The Necromancer is amassing troops like crazy in the apocalypse

Chapter 46:, Take a Walk_l

Translator: 549690339

The carriage was filled with a faint aroma.

Slyther wore a fitted purple gown that showed off her voluptuous figure, reclining leisurely on a wooden couch.

Contrasting sharply with her was Yuli, who was seated next to her.

Snuggled at their feet was a cheetah, lazy and yawning, it glanced in their direction before closing its eyes again.

He felt the carriage begin to move slowly.

Wu Heng asked with doubt, “Mrs. Slyther, where are we going?”

Slyther bent down and grabbed a fresh personal cup from beneath the couch, pouring him a glass of fruit wine as she casually responded, “Afraid we might abduct you?”

“I should at least know where we’re going!”

He wasn’t worried about any harm coming to him in Black Stone Town.

But he deserved to know where they were going.

Allowing a woman total control was hardly a wise decision.

“We’ll take a tour around the city and then drop you back home”, Slyther said with a smile.

Wu Heng continued to stare at her, somewhat confused about what she meant.

The carriage continued to trudge along the road, gently swaying.

Slyther continued her questioning, “From what Yuli tells me, you’re looking for some items or Skill Books?”

Wu Heng glanced at the curly-haired girl across from him.

She was trying her best to pull the sleepy cheetah into her lap.

She pulled it out long and thin.

“Hmm, I did casually ask about it.”

“There are generally two ways to acquire Skill Books and items, either through assignments from the Professional Association, through some merchant channels, or…”, Slyther sipped her fruit wine and continued, “Or some underground markets, also known as the black market.”

Black market?

There was such a place in Black Stone Town.

“If you can’t find what you want on the open market, or you need to sell something, the black market is your best choice.”

Wu Heng frowned at her.

Getting acquainted with a Secret Speaker seemed to yield some unexpected information.

“Does Black Stone Town not care?”

“Of course Black Stone Town doesn’t allow it, but these places aren’t completely open to the public. Few people can reach them.”

Wu Heng pondered for a moment, feeling that it might indeed be worthwhile to check it out.

“So how do I get to this black market?”

Slyther took another sip of her wine and continued, “Outsiders can’t get in. I’ll take Yuli there tomorrow. If you want, you can come along.”

After considering for a moment and concluding she had no reason to lie to him, Wu Heng nodded his head.

Slyther smiled, “You’ll need to be up early tomorrow, and don’t forget to bring money. I won’t be paying for you.”

“Alright.”

Before long, the carriage slowed down.

Through the slit in the curtain, he could see that the carriage had stopped in front of a fabric shop.

“Madam, we’ve procured the items you requested.”

“Hmm, let’s head back!”

The carriage, turning around, began its journey back the way they had come.

At the junction of the crowded area, Wu Heng and Basen were dropped off. The carriage then slowly drove away.

Wu Heng watched the gradually dwindling carriage as he made his way back home.

Discussing matters in a moving carriage seemed to be rather convenient.

On the departing carriage.

Yuli clung onto the cheetah’s foreleg, muttering under her breath, “Hmph, hideous necromancer.”

Slyther gave her an annoyed look and continued, “You both are newcomers and on the same team, you should get along.”

“Me? With a necromancer? What could we possibly have in common?” Yuli exclaimed, pointing a finger at herself.

Slyther smiled, “Then help me gather information.”

“You’re that curious about him? He’s just a normal person, right?” Yuli asked curiously.

“Hmm.” