Necromancers are frantically stationing troops in the apocalypse.

It has been promoted by two levels.

It's also approaching level 18.

"Uncle, no more." Xiaoxiao flew back.

"Yes." Wu Heng nodded and gave orders to the surroundings, "Clean up the battlefield!"

Wow~!

The skeletons behind him took action.

They began to clean up the battlefield. The evolved zombies and distorted zombies were dragged over, and the ordinary zombies were piled aside.

The corpse cores were collected, [Dead Battlefield] was released, and the skeletons on the entire street stood up.

Join the skeleton queue at the back.

……

The team continued to move forward.

The battle just now lured away the zombies in the entire area, and the rest of the journey became much smoother.

Just some wrecked cars blocking the road.

Need to get off the car, clean up, and then move on.

We arrived at the clothing factory that Gao Rong mentioned.

Garment factories, shoe and hat factories are all gathered here.

Several people walked into the first factory area.

The door opened and two deformed zombie dogs rushed towards them.

The Skeleton Boxer strangled him by the neck in mid-air with one hand each, and he died instantly.

The body was thrown aside.

Gao Rong and two other technicians realized what was happening belatedly and cried out in surprise, taking half a step back.

Then I realized that I had been killed.

"Let's go in and take a look." Wu Heng said, leading the way inside.

The rest of the people followed closely behind.

They walked into the factory together.

All kinds of filthy equipment appeared before my eyes.

After confirming that there was no danger in the factory, Wu Heng said, "Gao Rong, take your people to check the equipment here. We'll go over there and take a look. Call us on the intercom if there's any danger."

"Okay." Gao Rong nodded.

He took his people and started checking the equipment.

Wu Heng took Qi Hancai to the warehouse area at the back.

Warehouses were opened one after another, revealing clothes of different brands inside.

"These will be shipped back and distributed to everyone during festivals."

"Okay." Qi Hancai took out the walkie-talkie and started loading the convoy.

I stood at the warehouse door and waited for a while.

Gao Rong led his men back and said, "It looks fine from the outside. We need to power it on to test whether it can operate normally."

Wu Heng frowned and thought for a moment, "Don't worry, go check out the others."

"it is good."

Several people went to several other factory areas together.

Checked them one by one.

After the inspection, some skeletons were arranged to stay behind.

The rest of the people got on the truck and started to return.

……

On the truck.

Wu Heng thought again about the garment factory.

Currently, there are two options.

One is to restore the power supply to that area so that all equipment can be produced within the original factory area.

But the disadvantage is that the supply of fabric in the later stage will be troublesome.

Wu Heng needs to purchase cloth materials from Treasure Island, bring them to this world, and then transport them to the factory.

In the zombie world, the clothes of the survivors are enough for the time being.

The production of clothing is more about selling to people in other worlds, and having its own industry and market.

The second option is to transfer the equipment to Treasure Island, where material transportation and production will be simpler.

The problem is, there is some skeleton training to be arranged.

Those devices, it seems, still need to be operated.

"Bring some photovoltaic panels over tomorrow. After the power is turned on, let Gao Rong and others check the equipment." Wu Heng looked to the side.

"Okay, I'll have someone prepare it tonight and go there tomorrow morning." Qi Hancai replied.

The convoy returned all the way to the factory.

The others went to have dinner, and Wu Heng also returned to the island owner's manor.

……

The next day, in the morning.

"Take a look. The second issue of the Gold and Silver Express is on sale. The situation in the Kingdom of Yeko is serious. The Tianming Sect has been officially designated as a cult organization by the association. The latest series of the great detective stories is published." On the stone platform of the flower bed, the newsagent was waving the newspaper in his hand.

The shouting instantly attracted the people passing by.

"The second issue is out so soon!"

"What happened to the Yeko Kingdom? There have indeed been no Yeko Kingdom caravans entering the island recently."

"You buy one and we'll take a look."

"Not buying."

"Come on, let's get together and everyone will take turns watching."

"Yes, let's make some."

Soon, some people gathered around the newspaper boy.

Some people bought it individually, while others pooled their money and planned to buy one copy together to read the contents.

It's all text anyway, and it's useless after one person finishes reading it.

The next person can continue watching.

More people are simply buying.

A smile also appeared on the newspaper man's face, and his business finally improved a lot.

……

Saban held the newspaper he bought in his hand and squeezed out of the crowd in a somewhat embarrassed manner.

I stayed up late with Marlene last night, so I woke up a little later than usual.

Also because I came out late, I saw the new issue of newspapers being sold by the newsagent.

The last time I was in the pub, after reading the first issue of the newspaper, the business in the pub became much better.

As more and more people came to the tavern to listen to stories every day, the treatment of him, a bard, in the tavern also improved a little.

This time the second issue is out.

As long as the price is acceptable, I will buy one even if it is sky-high.

It may change your destiny.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead and walked to the corner.

When he was young, he was a rare gifted person in the village.

He has a good voice and a good memory. He can remember some content after reading it once or twice. After changing his job to "Bard", he is proficient in acting and language use, and his performance is even better.

The village raised money and sent him out of the village, hoping for a different future.

But after coming out, I found that it was not quite the same as I had imagined.

My own talent has no advantage at all outside.

He took a boat all the way to Treasure Island and found a job in a tavern.

To temporarily maintain their livelihood and avoid being starved to death.

I found a corner where no one was.

Saban opened the newspaper and read it carefully.

When reading a story, I would take out a pen and mark the key parts and dialogues.

It is convenient for you to give a speech.

After reading it carefully twice.

He stuffed the newspaper into his arms, stood up and looked towards the direction of the island owner's mansion.

"Master Wu Heng, my future will depend on your story."

……

Close to the pub.

Saban's brows furrowed.

It was still morning, so there shouldn't be many people in the pub.

But looking from afar, there were quite a few people gathered at the door, including men, women, young and old, chatting around the door.

"Good morning." Saban saluted everyone politely, "Is there a fight in there?"

"Mr. Saban, we are all waiting for you. Are you late today?" a familiar guest said.

"It's not late, there's still some time! You've been waiting for me all morning, is there something going on?" Saban looked around with some suspicion.

Although he is a professional, the bard is not good at using his hands.

So many people hit their own words...

Might die.

"What else could it be? The second issue of the newspaper has been published, and everyone is waiting for you to read what's inside." Someone explained.

Saban breathed a sigh of relief.

I just hope you're not here to hit me.

"Come in quickly, everyone is waiting for you."

Someone pushed him from behind, and he staggered, then pushed open the door of the tavern and rushed in.

The light was dim, but Saban's eyes were fixed instantly.

The pub was full of people, with not a single empty seat.

“Let’s get started, Mr. Saban!”

……

Saban took a deep breath.

After releasing [Speaking Skills], [Heroic Spirit] and [Loud Voice] on himself, he strode onto the wooden platform.

He coughed lightly, signaling the audience to be quiet.

He glanced at the patrons filling the seats and the eyes looking in from the windows outside.

With a smile on his face, he said, "Ladies and gentlemen, today's newspaper begins..."