it into the corpse pit as a material for summoning the Undead.

Also considered waste.

This kind of iron-blooded method took only two days to completely suppress all the opposing voices in the base.

do not like?

can roll!

Don't say stop, Han Mu has to beat gongs and drums to send them away.

But talk to him about human rights and public morality in his base.

Fuck you.

Here is the end!

For those who let him let go of materials, everyone is treated equally.

Shouting that everyone has the right to freedom and food and clothing, and that everyone should be allowed to vote on the rules of the base.

What Han Mu can do is take them to the place where the most zombies are.

Let them talk to the zombies about human rights.

His base doesn't need a lot of voice, and it doesn't need fairness and justice.

His words are the only order.

A benevolent and moral gentleman will be kidnapped by morality.

However, the cruel monarch and wisdom make those gentlemen who are full of hypocrisy redefine what morality is.

In troubled times, it is simple and practical.

As for those who advocate the use of the complex and cumbersome set of laws before the end of the day, it is not a good thing.

The loopholes in the law are nothing but a tool for the upper class to make profits.

They study all the laws and can sneak up on their own interests as the rules allow.

The more rules, the more loopholes.

Really thought they were thinking of the other survivors?

In the apocalypse, everyone is already very tired of living, who wants to be bound by various rules and regulations.

For those who are ambitious and capable survivors, Han Mu will reuse.

But if it is the kind of maggots that harm the interests of the base and only care about their own profit, there is only one death.

Han Sora, who was wearing a backless swimsuit, knelt by the pool and handed it over with a wine glass.

At the same time, a tender little hand pressed on Han Mu's temple.

Jerky, but serious.

Han Mu leaned back, some

"This is the massage technique that the bodyguard taught me, is it comfortable?"

Han Sula's eyes were a little shy, after all, serving others like this was still a man so much younger than himself.

She is also the first time.

Even her husband, President Bai, one of the top dignitaries in the Cold Country, has never enjoyed this kind of treatment.

"not bad."

Han Mu nodded, a ripple swayed.

A look of joy flashed across Han Sura's face, and she looked at Zhang Naying next to her, frowning slightly.

Showing a touch of indescribable arrogance.

"I don't need you here, you can go now."

The oppressive aura from the chaebol lady made Zhang Naying shrink her neck.

After all, this is the real top chaebol lady.

To most Han people, chaebols are unattainable existences.

In the past, ordinary people could only see her on TV.

Although she is the same as her now, it is only a personal pet raised by Han Mu.

But the psychological fear is not something that can be overcome in a short time.

Snapped!

The woman who was suddenly attacked covered her buttocks with a flushed face.

Biting his lip, he looked innocently at the initiator.

Although she accepted her new identity, Han Su-ra had an inexplicable sense of shame in her heart for being so frivolous in front of an outsider.

After all, in her eyes, whether it is Zhang Naying or other women, they are just lowly commoners.

A woman of this status can only serve as a plaything in the circle of the chaebol.

"々`Stupid woman no big or small, you have to call her sister.

Han Mu is not used to this woman.

What kind of chaebol noble girl, Xiaoxiba's woman, here he is all a dog raised by himself.

Status is in order of precedence.

Looking at Zhang Naying, who is more than ten years younger than herself.

Han Sura bit her lip, feeling a little unwilling, but under Han Mu's gaze.

Reluctantly, she muttered to my sister in a low voice.

It is a shame to call a lowly commoner sister.

Zhang Naying was calm on the surface, but her heart was already elated.

To be called sister so respectfully by a noble girl from a top chaebol, let (Li Zhao) never even dared to dream of such a dream before.

After soaking in the pool for a while, Jang Na-young, who was secretly hinted by Han So-ra with pleading eyes several times, excused herself to leave.

Just after leaving the pool, there was a faint sound of water falling behind him.

Zhang Naying shook her head, and her face showed an expression of someone who had come over.

This woman thought she could.

You will regret it later.

Do you really think that she is free to come over and be a light bulb in the way?

"I'm here to help you with good intentions, I don't know the so-called stupid woman's righteousness.

Shaking her head and sighing, Zhang Naying returned to her room and started watching dramas.

In such a boring day, there is no way to surf the Internet.

The greatest pleasure is sitting in the room watching videotapes.

Anyway, when I cleaned up a mall that sold video tapes, I got a lot of video tapes and CDs of popular TV series.

A few women who have nothing to do will gather together to watch movies when they are free.

Enough to watch for a long time.