Global Arrival: Hundred Times Rewards

With red eyes, Yang Fusheng stared at the screen without blinking, and replied casually.

"Zombies also perform this? I'll rub it!!"

Hearing this, Lin Ye was shocked, and even his three views were shattered.

"A fuss."

Yang Fusheng squinted at him, and said with disdain: "After the zombie reaches the fifth level, its spiritual intelligence will greatly increase, and when it reaches the ninth level, it can basically maintain the human form. At that time, the intelligence will basically not be weaker than normal people. , may be able to recall part of the previous life memory."

"With human thoughts, there will naturally be more different ideas, like performances, like killing people, killing people, like opening casinos, opening casinos..."

"Can remember the memory of the previous life, the general, your elder brother, and you, have you recovered the memory of the previous life?"

Lin Ye secretly wrote down Yang Fusheng's words and asked quickly.

In this sentence, there is too much news.

A digression is that zombies have civilization, thought, dominance, and even entertainment.

This is outrageous!

"My elder brother and the general have a lot of memories. I was accidental. What kind of eyes do you have? Tell you, I used to be super strong. One hit you a hundred times. No, a thousand is just like playing..."

"Don't brag, you still hit me a thousand times. Why is it so stupid? I don't believe it." Lin Ye said sarcastically with his eyes shining brightly.

Yang Tianyou also said before that his little brother was a miracle, but that guy avoided talking about what kind of miracle it was.

Yang Fusheng was the only one at the moment, and it was easy to get some information out of it.

Chapter 179 Zombie Temple?Pardon contract?

"Hmph, it's scary not to know. I'm a zombie in hell who was lucky enough to enter the Zombie Temple and get the pardon contract of Zombie God."

Yang Fusheng said proudly.

Zombie Temple?Pardon contract?

Forestry's eyes flickered slightly.

So, the hell system is dominated by zombie gods?

And the pardon deed.

It is a contract scroll to undo zombies, and it should be something similar to a shared contract.

But this guy is still a zombie, obviously there are other external conditions that have not been met.

"Who is Zombie God? Where is his temple? Have you seen it with your own eyes?"

Thinking of this, Linye asked again.

"Zombie God is..."

Click!

The words haven't come out yet.

The next moment, a bloody lightning bolt descended from the sky, piercing through the bunker hall in an instant, splitting Yang Fusheng's body to pieces.

The whole person turned into a touch of charcoal, and the MP4 in his hand was smoking, and it was scrapped immediately.

"Ahhhh!!!"

Yang Fusheng screamed, wailing again and again, "My art, God damn it, I didn't say anything!!!"

"..."

Lin Ye was speechless, he was about to be struck to death by lightning, and he still felt sorry for MP4, why didn't he kill you with a cannonball.

He shook his head, his mind possessed Lin Er.

"How much blood has been collected?"

"250 boxes!" Lin Er said truthfully.

Two hundred and five.... This number is really auspicious.

Forestry complained, but after careful calculation, a box of 20 liters is 5000 liters.

It was five times more than Yang Tianyou needed.

"So fast?"

Linye was surprised, "Didn't you tell them that each person is limited to 100 milliliters a day?"

Now most of them have gone to the No. [-] bunker and the guards in the same direction as the southeast and northwest, so there is no reason for it to be so fast.

"I said it, but some of them directly cut their wrists and cut the arteries, and the blood flow continued. When the priest performed the holy healing and the rain of life light, most of them donated blood exceeding the standard by 2-5 times."

Lin Er smiled wryly, fearing that Lin Ye might misunderstand that he was unprofessional, he hurriedly said: "But the lord, don't worry, no matter how much they donate, I only gave 100ml of money, and absolutely did not waste a cent of the territory's funds."

"Next time find a professional bloodletter, and change the time, once every three days, otherwise the nutrition will not keep up, and the soldiers will not be able to do it if they are exhausted."

Lin Ye shook his head, he really didn't expect the people from other worlds to be so honest, and they didn't learn from the human lords.

There are more than 200 diehard loyalists, but only one-fifth of them donate blood.

Obviously, most people look down on this reward.

That's right, in the territory, even if a human lord becomes a farmer, the efficiency is several times that of an ordinary farmer.

Earning merit points is much faster than the people of other worlds, and it is reasonable to disdain them.

At this moment, Yang Fusheng's screams continued to be heard, and Lin Ye said: "Someone send me a box of blood, I'm useful, hurry up!"

"Well, okay." Lin Er nodded.

After severing contact, two low-ranking fighters immediately rushed to the bunker carrying a water tank full of blood.

After a while, Linye received the goods.

He kicked Yang Fusheng, squinted and said: "Don't hum, this is 20 liters of blood, drink it, it should be enough to restore you back to the beginning."

"Fragrant, so fragrant!"

Yang Fusheng sniffed his nose, looked at the blood in the big box, his eyes widened, and his breathing became short of breath.

But soon, as if thinking of something, he shook his head frantically, "Take it away, take it away, I can't help it!"