Chapter 139 Blessed Land
Now that he knew where it was, Zhang Chu was no longer in a hurry. He threw the newspaper in his hand on the table and started wandering around the town.

The town was not big, and he had walked around it in about an hour. He estimated that there were about five or six hundred walking corpses, no, zombies, in the town.

No matter what kind of corpse it is, this world is a pretty good place for Zhang Chu.

The sacrifice and refining of the Corpse King Banner requires a corpse, the advancement of corpse refining requires corpse Qi, and the recovery of the Silver Armored Corpse also requires corpse Qi.

In this world, even the air is mixed with corpse qi. Is there any place more suitable for offering sacrifices to the Corpse King Banner and more suitable for Zhang Chu to practice?
As soon as he thought of it, the Corpse King Banner appeared in Zhang Chu's hand, and the surrounding corpse energy quickly gathered into the banner.

Nineteen refined corpses, including the silver-armored corpse, were also released by Zhang Chu, who let them move around in the town first.

As the Corpse King Banner and the nineteen refined corpses began to absorb corpse qi, the air around them suddenly became much fresher.

With just a simple cleaning technique, all the dust in the house was cleared away. Zhang Chu sat down and started to think silently.

Here, he still needs to build a charity cemetery, a fortress-like charity cemetery, and then build a Yin Gathering Formation to gather the corpse qi. Only in this way can he make better use of the corpse qi.

However, building a charity cemetery that is like a fortress takes a lot of time and requires a lot of manpower.

He doesn't have time to waste on this.

It seems that I have to be a savior in this life!
He could easily gather all the survivors together in the name of building a shelter, and then let them drive machines and practice charity.

He looked around the town and shook his head. This place was not suitable for building a charity cemetery or a fortress.

Only in cities with huge populations are it more suitable to build Yizhuang.

Apart from anything else, the zombies in the city alone are a good source of materials for refining the Corpse King Banner.

The most important thing is that there are enough building materials there.

Another problem is that the biochemical crisis in this world is man-made. Even if a charity cemetery is established, it is necessary to prevent those who are still alive behind the scenes from affecting him.

"Dang~"

Zhang Chu threw an iron basin directly on the ground, making a loud noise.

As the sound first appeared, scattered footsteps could be heard all around.

He actually gathered all the zombies in the town with his voice.

The iron basin kept hitting the ground, and more and more zombies gathered around him.

In just ten minutes or so, all the zombies in the town appeared around Zhang Chu.

The magic power was directly input into the Corpse King Banner, which immediately emitted a layer of gray light, covering the zombies around Zhang Chu.

As long as the zombies are exposed to the gray light, they will disappear immediately.

To be precise, it should have been swallowed by the Corpse King Banner.

No matter how small a mosquito is, it is still meat. Since we don’t plan to stay here anymore, we can’t just leave the five or six hundred zombies in the town alone!
After all, waste is shameful.

In a few minutes, the zombies around him were completely devoured by the Corpse King Banner.

After putting away the Corpse King Banner and the corpse refining machine, Zhang Chu went straight to the town to find a pickup truck that was in relatively good condition.

In fact, most vehicles don’t have any major problems, they just run out of gas.

With his strength that surpassed that of an iron-clad zombie, it was easy for him to push a pickup truck forward.

He pushed the pickup truck towards the town's gas station.

Looking at the dusty gas station in front of him, he parked his car there and started refueling.

After the car was filled with gas, he found a few oil drums, filled them up and placed them in the back of the pickup truck in case he ran out of gas on the road.

He took out a map he had found at a newsstand, roughly identified the direction, and drove off.

It really is a world where a biochemical crisis has broken out. The closer you get to big cities, the more zombies you see.

However, he had no intention of stopping.

He knew very well that there were satellites or something monitoring the sky all the time. If the noise was too loud, it might attract the attention of those behind the scenes.

Before the fortress was built and his strength was not increased to the point where he could withstand a nuclear bomb, he didn't want to face those people.

After all, at this time, missile washing is no longer a big deal, nuclear bomb washing is the right thing to do.

Unless Zhang Chu can find the whereabouts of those behind the scenes and completely control them, he will be able to show his strength.

