The two quickly left the place where the trouble was.
"Bro, were you serious about what you just said?"
"This place is dangerous at every turn; you never know when you'll die. It's hardly a game anymore! I don't even know how I've survived this long..."
"That makes sense. I guess only the top-ranked players find this game fun. Your ranking is probably pretty high, right?"
The player sighed and said, completely unaware of Zou Wenyao's strange look.
Zou Wenyao opened his mouth, about to speak, when at that moment, a mutated zombie with incredible speed charged towards them, baring its fangs and claws. In its wake, broken bricks and tiles were trampled and scattered everywhere, raising a cloud of dust.
They came for the two of them!
Zou Wenyao noticed it immediately. His expression changed, and he grabbed the shoulder of the player next to him. Before the other player could react, he quickly snatched the card album from his waist.
Then, with a burst of strength, he flung the player toward the mutated zombie!
"?!!"
The player couldn't react in time and stumbled forward, unable to regain his balance before falling heavily to the ground, his eyes filled with terror and disbelief.
He never imagined that the person who had just saved him would steal his card album and use him as a shield.
The player scrambled to his feet in a panic, demanding incredulously, "Why? You just saved me!!"
Zou Wenyao sneered.
"Fool, it's for your card collection, of course. You're right, this game isn't for you!"
As he spoke, he turned and ran, clutching the card album he had stolen. He kept glancing back as he ran, afraid that the mutated zombie would abandon the player who had been thrown out and chase after him instead.
Only when the sound of pursuit behind him disappeared did he dare to slow down slightly and pant heavily.
Phew... It seems that zombie had eaten its fill, which is why it didn't chase after us anymore. But this dungeon is too outrageous; it's practically designed to kill the players.
Zou Wenyao secretly rejoiced, straightened up with a sigh of relief, and opened the card album to check.
Besides two bottles of mineral water, there was only one (★★★) [Health Recovery Card], one (★★) [Motorcycle], and one (★) [Half-eaten Bread].
The card album, which he had gone through so much trouble to obtain, should have been full of cards, but who would have thought that it contained only a few worthless junk cards? Zou Wenyao was furious. He cursed incessantly and slammed the card album to the ground with a loud bang.
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a strange figure not far away.
His eyes snapped to attention, and he was shocked to find a zombie sitting brazenly on a park bench.
The zombie casually crossed its legs, staring at him with an air of nonchalance, with what appeared to be a broken shovel lying beside it.
Strange, why does he look so familiar?
"Damn it, what are you looking at?!" Zou Wenyao felt uneasy under that gaze, his face darkened, and he quickly waved his hands. In an instant, the surrounding air seemed to be distorted by the rolling heat wave, and it looked as if raging flames were about to burst forth.
Yu Xiangnan, who witnessed the entire process of Zou Wenyao pushing someone, reacted quickly, grabbed a small broken shovel, and with a slight smile on his lips, swiftly approached Zou Wenyao.
Before Zou Wenyao could unleash his skill, Yu Xiangnan swiftly intervened and interrupted the spellcasting.
Without saying a word, she threw the shovel in her hand at Zou Wenyao.
The shovel looked old and worn, its body covered in mottled rust, as if a piece of iron would fall off at the slightest touch. Yet this unassuming shovel was now carrying an indescribable sense of oppression as it flew straight toward Zou Wenyao.
Zou Wenyao's heart tightened, and an inexplicable fear arose spontaneously. He could no longer care about using his skills and could only forcibly stop his actions, awkwardly dodging to the side.
What's going on with this zombie?!
Before he could even react, Yu Xiangnan had already raised his leg and kicked him in the face.
The kick was swift and precise. Caught completely off guard, Zou Wenyao had no time to parry or react. Like a kite with a broken string, he flew through the air in a pathetic arc before being sent flying straight away.
"Thump!!!"
With a dull yet loud thud, Zou Wenyao crashed heavily into a large tree in the park, causing the trunk to shake violently.
Yu Xiangnan clapped his hands, feeling refreshed after beating the man up.
The Elementalist class is really good; they're tougher and more durable than Mages, so you won't get one-shotted.
"No, don't kill me!"
Zou Wenyao looked at his health points, which were now mostly depleted, and his heart was filled with fear.
For the first time, he felt death so acutely close.
Yu Xiangnan approached him step by step with a blank expression, his steps steady, without uttering a single word.
After all, how can zombies talk?
On the self-cultivation of NPCs.
Unfortunately, she could only beat up Zou Wenyao, but couldn't kill him herself. If an NPC kills a player from Shui Muxing, the mission will automatically be considered a failure, and all rewards already obtained will be revoked.
However, just now, she came up with a good idea—
Let Zou Wenyao and Ge Fan fight each other.
Neither of them are good people anyway; you could clap and cheer either of them if they died.
Yu Xiangnan could now sense Ge Fan's approximate location. "Hearing his voice before seeing him, seeing his body before seeing him," it was hard not to know where he was.
If we can successfully guide Zou Wenyao in that direction, we can complete this plan.
Yu Xiangnan quickly calculated in his mind, then deliberately gave himself away by pretending to trip over a stone by the roadside and stagger forward a few steps.
Zou Wenyao was also very helpful. His eyes lit up, thinking his chance had come. He immediately perked up, got up from the ground, and started running with all his might. Yu Xiangnan followed behind him, and whenever Zou Wenyao went astray, she would immediately throw out her small broken shovel to "correct" him.
Not long after, Zou Wenyao spotted Ge Fan, who was fiercely fighting with a mutated zombie not far away. Overjoyed, he shouted for help at the top of his lungs.
At this moment, Ge Fan had consumed a lot of energy in the continuous battle against the mutated zombies, and his face turned slightly gloomy when he saw Zou Wenyao appear.
"Are you being chased by zombies?"
Zou Wenyao nodded vigorously, but when he turned around, he found that there was no one behind him.
He froze for a moment, muttering incoherently, "No, this is impossible. There was definitely a zombie chasing me just now... and that zombie was holding an iron shovel."
However, before he could finish speaking, several gleaming metal blades came hurtling towards him.
Zou Wenyao's pupils contracted sharply, and the already bruised and swollen areas on his face were instantly slashed open by the sharp blade, leaving a bloody gash.
Now, his health is truly at rock bottom!
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