Chapter 470 First Hearing of the Corpse Master
At this moment, Han Shuo was chatting with Lun En in the room. After all, they were leaving the next morning, and since they had gotten along well these past two days, they naturally wanted to say goodbye.
However, before the two could exchange more than a few polite words, a mercenary rushed in from outside.
"Boss, there are survivors arriving outside the stadium!"
"Um?"
Lenn frowned, let out a soft "hmm," and quickly stood up from his chair.
He was very puzzled. Normally, he would not see a wave of survivors for months at a time, but recently, three waves had come.
This is clearly an extremely abnormal phenomenon.
"Let's go take a look!"
After he finished speaking, he quickly walked towards the door.
Han Shuo, who was standing to the side, was also a little curious, so he got up and followed them out. He also used his communicator to notify his brothers, knowing that Fatty and the others also liked to join in the fun.
...
A few minutes later, the crowd gathered outside the stadium.
Just as the mercenary had said, there were a dozen or so ragged survivors surrounded by Lenn's men ahead.
There were more men than women, and no elderly or children among them. Their faces showed exhaustion, but their eyes held a sense of relief after surviving a disaster.
These people were no longer foreigners. Han Shuo glanced at them briefly and felt that they were survivors who had lived to this day from the local area.
When Lun En saw that they were from his own country, he breathed a sigh of relief.
To be honest, Qin Hongling and Han Shuo had both given him quite a bit of trouble, so now when he sees foreigners, he's genuinely a little apprehensive.
With a smile on his face, he took the initiative to go up and talk to the other person.
"Who are you? What do you want here?"
As soon as he opened his mouth, Fatty and the others rushed out of the stadium, nodded to Han Shuo, and surrounded him.
Seeing that Lun En had begun communicating with the other party, Li Shurou immediately began translating for the others.
...
"Are you... are you the leader?"
One of the men, who seemed to be the leader, asked nervously, and when Lenn nodded in response, a look of joy appeared on his face.
"Great! Our previous organization was wiped out. We fled here on foot from the south for several days."
"Oh My God!"
Lenn patted his forehead in exasperation. Had the organization been wiped out again? He seemed to have just heard that phrase not long ago.
However, he didn't think too much about it for the time being and continued to ask in a friendly manner.
"Are you the only ones who survived? Did you encounter a horde of zombies? Or mutated zombies?"
"Yes, yes, there are only about a dozen of us left."
The leading man nodded hurriedly, and then, as if recalling the hellish scene from that day, a look of fear involuntarily appeared on his face.
"They're not mutated zombies, they're a horde of zombies, there are probably tens of thousands, no, no, there should be hundreds of thousands, their numbers are overwhelming."
"They suddenly appeared at our camp and began tearing at my companions."
"We had no chance to resist, we could only run, we could only run..."
At this point, the man's body trembled, and he stammered as he spoke.
"Oh right, I also saw someone behind the zombie horde, it looked like a boy. It seemed like he brought those zombies there. The boy was whipping them non-stop."
"He's a demon, a demon!"
...
As soon as the words fell, Lenn stood there, stunned.
"Is someone controlling the zombies?"
He had never seen or heard of such a thing before.
However, the next second, when Han Shuo heard the man utter the word "boy," his eyes instantly turned sharp.
Not only him, but even the fat man and the others changed their expressions.
In that instant, the image of Wai Di, that ungrateful wretch, instinctively flashed into their minds.
Han Shuo reacted the fastest, hurriedly walking up to the man and asking him questions.
"You're saying it's a boy controlling zombies? What does he look like? Is he missing an arm?"
"ah?"
The man gasped, somewhat startled by Han Shuo's gaze. He stood there stunned for a moment before quickly responding.
"Yes, it should be a boy. I was too far away to see his face clearly. But, he's not missing an arm."
"Are you sure?!" Han Shuo shouted again.
The man frowned, thought it through carefully in his mind, and then nodded seriously.
"It's confirmed, he's not disabled, he has both arms."
"Hmm...did I mistake you for someone else?"
Han Shuo thought to himself, then said nothing more and stood there quietly lost in thought.
Although the boy fits the image of the crooked brother, according to the man, that person used a whip, and since he wasn't missing an arm, there is indeed a significant discrepancy when comparing them.
Weapons can be replaced, but arms can't grow back.
He believed that the Corpse-Clad Organization was behind the attack on the men's camp by the zombie horde.
He had not had close contact with the members of this organization, and it was not surprising that some of them were quite strange.
Besides, Wai Di should be next to the Zombie King right now. With this towering tree around, it's unlikely that he'll get involved with this evil organization.
Based on Han Shuo's understanding of the Zombie King, he felt that if the two sides were to meet, they would definitely be enemies.
After all, as a unique being in this world, the Zombie King possesses his own inherent pride, and there are certain things he will not allow to happen...
Thinking of this, Han Shuo instinctively banished the thought of his suspicious brother from his mind.
...
At this moment, seeing the scene before him, Lenn couldn't contain his curiosity and turned to ask.
"Friend, what's wrong? Is it someone you used to know?"
Han Shuo shook his head and stopped thinking about it.
"No, they must have mistaken you for someone else."
After he finished speaking, he turned around and returned to his previous position.
The silver-haired man's gaze also turned serious, and he nodded to everyone.
"It should be the Corpse-Clad Organization."
Xiao Zhao added, "Yes, this person just said they encountered a zombie horde. There shouldn't be any alien species or zombified beasts in there. If the zombie king had come here, he definitely wouldn't have given these people a chance to escape!"
Afterwards, everyone gathered together for a brief discussion, and Lenn continued to ask the man a few questions.
Of everyone present, only the fat man's thought process was the most abnormal.
He pouted and kept muttering to himself in place.
"Strange, there are even people with whips among the corpse-wearing men?"
"That's really perverted. The person is already dead and can't feel any pain anymore, yet they still use a whip to drive them. Isn't that redundant?"
"Tch, I think we should stop calling them Corpse-Clad People and start calling them Corpse-Strategists. They're not only evil, but they also play such perverted games!"
...
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com