The Necromancer is amassing troops like crazy in the apocalypse

Chapter 211: 183, even deliberately sent up_1

Chapter 211: Chapter 183, even deliberately sent up_1

Basen was kept by Wu Heng’s side.

Fulfilling the role of a personal bodyguard.

In Li Yahong’s mind, Basen was different from ordinary skeletons. He was, at the very least, a skilled skeleton who was proficient in martial arts and had high fighting skills.

Now, Wu Heng was giving him over to her.

“Are you burdened?” Wu Heng noticed her.

“No, but what about you? What will you do?” Li Yahong asked.

“Oh! I can just choose another one, is one enough for you, or do I need to allocate two more for you?” Wu Heng continued.

“One should suffice. It’s so safe here, and having a skeleton following us around every day might easily incite panic among the survivors.” Li Yahong replied.

Wu Heng nodded, one was indeed enough.

For any significant action, Wu Heng would accompany.

“Basen, from now on, you’ll follow Li Yahong and protect her safety.”

Basen moved from one side and stood beside Li Yahong.

He stood there immaculately, like a bodyguard.

“Please take care, Basen,” Li Yahong respectfully said.

Basen didn’t respond.

Wu Heng didn’t linger on this topic and continued, “What have you been up to these last few days?”

Li Yahong took out a small notebook, comparing as she said, “We’ve produced over 300 iron spears, at least 500 javelins, the convoy went to the auto repair factory twice, brought back 525 boxes of various living supplies, collected three truckloads of supplies from supermarkets and grain and oil stores along the way, and there are survivors planning on joining us through the radio, they should be coming here in the next few days.”

That’s impressive — she even had accurate numbers.

“Hmm, not bad.”

It was a correct decision to give these tasks to Li Yahong.

At least the situation was stable, everyone was working according to the original plan, and the efficiency was quite substantial.

“Can the survivors make it here?” Wu Heng asked.

Most of the routes were still occupied by zombies.

Coming here was not as simple as driving. Maybe they would be killed by the horde of zombies as soon as they went out.

“I’ve mapped out a route for them. As long as they get onto the roads we’ve cleared, they will be safer.” Li Yahong paused for a moment, then said, “We can’t rescue everyone.”

“That’s true. Tonight, I’ll have Big Head Skeleton lead a team to clear the road again,” said Wu Heng.

“Good!”

“Is there any news from the outside?” Wu Heng continued.

“As mentioned last time, the Flame God Shelter has armored vehicles! After reconfirming with them, it’s indeed available for trade, at the exchange ratio of 200 bags of rice,” said Li Yahong.

200 bags of rice — that’s not a small amount.

In this era, food is a crucial resource, especially now that it’s already autumn and without food, winter could thin a large chunk of people.

200 bags, certainly no shelter would be willing to trade so much for an armored vehicle.

The conditions proposed by the Flame God Shelter.

Either they are showing off their weapons and equipment to attract more survivors to join.

Or they don’t have many, and they’re using it, deliberately inflating the price. If someone is willing to exchange, they make a profit. If no one exchanges, they don’t lose out.

“What else do they have, aside from an armored vehicle?”

“They also have rifles and light machine guns, but I don’t know much about them and couldn’t tell the difference,” Li Yahong replied after some thought.

Wu Heng nodded, “Let’s not consider their offer for now. Plan the action for tomorrow, see if there are any jewelers nearby, places that buy and sell gold and silver. We’ll go scavenge resources there tomorrow.”

“Oh okay!” agreed Li Yahong.

Though she didn’t understand what the point of finding jewelry stores was in a post-apocalyptic world.

But Wu Heng’s actions must have some purpose.

Jewelry stores are usually clustered in bustling commercial streets, there were countless shops, and they could scavenge resources there.

Wrapping up the work-related discussion.

Li Yahong didn’t show any immediate intentions of leaving, she glanced at Wu Heng and then lowered her voice to say, “Weren’t you curious last time why that shelter is keeping Grandma Wang Ke?”

“Ah, why?”

Li Yahong leaned closer, her voice filled with intrigue, “Grandma Wang Ke is a God Witch, in the past, if there was something foretold, people asked her. The villagers believe in these things, she has quite a reputation.”

Wu Heng frowned in understanding.

Many of the rural elderly still hold these beliefs.

Especially in some remote areas.

And now, with the apocalypse, everything has become bizarre and the villagers probably have an even more solid conviction in the existence of monsters and evil spirits.

Even if her grandmother didn’t contribute much, she has been protected up until now.

Speaking in terms of designation.

A Northeast Shaman.

“Does it work?” Wu Heng curiously asked.

“I’m not sure, but I guess… it might have some effect,” Li Yahong was unsure.

And didn’t dare to speculate blindly.

If it really worked, she didn’t want to cause trouble by speaking imprudently.

With ghosts also appearing, it wouldn’t be impossible to accept the existence of deities.

“Have her grandma tell us something good about us then. We are allies, don’t want her to cause us trouble,” Wu Heng also lowered his voice to say.

“Are you scared?” Li Yahong’s eyes squinted in a teasing smile.

“I was most afraid of these when I was young.”

“I don’t believe you.”

The two of them stood in front of the door chatting for a while longer.

