Doomsday: I'm in Kimchi Country, Professional Necromancer

The few survivors who were named looked unhappy.

It's so dangerous outside, it's not courting death to go out.

A grumpy young man muttered.

"Axi, why should the dignified Han Ming people listen to your words from the Dragon Kingdom bastard?"

"Why do we squeeze together so you can live in such a big house"

"This is our country, and the people of Longguo should get out!"

Spitting dirty words in his mouth, venting his dissatisfaction and disgust for the people of Longguo.

Han Mu clasped his nails calmly.

Swish!

Pale bone knives slashed.

Several survivors who were about to agree, watched the brave young man be cut in half.

Blood spilled all over the place.

This young man, who just came out of school and has not been beaten by society, has experienced the most cruel teaching in his life.

"I'm not your father, and I won't get used to your petty nature."

"I saved your lives. I let you die. You have to find a way to die quickly."

"If you don't want to obey me, you can go out from here, don't worry I won't stop you."

There was a gentle smile on Han Mu's face.

"But as long as I'm here, my words must be obeyed."

The surrounding air seemed to freeze in this low pressure.

"Remember this face, in the next life, stay away."

puff!

The screaming survivor was crushed by a foot.

Above the line of sight, a golden icon flashes.

Han Mu's eyes lit up.

Killing can also gain experience?

The room full of survivors was silent.

After the surprise, Han Mu's face was indifferent.

These little Xiba, the more tolerant they are to express their kindness, the more they will have to take you seriously.

Only use the most brutal and cruel means to make them fear, fear, and tremble at the thought of it.

With a little more mercy, they will be obedient, wagging their tails and begging for submission.

As soon as they see an opportunity, that unrealistic ambition develops in their hearts.

I think I can do it again.

With high pressure and brutal means, they broke their spines again and again.

Engrave servility in your bones.

After generations of differentiation and training, it will become a tame domestic animal, more docile than a dog.

The ancestors of these Xiaoxiba were originally a dog raised by Long Guo.

Now it's just to make them recognize the Lord and return to their ancestry.

With a few survivors, all the daily necessities that can be used in the house are moved to the villa.

This exhausted several survivors to death.

But no one dared to resist, and the tragedy of the first warrior still reverberated in their minds.

Back at the villa, there were a lot of twenty survivors.

There was less hostility in his eyes, and more gentleness and flattery.

Han Mu was not surprised at all.

When fantasy and pride are shattered, they ponder whether they will give up their lives for dignity.

He just put the cruelest reality in front of him and let these people choose for themselves.

Is to obey his orders to be a docile loyal dog.

Still maintain the so-called pride, being torn apart by those zombies.

Reality is not a TV series. There will be warriors who dare to face death, but after all, there are only a few.

More people, in order to survive, will continue to break their bottom line.

With the first time, they will continue to give in without bottom line.

A person without dignity and dignity, is he still a human being?

Just a dog in human skin.

"This villa is still a little too small."

Han Mu looked at the situation in the villa.

In the villa, more than 20 people huddled together in one room, with men and women occupying a corner each.

You have to lean against the wall when you sleep.

A good mansion, like a refugee camp.

Moreover, these guys haven't showered for a few days, and the smell of sweat is so mixed that he can't keep his eyes open.

"It's time to find a bigger site."

A place suitable for survivors to gather should first be sufficiently empty.

At least find a large factory that can accommodate tens of thousands of people, and can accommodate hundreds of thousands of people.

The second is a high enough bunker or power grid.

Zombies evolve.

Such small houses and villas can't stop the evolved zombies at all.

Moreover, the distance from the city should not be too close, nor too far.

There are hundreds of thousands of zombies in the urban area, and you have to finish the game with any shock.

It is possible to drive a little further from the city, provided the traffic is smooth.

However, building such a large survivor base is not something that can be done in a short time.

With only two or three undead in his hands, twenty or thirty survivors.

Can't even pull up a fence.

"As I recall, there should be an upscale hotel nearby."

Han Mu opened the map and took a look.

The hotel is not too far away, it's only two streets away from here at most.

It's a twenty minute walk.

Moreover, there is a commercial street next to the hotel, and there is a large supermarket directly opposite.

After cleaning up the zombies, the supermarket has enough food and drink for thousands of people for a month.

On the twenty-eighth floor of the hotel, excluding the lobby on the first floor, even if there are only twenty rooms on the first floor, there are nearly 600 rooms.

A room is crowded and can accommodate four or five people.

A hotel is three thousand people.

"Then clean up this area first."

Han Mu set his sights on the residential area between the house and the hotel.

Two streets, nearly a hundred houses.

After cleaning up, you can almost upgrade the two skills of [Dead Contract] and [Summon Skeleton] to level five.

If you are lucky, your [Physical Enhancement] can also be upgraded to a level.

"It takes 1,000 experience to rise to the second level, and tens of thousands of experience to rise to the fifth level."

Han Mu rubbed his teeth, his teeth hurt.

With tens of thousands of experience, how many zombies he can kill is enough.

Although you can also directly upgrade talents with skill points.

But the problem is that he doesn't even have enough skill points to light up new talents, so how can he have extra skill points to upgrade talents.

"Clean up the zombies around here first."

Han Mu stretched out his hand and waved, and a magic circle formed on the ground in an instant.

A skeleton soldier with a size slightly smaller than Xiaobai was summoned.

"Is the quality of the directly summoned undead random?"

Han Mu was thoughtful.

He also thought that the undead summoned without sacrifices were all two-meter-tall brawny skeletons like Xiaobai.

It seems that he thinks too much.

It is estimated that Xiaobai is also a gifted type in the underworld.

Just throw a handful of crystal cores in the past.

Let the newly summoned Skeleton Soldiers stay at home.

Take Xiaobai and No. 2 straight to the second residential street.

The two streets are less than 10 meters apart.

Scattered zombies wander aimlessly on the streets.

There were sporadic bloodstains on the ground.

A week has passed since the end of the world.

Most of the survivors' homes are estimated to have run out of food.

Ordinary people go out for food and are found by zombies, which is a dead end.

Han Mu directly took the two younger brothers and it was a slaughter.

Zombies were beheaded by sharp bone knives.

The dying counterattack can only leave shallow scratches on the evolved skeleton warriors.

Holding a bone shield, a simple collision, the dense zombies were directly scattered.

The tip of the shield was swept away, and the surrounding zombies were bloodied and swept away.

The evolved skeleton warriors have undergone earth-shaking changes in both strength and defense.

Han Mu whistled, and the baseball bat circled around the palm of his hand.

boom!

A zombie's head exploded directly.

Now is the time to kill!