Necromancers are frantically stationing troops in the apocalypse

I have been leveling up two levels.

I am also approaching level 18.

"Uncle, there are no more." Xiao Xiao flew back.

"Yes." Wu Heng nodded, and at the same time ordered around, "Clean up the battlefield!"

Hua La La~!

The skeletons behind him took action.

They began to clean up the battlefield. Evolved zombies and deformed zombies were dragged over, and ordinary zombies were piled aside.

The corpse cores were put away, [Dead Corpse Battlefield] was released, and the skeletons on the whole street stood up.

Joined the skeleton queue behind.

...

The team continued to move forward.

The previous battle led away the zombies in the entire area, and the rest of the road was much smoother.

Only some scrapped cars blocked the road.

You need to get off the car to clean it up, and then continue forward.

All the way to the clothing factory area mentioned by Gao Rong.

Clothing 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 in mid-air with one hand each, and he died instantly.

The body was thrown aside.

Gao Rong and the other two technicians cried out in surprise and took a half step back.

Then they realized that they had been killed.

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

The others followed closely behind him.

They walked into the factory together.

All kinds of equipment covered with filth appeared in front of them.

After confirming that there was no danger in the factory, Wu Heng said: "Gao Rong, you take people to check the equipment here, we will go over there and call us on the intercom if there is any danger."

"Okay." Gao Rong nodded.

He took his people to check the equipment.

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

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

"These will be shipped back in time and distributed to everyone during the holidays."

"Okay." Qi Hancai took out the intercom and started loading the fleet.

Waited for a while at the door of the warehouse.

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

Wu Heng frowned and thought for a while, "Don't worry, go to the other ones."

"Okay."

Several people went to several other factory areas together.

They checked one by one.

After the inspection, some skeletons were arranged to stay.

The rest of the people boarded the truck and started to return.

...

On the truck.

Wu Heng rethought about the clothing factory.

At present, there are two options.

One is to restore the power supply in that area, and all the equipment can be produced in the original factory area.

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

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

And the clothes of the survivors in the zombie world are enough for the time being.

The production of clothing is more about selling to people in the other world, and having their own industry and market.

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

The problem is that some skeleton training needs to be arranged.

Those equipments seem to need to be operated.

"Bring some photovoltaic panels tomorrow. After powering on, let Gao Rong and others check the equipment." Wu Heng looked aside.

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

The convoy returned to the factory.

The rest of the people went to 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 Yeke Kingdom is serious, the Tianming Sect has been officially designated as a cult organization by the association, and the latest series of the Great Detective Story." On the stone platform of the flower bed, the newspaper seller waved the newspaper in his hand.

The shouting instantly attracted the crowd passing by.

"The second issue is out, so soon!"

"What's wrong with the Kingdom of Yeko? There are indeed no caravans from the Kingdom of Yeko entering the island recently."

"Buy one, let's take a look."

"No."

"Come on, let's get together and take turns to read it."

"Yes, let's get together."

Soon, some people gathered around the newsagent.

Some bought individually, while others pooled their money to buy a copy to see what was on it.

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

The next person can continue to read it.

More people are buying.

The newsagent also smiled, and business finally got better.

...

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

I got up a little later than usual because I was a little late with 'Marin' last night.

Because I came out late, I saw the new issue of the newspaper sold by the newsagent.

Last time in the tavern, after reading the first issue of the newspaper, the business in the tavern got much better.

As more people come to the tavern to listen to stories, his treatment as a bard in the tavern has also improved.

This time, the second issue has been released.

It’s not that the price is acceptable, even if it’s a sky-high price, I will buy one.

It may change my fate.

Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he walked to a corner.

When he was young, he was also a rare person with talent in the village.

He has a good voice and a good memory. He can remember some content in his mind after watching it once or twice. After switching to the bard, he became proficient in acting and language use, and his performance became even better.

The village pooled money to send him out of the village, hoping for a different future.

But after coming out, I found that it was different from what I imagined.

My own talent has no advantage at all outside.

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

Come and make a living temporarily so as not to starve to death directly.

I found a corner where no one was.

Saban opened the newspaper and read it carefully.

When I read the story, I took out a pen and marked the key parts and dialogue parts on it.

Make it easier for you to speak.

After looking at it carefully twice.

Then he stuffed the newspaper into his arms, stood up and looked in the direction of the Island Lord's Mansion.

"Master Wuheng Island, what happens to me in the future depends on your story."

…

Close to the pub.

Saban frowned.

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

But looking from a distance, a lot of people gathered at the door, including men, women, old and young, chatting around the door.

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

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

"It's not too late, there's still some time! Wait for me all morning. What's going on?" Saban looked around suspiciously.

Although he is a professional, bards are not good at doing things.

So many people beat themselves up….

May die.

"What else can happen! Didn't the newspaper publish the second issue? Everyone is waiting for you to read the contents." Someone explained.

Saban was instantly relieved.

Just don't come here to hit me.

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

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

The light was dim, but Saban's eyes froze for a moment.

The tavern was full of people, and there was no empty seat.

"Let's do it, Mr. Saban!"

…

Saban took a deep breath.

After releasing [Good Speech], [Heroic Spirit] and [Loud Voice] to myself, I strode onto the wooden platform.

He coughed lightly and signaled for silence in the audience.

He glanced at the seats filled with drinkers and the eyes coming in from the window outside.

With a smile on his face, he said: "Everyone, today's newspaper has begun..."