As Li Yahong had to arrange more work, they had to part ways.

…

Li Yahong headed to the stadium.

She was there to assign tomorrow’s tasks with Qiangzi and the others.

Upon seeing her and the figure following closely behind her, Qiangzi and the others playing basketball were immediately shocked and exclaimed,

“Wow, Sister Hong, isn’t this the… Skeleton Brother always with Boss? Why is he following you now?”

“Hello, Skeleton Brother!”

The few people behind her even bowed in greeting.

Basen, recognizable by his unique leather armor, was always seen by Wu Heng’s side.

Now, he was following Li Yahong like a bodyguard, which surprised everyone.

Li Yahong said, “This is Basen. From now on, he will be my protector. There’s no need to make a big fuss about it.”

“Wow! Big sister, you’re so awesome.”

Li Yahong gave him a cold look, “Don’t make a big fuss, we need to go out for supplies tomorrow. Have your team check the vehicles later and pack everything we need. I don’t want any mistakes.”

“Don’t worry, Sister Hong, I’m good at this.” Qiangzi patted his chest.

“Good, just remember to actually do your work. Have fun,” Li Yahong stated before she headed toward the residential building.

Qiangzi tosses the basketball to someone else.

And quickly follows her.

With a gossiping look, he asked, “Sister Hong, how far along are you guys?”

Li Yahong frowned, “Don’t talk nonsense!”

“Sister Hong, a lot of women have their eyes on him. You need to hold on tight to your man. In times like these, everyone wants a reliable pillar to lean on.” Qiangzi continued as he caught up to her.

Li Yahong squinted, “Who are they?”

“The younger ones. If I were a woman, I’d also make a move.” Qiangzi slapped his own behind.

“I think you’re just itching for trouble.”

“Sister Hong, I think His Majesty also has feelings for you. Why else would he arrange for ‘Big Brother Basen’ to protect you? It’s clear that he values you,” Qiangzi added.

Despite hearing this, Li Yahong couldn’t help but feel a bit of joy.

Among all the survivors.

This favoritism towards her was clear.

Although her face was still stern, she replied, “Stop talking nonsense!”

“I’m serious, big sister.” After a pause, Qiangzi continued, “He’s dense. You have to be proactive. As the saying goes, ‘A woman chasing a man is like a yarn.’ You have to break through it, or else you’ll regret it if he gets hooked away by another woman.”

Li Yahong coughed lightly, “How can I break it?”

“Next time you two are alone, take the initiative…”

…

Returning to Lundham City, the sky was starting to get dark.

The faint sound of thunder could be heard in the distance.

It seemed like it was going to rain.

A trio had dinner, then rested in the living room on the first floor.

Mini was still practicing her clumsy martial arts moves, huffing and puffing. Nevertheless, her spirit was strong.

Starting training at her age, she wouldn’t go far, but all things are relative.

As a maid, she didn’t need to have extraordinary combat skills. The main goal was to strengthen her physique and protect herself.

After they arranged new guardians for the two people, they each returned to their rooms to rest.

The night was dark and deep.

Ka-chow!

A clap of thunder awoke Wu Heng from his sleep.

He immediately grabbed his weapon and eyed his surroundings cautiously.

It was pouring rain outside the window, and thunder was booming.

Wu Heng walked out of his room. Bawudong and Blazing Blade were still guarding the door.

At the corner of the stairs.

Mini was curled up against the wall of the landing, holding her head.

“Mini?” Wu Heng called her name.

“Master…” Mini looked up pitifully.

“Oh, you scared me. Why aren’t you sleeping, sitting here?” Wu Heng asked a bit speechless.

“I’m afraid of the thunder.” Mini murmured shyly.

Wu Heng fetched a blanket and draped it over her, “And you’re not scared sitting here?”

“Yes, I feel better.” Mini stood up.

In the bedroom.

Mini was curled up in his arms, appearing a bit tense.

Wu Heng embraced her, leaned in close to her ear and asked softly, “Mini…”

Bunny Girl whispered, “Master, sooner or later, we will all be yours.”

Before long, the bunny girl in front of him was stripped clean.

Her skin was smooth and supple, her figure slender and curvy.

Unlike the mature Wen Mansha, Mini was brimming with youthful vitality.

Ka-chow!

Another sudden clap of thunder.

Mini let out a startled yelp and tightly wrapped her arms around him.

…

On the second floor.

The thunder startled Andre Willow awake.

She looked out the window at the heavy rain, went out to check the doors and windows on the first floor, but found they were all closed properly.

There were no signs of any rain seeping in.

Just as she was about to go back to her room, she heard a strange sound from the stairs. It was like a cat’s meow, varying in intensity.

Listening carefully, she recognized it as Mini’s moans, alternating between agony and discomfort.

Her face became serious as she suspected that another enemy had infiltrated their residence.

Soon after, the sound suddenly turned joyous, and she immediately realized what was happening upstairs.

She spat in disgust and went straight to her room.

She tossed and turned and couldn’t sleep. The noise from upstairs kept penetrating her ears, making her feel hot and uncomfortable all over.

After a while, the panting stopped, and she let out a sigh of relief.

But to her surprise, they started again.

“She even took the initiative to go up.”