Apart from some abandoned vehicles on the road, he didn't see any living people at all, so his speed was naturally not slow.

Zhang Chu stopped after driving for only a few hours. He was attracted by the extremely strong corpse smell.

“What a blessed place!”

Looking at the tall buildings in front of him, Zhang Chu nodded with satisfaction.

Although this is just a small town, it can’t handle the large population in modern society!

A small town has a population of hundreds of thousands. After the biochemical crisis broke out, basically no one in the town was spared. Therefore, hundreds of thousands of zombies are wandering here, and the corpse gas is so strong.
"It looks like the plan needs to be changed!"

Zhang Chu looked at the small city in front of him with almost greed, "No need to go to any big city, just clean up the small city first!"

"Wait for the arrival of those behind the scenes, and then go straight to Huanglong and take control of them!"

As for the savior, whoever is willing to be the savior can be the savior. Zhang Chu doesn't want the world to recover.

If he recovered, where could he find such a good place to keep corpses?
The pickup truck was abandoned directly, and Zhang Chu walked into the small town in front of him.

He was extremely excited as he felt the corpse's resentment as if it were real.

It would be fine if there was just plenty of corpse qi, but there was also so much resentment, how could he not be happy?
In fact, it is easy to understand if you think about it. They were eating hot pot and singing this song at home, and suddenly a biochemical crisis broke out and they turned into zombies. How could they not feel resentful?

Walking on the streets of the small town, looking at the zombies standing and staggering beside him, Zhang Chu walked straight into a tall building.

"It looks like,"

Looking at the furnishings in the building, "This should be a large shopping mall."

He walked straight into a room, captured a zombie and started studying it, but soon he was disappointed.

Zombies are zombies and they cannot be transformed into zombies at all.

Originally, he was thinking of refining zombies into zombies, and then making a few extremely powerful silver-armored corpses!
This time, it’s all in vain!

It would be more reliable to find a way to advance the corpse refining and allow the silver-armored corpse to restore its strength.

Zhang Chu released one corpse after another, and he could actually feel the excitement of refining the corpses.

The corpse qi and death energy that enveloped the entire town was rapidly gathering towards the corpse and was swallowed by it.

After devouring these corpse qi, death qi and resentment, the Silver-Armored Corpse recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye. In this world, it would take at most a year for the Silver-Armored Corpse to recover to its full strength.

As for those bronze-armored corpses and iron-armored corpses, after staying here for ten years or so, they may be able to advance to bronze-armored corpses and silver-armored corpses!

He couldn't help but sigh here, "What a blessed land!"

After placing the refined corpse in the building, Zhang Chu also started to tour around.

"It's not rough, it actually has electricity!"

Zhang Chu walked to the light switch and pressed it. Several lights came on, illuminating the interior of the building.

Soon, he came to a place filled with gold jewelry. With a thought, his magic power burst out of his body, and each piece of gold jewelry was directly collected into the storage space.

No matter where you go, money is essential.

Of course, in the end times, gold may really be worthless, but in many other places, gold is also very useful.

Zhang Chu quickly cleaned up each counter.

"Hmm? Is there anyone alive?"

Zhang Chu stopped immediately, and his spiritual consciousness penetrated his body and extended upwards.

He "saw" a yellow-skinned man tiptoeing down the stairs. His footsteps were very light, for fear of attracting the attention of the zombies.

Soon, the man came down the stairs. Seeing the light turned on, he suddenly became nervous. He held the pistol tightly in his hand and slowly walked towards the shelf. He was really too hungry, otherwise he would not dare to walk out of the room.

However, he remembered that when he came down to get food a few days ago, the building had already fallen into darkness. Why were the lights on today?
Is someone coming?

Thinking of this, he moved a little faster.

The food was limited, and if everyone took it away, he would starve to death.

Not long after, the man bumped into Zhang Chu. Seeing Zhang Chu, who had white hair, pale skin and was wearing a Taoist robe, he was stunned.

"Taoist priest?"

The man called out tentatively.

"What are you doing, sir?"

Zhang Chu looked at the gun in his hand and asked, "Why is he still carrying a pistol?"

"Is it really the happy America where gunfights happen every day?"

Looking at Zhang Chu's extremely indifferent expression, he began to wonder if he was dreaming.

