Chapter 41 Post-War Settlement
Shortly after the chef zombie died, his bloated body was dyed black by blood and turned into a black statue, like the shape of solidified embers, standing motionless in the center of the supermarket.

The shaky and broken light bulb on the ceiling was the only source of light at this moment. From time to time, a "pop" sound could be heard, and the electric sparks flashed in the darkness and were drowned in the air filled with the smell of blood.

The four players sat down against a cold wall.

Their eyes were fixed on the panel in front of them, their fingers sliding across the screen skillfully, quickly examining the spoils of copy No. 5.

[You will leave the dungeon in two minutes. The dungeon rewards have been sent to every player's bag. Please confirm receipt...]

[You have obtained the standard clearance rewards for copy ⑤: 3000. 1500 mall coins; . experience points; . One "E-level equipment" lottery ticket; . One-time summoning card "self-destructing zombie". ]

[Your level has been raised to Lv.4 (0 points/2000 points), and you have obtained an attribute point that can be allocated at will. ]

[Attribute points have been added to "Physical Fitness". Your "Physical Fitness" attribute has been increased to 19 points. ]

Ke Mingye closed the panel and looked forward.

Before dying, the chef zombie vomited a pool of solid blood, which stuck to the pillar in a sticky manner.

At this moment, the solid blood was like a slowly melting ice cube, with one or two drops sliding down from time to time and falling onto the ground, making a ticking sound.

They just checked the big hole deep in the supermarket, where the chef zombie rushed out, and found that there was nothing inside except a huge beating heart.

After Ke Mingye signaled the three people with his eyes, he shot out a spider silk from his right hand, stuck to the heart, and slowly pulled it out.

The next moment, the heart exploded, splashing blood all over everyone. They thought some rare items would appear, so they pinched their noses and bent over to search in the pool of blood.

It turned out to be nothing.

Not only did they lose their wife, but they also had to pay for their soldiers. They were now in a very miserable state, covered in blood that they couldn't even wipe clean.

However, the copy cannot be entered again after the challenge is successfully completed. It would be a shame if I missed some hidden level. After investigating it with this idea in mind, I finally put my mind at ease.

At this moment, Ke Mingye had the puppet sit cross-legged on the ground and was the first to speak and break the silence.

"You're not hurt, are you?"

"It's okay." Orange Peel turned around and smiled at him, "Shouldn't we ask you, its hatred is basically all on you?"

"Nothing serious. I think we should be more worried about the punk girl," said Ke Mingye.

"I'm warning you, don't call me a punk girl. If this body wasn't originally a punk girl, I wouldn't have to work so hard to fit in with the character every day."

Qing Meng said this, giving him a cold sidelong glance.

"Personality is largely determined by experience, and memories of previous lives also count as experience. So it's not surprising that you were influenced by her and became a punk girl."

Fan Quan sat on an overturned shelf, staring at the Bible in his hands, and spoke without raising his head.

He paused and said, "Also, it doesn't matter if you get hurt in the dungeon, you will be healed immediately when you return to reality."

"Okay." Qing Meng said, "Since it doesn't matter, can I shoot you in the head?"

"random."

"Tsk, you're really a freak."

Qing Meng no longer looked at him. As he spoke, he disassembled the pistol in his hand and lowered his head to practice the assembly process of the gun.

In the player panel, "general skills" such as "cooking skills" and "firearms use" have proficiency levels. The higher the proficiency, the higher the level of the general skill.

If you want to improve the level of the general skill of "firearms use", it is not necessary to only "shoot" as a way. Practicing the disassembly and assembly of firearms is also a good way.

"Punk girl, can you stop being so scary?" Ke Mingye said, "A bullet to his head won't kill him, but it will still hurt, right?"

"So what? It doesn't matter if you say it like that. Let him get used to it as soon as possible." Qing Meng said.

