"Hey, I really don't think my sister saw it, you have clear eyes..."

"Little miss, did you see the two big words "death" written in my pupils?"

"No! I'm short-sighted! The scope cover is not even opened! It's black!"

"Um."

The atmosphere seems harmonious, but in fact all the servants of fate and the Magic Mountain have been suffering for a long time.

It really can't be defeated. Magic Mountain relies on the tacit cooperation of a group of five people to fight back and forth with the two or so Black Mist Island zombies. Basically, it relies on the Tomb Suppressor and Goudan to hold on.

Brothers, zombies and sisters who are small in size and not powerful enough can also cause effective damage to walking corpses, but unfortunately they cannot be called efficient at all...

Since Teacher Da Cang debuted, he has never fought such a disadvantageous battle. It can be said that it is better to hang oneself on the southeast branch when suffering hardships and hating the frost on your temples.

"How many are there?"

"More than three thousand eight hundred, too slow! Too few! Keep going!"

"oh..."

Lao Wang felt that he was about to die. He was in endless pain and torture, exchanging opinions with the zombies day and night. He didn't even have time to exchange personal...er...opinions with the little lady, this

When will the dark days of not being able to see tomorrow end?!

Teacher Cang was very happy to base his happiness on Lao Wang's pain. He often didn't sleep for ten days and a half and didn't think anything was wrong, but he took Lao Wang at three o'clock in the morning every day.

Getting out of bed is somewhat contrary to the spirit of humanity...

"You know, I went to bed last night. No, I didn't go to bed until half past one today. I haven't even slept for two hours. Why don't you wake me up?"

"It's so funny! Who's leader cares whether your team members sleep or not? That's why he immediately opens the book after swiping it!"

"What the heck!"

"Stop beeping and work hard. The goal of today's mission is to earn back the more than 3,700 coins from your origin weapon!"

"I#￥%..." Lao Wang scolded, "Daleizi has a lot of flowers, why don't you let her earn it back today?"

"Why is this so? Why do you persecute poor vulnerable people so outrageously that they loan their souls to usury? You are so cruel!"

"Fuck! If you can, say this again to her face!"

Li Cangfei jumped up and kicked Lao Wang on the butt: "Stop talking nonsense! Beating a worker has a working spirit! When you hit a worker, you have to have the appearance and attitude of beating a worker! Do you want to deduct your wages?"

"When will I have work..."

In the middle of his words, Lao Wang suddenly came back to his thoughts, pills, you can’t be so nagging about this!

Li Cangqueshi refused to pay him...

but...

But!

He needs a wingman's endorsement every time he returns to the base, otherwise he will at least have trouble with the little lady, right...

flagrant?

He is a arrogant villain when he succeeds in his ambition!

"Seven days..." Li Cang counted on his fingers, "Summon 3,700 demonic mountains, capture many Black Mist Island zombies and... hiss..."

Cardiopulmonary arrest!

The price of a simple summon is almost 40,000 coins, not counting daily activity and maintenance!

Also, although the mill itself is a subspace different from the main world, it is no problem to store the raw materials in the truck bucket full of pits and grains, but there is an upper limit on the number of living bodies that can be carried, and now it has exceeded half...

(Author OS: Last time, a little cutie reminded me that those who can’t move are considered Bing Lian and those who can move are considered human beings, so there’s nothing wrong with the walking corpse being alive!)

"Ah?" Lao Wang seemed to have seen the glimmer of hope, "Yikku, don't do it anymore?"

"One more week! Then we'll turn it all into raw materials!"

"puff..."

Lao Wang wants to spurt blood!

Do you know how much psychological damage a frivolous sentence of "all dried into raw materials" will cause Lao Wang, a child of 7 years and more than 200 months?

That's so easy to say. Li Cang's so-called turning into raw materials actually means killing the same Black Mist Island zombie 35 times. After he completely lost his ability to move and turned into a vegetative state, he cut and chopped it countless times until there was no corpse visible to the naked eye.

Blocks attract each other and are stored in isolation...

This workload is not just as simple as super doubling, but Timi is doing it at the risk of his life!

"I'm so stupid, really. I only know that I won't be able to eat good juice if I follow you. I also know that you don't regard brothers as comrades, but I didn't expect that you can be so cruel. Oh my old waist, I won't do it anymore."

, who can bear this? I want to go on strike, I want to set up a trade union, I want to march, and I want to fight for the working class’s right to enjoy statutory holidays!”

"Can't you celebrate the Qingming Festival?"

"Go! Why can't you? It's a good holiday for everyone who has a holiday!"

"Then the head office will give you a holiday during Qingming Festival, right?"

"OK..."

After an arduous hour, the more Lao Wang thought about it, the more something was wrong.

"Wait a minute, when is the Qingming Festival?"

"Well..." Li Cang muttered, "It should be around the day of Chapter 520..."

"What??"
Chapter completed!