Chapter 558 He really struck it rich

Led by the fat man, Han Shuo quickly returned to the large hole.

He frowned and glanced down, as if he had guessed what the fat man meant by "getting rich".

Whoosh!

Without saying a word, the fat man grabbed the broken iron ladder next to him and slid down to the bottom in a flash.

He excitedly looked up at Han Shuo, waved, and shouted loudly.

"Come down quickly, are you okay? Do you need me to help you down?"

"I……"

Han Shuo was about to hurl a curse, but then thought better of it and decided against it.

He was actually looked down upon by the fat guy?

Although I'm still recovering from serious injuries, I'm a strong person, okay? A strong person... can be stumped by a ladder that's over 20 meters high?

Instead of jumping down, he turned to look at the female giant's corpse not far away and asked a question.

"By the way, did you remove the turbid fluid from that alien's head?"

"Taken, taken, taken a long time ago, 40 drops of turbid liquid, not a drop more, not a drop less," the fat man replied from below with a greedy expression.

That's right, this kid's favorite thing to do is treasure hunting.

...

Han Shuo stopped thinking about it and, holding onto the iron ladder with one hand, quickly slid down to the bottom of the large hole, just like the fat man.

"clatter."

After landing lightly, he surveyed his surroundings.

Just as he had suspected, there was a large, man-made laboratory below. Not far ahead, thick iron chains lay scattered on the ground. These were probably the chains used to bind and restrain the female giant zombie...

There were many lights below, but most of them were broken, making the room appear rather dim.

"Come on, I'll show you our treasure."

The fat man led the way, while Han Shuo followed behind with a blank expression.

Ignoring the horrific corpses scattered around them, the two quickly arrived at a three-meter-high gate.

The door looked incredibly sturdy, with scratches from various hard objects hitting it.

At this moment, the fat man turned his head and saw Han Shuo staring at the gate. He puffed out his chest and spoke proudly.

“These impact and damage marks are from me. You have no idea how sturdy this door is.”

"I couldn't break it open whether I used an axe or a hammer."

Han Shuo frowned, turned his head and asked with a strange expression.

"Don't tell me you've been struggling with this door these past few days?"

"Yeah, pshaw... What do you mean by 'fighting the gate'? I mean breaking through, breaking through, okay?"

The fat man rolled his eyes at Han Shuo, and while entering the password on the touch lock next to him, he began to explain.

"Let me tell you, with my discerning eye, I can tell at a glance that there's something good in here."

"You think you can stop me if you can't break through with brute force?"

"I'm the chosen one, Fatty. This was my major before, you know. Cracking a door's password is a piece of cake for me!"

...

The fat man kept talking, and when the topic came up, Han Shuo couldn't help but pat his forehead as if he had a headache.

"Professional? Account hacking? Breaking the password?"

Okay, they do seem quite similar and a good match...

By this time, the fat man had finished entering a series of complicated passwords. He rummaged in his pocket for a while and then pulled out something that looked like a transparent sticker.

"However, the security of this gate is quite good. Even with my skills, it took me several days to completely crack it."

"Moreover, there is double protection. Password alone is not enough. Look at this, it is the fingerprint I took from the old man."

"Just stick this fingerprint sticker on, and everything will be completely solved, hahaha!"

"Goodness, open the door for me!"

As soon as the fat man finished speaking, sure enough, the door opened a crack.

"Sizzle—!"

As soon as the words fell, the fat man, as if he had taken mad dog drugs, spread his arms wide and laughed and shouted maniacally.

"Hahahaha! Go, go! This is the treasure trove I, Fatty, have found! All the treasure is inside!"

"Bang!"

Han Shuo kicked the fat man in the butt without any hesitation.

After kicking him two meters away, he spoke in an annoyed tone.

"You must be seriously ill, kid. You talk so much."

Then, too lazy to listen to the fat man's rambling any longer, he reached out and pushed open the door, stepping inside.

"snort!"

The fat man pouted and gave an unhappy hum, rubbing his buttocks while looking resentfully at Han Shuo's back.

"How annoying, you're like a blockhead, you don't understand any romance at all. It's a waste that I brought you here. Atmosphere and a sense of ritual are very important, you know."

"Serves you right for being single all this time..."

Fortunately, Han Shuo didn't hear that last sentence, otherwise, he would definitely have received a severe beating...

...

At the same time, Han Shuo's eyes widened suddenly after he walked in.

On both sides of the passageway ahead, one glass cell after another extended into the interior.

In each cell, various kinds of aliens were imprisoned with iron chains.

Clawed zombies, armored zombies, swift zombies, super-strong zombies, intelligent zombies... you name it, they have it!

Even more unusual are the variants that have undergone secondary mutations.

Moreover, for each species, it's not just one, but several, many...

To be honest, Han Shuo thought this might be where the old man was researching alien species.

After all, he had previously received intelligence that the mastermind behind the Corpse-Wearing Organization was working towards controlling the alien species.

He initially thought that there were only a few here, but he never imagined that the old man had imprisoned so many experimental subjects.

At this moment, even Han Shuo, who was always calm and composed, saw stars.

He strode forward, his mind rapidly converting the surrounding alien species into turbid liquid.

In no time, he had roughly estimated the total number.

Approximately 250 drops of turbid liquid!

That's right. If all the aliens here were killed and the turbid fluid in their heads were retrieved, there would be about 250 drops of turbid fluid.

By the way, he also killed a female giant zombie before, and with the 40 drops of turbid liquid, they actually obtained about 300 drops of turbid liquid when they broke into the hideout of the Corpse-Clad Organization.

My God, 300 drops, 300 drops!

This number is absolutely terrifying!

When he, Fatty, and Xiao Zhao return next time, they will not only be able to advance to the next level, but they will also have a considerable amount of turbid liquid left over.

"We've really struck it rich!"

The next moment, Han Shuo turned around and slapped the fat man's shoulder hard.

"Haha! Well done, you really did a great job this time!"

The fat man received the praise, and his vanity soared.

Without further ado, the two began to work.

These alien beings, imprisoned by iron chains, had no ability to resist.

The two men wore crazed smiles, one drawing a sword and the other wielding an axe.

The alien species were killed until their hands were sore, and the turbid liquid was so hard to extract that their hands cramped!

This time, they traveled across several countries, endured hardships, and stood on the edge of life and death several times.

It's safe to say that today was their happiest day yet.

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