"That's right." Fanquan said expressionlessly, "I suggest that you all experience the stimulation of pain while you are still in the dungeon, so that you don't give up the opportunity to struggle in real combat because you can't bear the pain. For example, if you break an arm, you can still run, but if you just kneel on the ground, covering your broken arm and screaming, then you're done."

"Makes sense."

Orange peel nodded and echoed.

In their previous lives, they were all workers or students. If they really fought with those superheroes, they would probably grimace in pain if they got a little scratched, not to mention whether they could think calmly after losing their hands or feet. Ke Mingye was especially aware of this. With his understanding of Qing Ya, he always felt that even if his father had a big hole in his stomach, he could still think calmly about what to do next.

Since the enemy can do it, then we have to do it too, otherwise how can we fight them?

Qing Meng pointed his index finger at Fan Quan and squinted his eyes as he said to Ke Mingye, "Do you know how weird this guy is?"

"How weird is it?"

Ke Mingye asked curiously, looking up at the intellectual sitting on the shelf.

Orange peel answered the question for her, telling the story slowly.

"Today on the way to Yandai Commercial Street, we were harassed by a pair of beggars. He wanted to give them two yuan, but Fan Quan said that this would not solve the fundamental problem. So he joined the two beggars and taught them how to beg in a more urban way. He then took a commission from them at regular intervals. As a result, he was chased by the two beggars, scolding him all the way."

Ke Mingye was stunned for a moment. He originally thought that this man was just a little unkind because he read too many books. He didn't expect that this man had the potential to be a psychopath.

"He just doesn't act like a normal person."

Qing Meng shrugged and complained while assembling the pistol with a "click, click" sound.

"It is better to teach a man to fish than to give him a fish. I taught them how to beg for money to survive, so they won't have to worry about food and drink in the future." Fanquan defended himself, "Their way of begging for money is still the rural way. They haven't changed their thinking after coming to the city."

"See? This is what happens when you read too many books."

Orange Peel supported himself on the ground with his hands, doing push-ups while teasing him.

"Really?" Qingmeng said.

"Yes." Ke Mingye nodded.

"If I find a skill in the mall that can check the educational level of teammates, then I might consider paying the full amount for it." Fanquan stretched out his fingers to flip the pages of the book, making a cold and sarcastic remark.

"Alright." Orange Peel stood up from the ground and clapped his hands. "The dungeon is about to be released. Let's add each other as friends?"

"Do not."

The anti-dog refused decisively.

"You're acting mysterious, eh? You intellectual?" Orange Peel also started to call him that.

"Okay, then I'll keep it mysterious too, so don't add me." Ke Mingye said.

Although he said this, he actually had his reasons for not adding friends: the trickster puppet could not use the communication list, and adding friends had to be done in person, and he couldn't ask the real person to come over.

"You guys are so childish."

Mumbling something, Qingmeng successfully assembled a pistol, inserted the magazine and pulled the slide to load the gun.

"If you don't want to join, then don't join. There's a discussion group anyway." Orange Peel glanced at the countdown on the panel and waved his hand. "The countdown is almost up. Goodbye everyone."

"See you next time, Brother Orange." Ke Mingye also waved at him.

"bye."

Qingmeng said goodbye to them while putting the three pistols into the backpack and slinging it over his shoulder.

"We'll let you know when we find the next suitable copy. See you then."

Fan Quan uttered a lukewarm remark, and then the four of them disappeared in the supermarket.

After falling into a brief period of darkness, the trickster puppet came to his senses and found himself standing in an empty alley on the Tobacco Street.

The location of the real world after leaving the dungeon is chosen by the player, and the system will provide some "unmonitored" places as options. Ke Mingye chose an alley behind the Yandai Cinema. The other three chose different places, so they could not be seen around.

At this time, the blood-stained school uniform on the puppet was restored to cleanliness, just like it was before entering the copy.

"Well, now that the dungeon is complete, I hope the movie is over too."

Ke Mingye thought so and asked the puppet to wait in the alley for a while, while he opened his eyes in the cinema.

(End of this chapter)