Undead King Middle-aged Otaku Survival at the End of the Day

Mr. Yan Er returned to the zombie area on the morning of the second day after the public trial meeting. I poured tea for Master and chatted about the meeting of zombie warlocks.The current association has been taken over by people from the government, and Master has been made the honorary president.

But the master doesn't care about worldly vanity when he comes back, instead he is happy at leisure.Master asked me if I wanted to be a cadre in the association?My head is shaking like a rattle, I just want to be an idler and find my parents is my biggest wish.

Master is very satisfied with my passive and reclusive attitude, because once the people of Shimen have ambitions, they will have a huge impact on the world.This time the zombie apocalypse is like this.

Then Master told me a good news, my parents have a letter.This is thanks to senior brother Mo Ziqian, he is the station chief of the government military intelligence station in Shanghai, he used the power of the government to investigate the population in Shanghai and found my parents in the process of searching for the remnant party.

My father is an old skilled worker. In order to maintain the most basic material supply, Nie Tian recruited capable workers like my father and his family members into the bustling area to work for Nie Tian in the factory.

I couldn't help but shed tears when I heard that my parents were not dead.For more than a year, the life and death of my parents is the big rock in my heart, and now it has finally fallen to the ground.

Early in the morning after spending the night, I drove a high-end sports car to the downtown area.The car is an unowned car I found in the zombie area during this period, and there is a handbag of gold bars I found in the gold shop in the car.In this era, only gold is the globally recognized currency in circulation.

When I found the community where my parents lived according to the address provided by the master, I felt nervous again for some reason. I didn't put my heart into my stomach until I knocked on the door and saw the second elder.

My tears were in my eyes, but my parents cried first and took my hand to ask questions.Looking at my parents whose hair was all grey, I couldn't say anything except crying for a while.

After 10 minutes, I started to tell my own experience, of course I didn't go into details, such as how I got the first zombie.But when I heard that I was turned into a half corpse in order to become stronger, my parents' expressions became sad. I am sorry for my parents.

When I talked about participating in Nie Tian's zombie fighting competition, I found that my parents were extremely regretful. It turned out that because all my relatives and friends were mutated into zombies by Nie Tian using sound waves, my parents didn't watch any programs held by Nie Tian at all.

And working for Nitian is just because the parents are too old to do the work of young people, and there is no house to live in the refugee area, so they can only make a living in the factory by making technology.

I took out my handbag and told my parents that you no longer need to work part-time. When the handbag full of gold bars was shown to my parents, the two elders were also happy.

Now that the government has taken over all the assets against the sky, the factory has already shut down. When the parents are worrying about having no source of income, this bag of gold bars not only saves the emergency, but also does not worry about retirement.

In the afternoon, I had to go back to the zombie area. It was not convenient to live in the small room of my parents' house, but with this bag of gold bars, I could soon buy a big house.

When I returned to my residence in the zombie area, I saw that Master was training my three zombies to fight, and unexpectedly, Shota-kun also joined in.Yuxian Huayue watched from the side, the restrictions on them had all been lifted by the master.

No need to ask, Master's ability to read minds must have confirmed that Huayue's heart has changed, and now I can rest assured.

"Zizhai, you are my youngest apprentice, so don't waste time anymore, you have to practice hard from today on," Master Yan Er said.

"Yes, Master. I must redouble my efforts to make up for this wasted month." I said seriously.Master and apprentice are like father and son, they all tell the truth from the bottom of their hearts.

"Well, in fact, you didn't waste it." Mr. Yan Er glanced at Yuxian Kagetsu and Shota-kun during training and smiled at me, and Yuxian Kagetsu's face turned rosy instantly.

Afterwards, I practiced the unique skill of the corpse gate with peace of mind, and my parents bought a large apartment near the zombie area half a month later to live in it.And I took a shortcut and jumped over the dead body net and the dead body wall every day to visit my parents.

For the safety of my parents, I used high-level zombies to make four zombies for my parents. As a result, my parents became zombie warlocks in the eyes of others and finally joined the zombie warlock association.

When the time came to July, a market appeared in the bustling area, but this market did not sell goods but people.It turns out that the government army also detained more than [-] people and their family members against the sky. These people are not the culprits, but they can't be locked up all the time. They were sold as slaves after they couldn't find any value.

In a civilized society, this would of course be condemned, but now it is the end of the world, and civilization and morality have already been fed to dogs.

Slave trading existed less than half a year after the cataclysm, but it was not on such a large scale and no one organized it. Human traffickers from various settlements were doing it secretly.

I saw that people all over the street were picking people like animals. Beautiful women or strong men were stripped naked on the stage and publicly called for prices.Although the auction items on the stage were dying of embarrassment and anger, the people in the audience cheered happily.

I endured the urge to kill these bastards with a single punch and found a place where no one was there to vent my anger on the stone, and then I turned around twice thinking that I had killed nearly a hundred members of the Iron Corpse Gang in a fit of anger.If I think so, I have no right to blame others.

It's just that if this continues, the slave trade in this city may not be just captives against the sky. In the future, the poor and those who are kidnapped and trafficked will openly become slaves for trading.

Although there are almost slave trades in the cities with people in the whole world now, openly or secretly, is it true that there is no pure land?Or is human nature inherently evil, and living in this world means killing each other?

After struggling for a while, I found that I couldn’t figure it out and couldn’t figure it out. I’m not a great man or a philosopher, I’m just a small person who wants to survive in the last days.No, not even a small person is just a shrimp or a shrimp.

Thinking of this, I became more cheerful and went to the market to watch the auction. Since I can't change anything, let's go with the times.People who fight against the times are either great men or lunatics, and I just want to be a melon-eating audience.

Tens of miles away from me, Master Yan Er and Senior Brother Mo Ziqian finished observing me with supernatural powers on the roof of a building to restore my mental power to normal.

"Don't worry, this apprentice won't go to extremes, so he's a recluse." Mr. Yan Er nodded and said.

"Then ask master to teach him the scriptures on autopsy." Mo Ziqian said softly.

"If the scriptures on his autopsy are passed on, he is a candidate for the next generation's head. Don't you want to be the head?" Mr. Yan Er asked.

"I don't want to, I can't let it go that I'm doomed not to be the head of the sect, and the future of fighting with that person is unpredictable." Mo Ziqian's tone became cold again.

"Hey! You are just like me as a master. I have my troubles and you have your troubles." Mr. Yan Er was touched and looked at his disciples with compassion. This is his most proud disciple. Can't share his worries.

"As long as, don't let the youngest junior be like us." Mo Ziqian said indifferently.

"That's right! Let us old half corpses bear the grievances from the past." After finishing speaking, Mr. Yan Er fell silent, as ruthless and unmoving as a stone statue that has stood for hundreds of years.