There are zombies everywhere outside and a biohazard has broken out. How can you be so relaxed?

Soon, his face became interesting, as if he remembered something, and he suddenly became excited, "Master, can you deal with those zombies outside?"

He was not a native American, he came here to study. Looking at Zhang Chu in his Taoist robe, he felt a strange vision. Thinking of Zhang Chu's indifferent look, an idea suddenly came to his mind.

After all, the legend of cultivating immortals exists not only in one world, but also in this world.

If he really meets a cultivator, that would be his great opportunity. Why would he be afraid of zombies?

"Zombies?"

Zhang Chu laughed, "Are there any zombies that are more powerful?"

"Are you really a cultivator?"

When he heard Zhang Chu mention zombies, he became even more excited.

"Xiu Xian?"

Zhang Chu simply waved his hand and said, "I am a Taoist, not an immortal!"

"Cultivation?"

The man was suddenly speechless. What is the difference between practicing Taoism and cultivating immortals?

"Then, Taoist Priest,"

After a moment's hesitation, the man continued, "Are you here to save the world?"

"Save the world?"

Zhang Chu looked at the person in front of him in great surprise, "What on earth made you come up with such an idea?"

"What does this world have to do with me?"

"What's more, for me, this world is my blessed land, why should I save it?"

The man fell silent immediately. He felt that he understood every word Zhang Chu said, but when they were put together, he couldn't understand them anymore.

Shouldn't those who practice Taoism save the people?
Suddenly, he seemed to have thought of something, and the expression on his face became more interesting, even a little frightened.

"Master,"

He said tremblingly, "Are you a demon cultivator?"

"Demon cultivator?"

Zhang Chu touched his chin and said, "This title is quite suitable for me!"

"I am indeed a demon cultivator!"

After receiving a positive answer, the man's face suddenly turned pale, without a trace of blood, and his face showed an extremely terrified expression.

He had also read online novels, especially before the outbreak of the Resident Evil, there were many online novels about magic cultivation on the Terminal website.

He would sacrifice the entire Blue Planet at any time, and even enjoyed refining souls and taking spirits!
If he encounters an evil cultivator, will he still be alive?

"Boy,"

Looking at the face of the person in front of me, it seems like a dyeing room, sometimes white, sometimes purple, "What are you thinking about?"

"Although I am a demon cultivator, I am not so crazy as to destroy the entire Blue Planet!"

Of course, there is one thing Zhang Chu hasn't said yet. If he could become an immortal person, he could cultivate not only one blue star, but even ten blue stars.

"Hehe~"

After hearing Zhang Chu's words, the man finally felt a little relieved, but he still looked at Zhang Chu with fear.

"what's your name?"

"Ma Jun!"

"Immortal immortal,"

Zhang Chu glanced at the pistol in Ma Jun's hand, which was slightly raised, and said, "That thing in your hand is useless to me!"

"Hehe~"

Ma Jun smiled awkwardly and didn't dare to say anything, let alone put down his gun.

"I am still short of someone to serve me,"

Then, he heard a voice that sounded like the sound of nature, and immediately shouted, "I am willing!"

"Yes."

As soon as Zhang Chu finished speaking, countless footsteps were heard.

It was really because Ma Jun's voice just now was too loud, which attracted the zombies outside, and they rushed into the building quickly.

"Master,"

Hearing the chaotic footsteps, Ma Jun's face suddenly turned pale, and he looked at Zhang Chu in front of him nervously.

"Just a zombie,"

Zhang Chu shook his head, "What's there to be afraid of?"

Then, Zhang Chu had an idea, and several refined corpses ran towards him quickly.

"Master, zombies, zombies!"

Ma Jun was almost unable to hold back and shoot.

"look carefully!"

Zhang Chu took a look at the frightened Ma Jun and finally understood that the pistol in Ma Jun's hand was just a decoration - there were no bullets.

Immediately afterwards, several refined corpses stopped in front of Zhang Chu.

"roar~"

A howl sounded, and the zombies rushing forward became even more excited.

Uh, Zhang Chu forgot, they are not zombies, they are zombies!

The pressure from the corpse refiners is useless to them!

　Chapter 2 Delay

　
(End of this chapter)