Doomsday: I'm in Kimchi Country, Professional Necromancer

If you do something wrong, you will pay the price!

These are the rules of survival in this world.

Now, it's time for her to pay the price.

But what was there about her that interested the man?

her strength?

Any undead monster could kill her.

Yin Xiying looked down at herself, her deep V red dress was bulging, and she was so pale that she could not see her toes.

Thinking of those men's fiery eyes when they peeked at her, they seemed to be swallowing her up.

Yin Xiying's face was pale.

She's not a woman who doesn't know anything.

How can I not understand such a simple and straightforward suggestion.

On the back of the violent ghoul, the huge throne was entwined by layers of vines.

Shaking with the movement of the giant beast.

When the undead army arrived in front of a group of zombies, the shaking vine house stabilized.

The vines wrapped like a flower house bloom like flowers.

Han Mu was half lying on the throne.

Yin Xiying stood beside her with her face flushed, her breathing a little disordered.

"You promised me to set them all free!"

Yin Xiying pursed her lips, her face full of humiliation and humiliation.

If it wasn't for the survivors of the Great Cold Nether Clan, she would never give in even if she died.

"When did I promise you that I would let them all go." 1

Han Mu lay lazily on the throne, not even looking at the angry woman.

"You want to go back on it!"

"I have no regrets, I just feel that you are not worth the price.

"10,000 slaves, all released so easily, do you think you are made of gold?"

Han Mu yawned lazily.

Looking at the woman's frightened face, she revealed a malicious smile.

It's so simple to want to end, what does this woman think?

This fun game will never end without breaking her spine and begging him like a dog.

"If you pay a little price, I'll let a person go. In a few hours, you can have a lifetime of freedom for a person. Is there anything more cost-effective than this?"

Han Mu tapped the armrest of the throne lightly, pulled the woman to his side, and sat on his lap.

The faint voice and the exhalation of heat entered the woman's mind against her ear.

"You used to be a strong woman who made waves on Wall Street. The value of a piece of goods depends on the supply and demand relationship between the two parties.

"Such a price is only enough for you to redeem the freedom of a slave, this is your price, I am the only seller, and you have no room for bargaining.

"Now there are... well, about 12,000 people. If you put one back every day, it will be enough for thirty or forty years."

What do you mean by thirty or forty years?

How many years does a person have in a lifetime?

The angry woman suddenly calmed down.

As the damned devil said, the sovereignty of this matter is not in her hands.

Even if the other party offered more stringent conditions, she could only bear it silently.

Unless, she doesn't care about the survivors of the base who became slaves because of her.

But, is it possible?

The corners of Han Mu's mouth raised slightly, he knew too well this kind of person who regarded himself as a hero.

Strong will is a good thing, but this kind of pedantic thinking is too easy for others to take advantage of.

For the so-called persistence in her heart, as long as she doesn't touch her delicate bottom line, she will do it even if she is asked to do too much.

"For an ordinary one-time price, I set a person free, and if it makes me very happy, it's not that I can't free a few more slaves.

Han Mu if pointed.

However, Yin Xiying remembered the idioms that this bastard had mentioned in front of her, as well as things that felt outrageous when she thought about it.

His face instantly flushed red.

"Don't even think about it, even if I die, I won't let you be so humiliated!"

"Think about it. A person's life, for several decades, is a lifelong slave until he dies. How pitiful?"

Han Mu's face was full of indifference.

He liked the expression of this woman who would rather die than give in, but had to give in.

He likes to force others to do things he doesn't like.

If you want me to let them go, please, please.

After a moment of silence, Yin Xiying resisted the shyness that drove her crazy and asked a question.

"How many people can you set free if I do everything you say?"

"A minimum of two, a maximum of five, depending on my mood and your performance."

Han Mu stretched out five fingers, and Yin Xiying suddenly felt his heart beat.

If she can be completely submissive, even proactive.

Five enslaved Han people can be liberated at one time.

Ten times is fifty, a hundred is five hundred, a thousand is five thousand.

At most two thousand times, all the enslaved Han people can be rescued.

More than 2,000 days, paying the price once a day, all the enslaved compatriots can be rescued in six years.

If you work hard, you will pay the price two or three times a day.

All compatriots can be liberated in two or three years.

Thirty or forty years is too long, but two or three years... barely acceptable.

"Longguo has an idiom called feeding the tiger with one's body, today I, Yin Xiying, will feed the devil with my body in order to save those innocent compatriots!

Just thinking of this, there is a spontaneous sense of responsibility and mission that fills my heart.

Looking at the woman whose eyes suddenly became firm.

The smile on Han Mu's face was somewhat mocking.

This woman is so cruel that she even deceives herself.

She thought it was these slaves she had rescued.

However, in the eyes of these slaves, if it wasn't for her, they would not have suffered this kind of ordeal at all.

"々 My stamina is okay, continue!

The woman gritted her teeth and took the initiative to make a request.

Before, she only felt it was a kind of psychological torture, but now, she felt it was a kind of honor.

In order to save her compatriots, everything she paid was worth it.

"Next time!"

Han Mu shook his head.

Given the physique of this woman, if she continued to fight, she might die here.

The difference in strength is too great.

"I'm still doing something right now."

Han Mu slowly got up and looked at the corpse tide ahead.

Tens of thousands of zombies poured in like a tide, and the death knight standing in front of the undead army slowly raised his spear.

Wither and wither!

The light (of Zhao's) exuding a rotten aura shrouded the area of ​​1,000 meters under the foot of the zombie army.

The ground cracked and turned yellow, and illusory palms emerged from the countless tombstones.

The palms pulled the zombies around.

The bodies of the pulled zombies age and decay at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In the end it turned into a dead bone.

Death Grip!

Swish!

The death knight, at the same time, made a fist gesture.

In the zombie army, huge palms of dark purple formed by the energy of the undead drilled out from the ground.

Make a fist in sync with the death knight.

The terrifying dark energy burst from the fingers, killing all the zombies around.

Tens of thousands of zombies were wiped out in half in an instant.

Congested streets are empty.

All undead knights waved and put a layer of translucent ice crystal shield on their bodies.

Step on the path formed by the frost and rush towards the army of zombies.

Wherever the death knight passed, zombies were condensed into delicate ice sculptures by the cold air.