The Necromancer is amassing troops like crazy in the apocalypse

The mission for today was to scour building material warehouses, replenishing spear materials and tools.

Because the destination was somewhat distant, Wu Heng opted to transport a portion of skeletons with trucks rather than having them cover the distance on foot as before.

As they began to leave the residential area behind, the road started to clear up.

Occasionally, scattered zombies were attracted and left far behind by the convoy.

Wu Heng sat in the passenger seat of the middle truck, with Li Yahong behind the wheel.

“Did you sleep well last night?” Li Yahong glanced at him and struck up a conversation.

“Not bad; how about you?” Wu Heng replied.

Back in Black Stone Town, when the zombie outbreak first started and the Necromancer profession was suppressed, he often struggled with sleepless nights.

During that time, he would drill spear techniques late into the night until he could fall asleep.

Once they had arrived in Lundham City, where there was no limitation on the Undead Mage, he began to gradually adjust.

His sleep was better after that.

“I’m pretty good. Was worried before about zombies rushing at us, but now I can sleep soundly through the night.” Li Yahong shared with a smile.

“When we return to the prison, we’ll each have separate living quarters for better rest,” Wu Heng stated.

“Yeah. It’ll still have power supply, life will definitely be better than here,” Li Yahong continued while steering the truck, then asked, “What plans do you have later?”

“There’s not much to my plans, just continue enhancing my own strength.”

After a moment of silence, Li Yahong asked again, “Will you leave us behind, once the skeletons learn to drive and use tools, will you still need us around?”

A frown crossed Wu Heng’s face, he didn’t expect such a question.

However, he quickly figured out her concerns.

He had arranged for her to learn to drive and use tools, and she was very quick to master them, capable of working tirelessly.

This could replace them.

Just as modernized factories replace labor force, majority of people would be dismissed.

“If you follow my instructions, you won’t be.”

Li Yahong lifted her head somewhat defiantly, “Am I not obedient?”

Uhh… Wu Heng was paralyzed by her retort.

“Obedient…”

After he answered, the inside of the truck fell into silence, and a blush began to creep up Li Yahong’s face.

Zizizi~!

The noise of electric currents transmitted from the truck’s radio, followed by a voice, “This is the lead truck, we’ve entered the scheduled area. All we see are houses made of red bricks, it looks like countryside.”

Li Yahong picked up the radio, asking, “Any zombies?”

“None. We’ve entered this area and there are no zombies in sight.”

Li Yahong looked to Wu Heng, continued, “Stop on the edge of the village.”

“Alright!”

The convoy slowly moved forward a bit further, then halted.

Wu Heng and Li Yahong stepped out of the truck and looked around.

All they could see were low houses made of red bricks.

This was said to be a warehouse, but it looked more like unused old single-story houses at the edge of the city.

“There’s a warehouse here?” Wu Heng asked.

Li Yahong nodded. “My father knew the owner of a building supply store. He had turned his old house into a warehouse.”

Wu heng nodded, “Where?”

Li Yahong pointed to an alley, claiming, “I remember it being over there, with a fairly large yard.”

Wu Heng looked around, saying, “Li Yahong, follow me. Everyone else stay in the truck. If there’s danger, use the radio to contact us.”

“Sure!”

The two of them, accompanied by a swarm of skeletons, entered the village.

Headed towards the warehouse.

…

Inside the truck.

The others were grouped together, chit-chatting.

“Does Sister Hong like that King Yama I mean, the way they look at each other is a dead giveaway.”

“You’re only realizing now? I’ve noticed a long time ago.”

“If Sister Hong can get him, we’ll benefit too. We will be like family.”

“If he’s King Yama, then doesn’t Sister Hong need some badass nickname?”

“An ogress?”

“Damn, you said that. Not me!”

The group chatted and laughed in hushed voices.

Suddenly, a creaking sound.

The truck door was yanked open directly. Several men wearing black jackets were standing by the door, pointing handguns at them.

“Fellas, don’t move. Careful not to trigger the gun.”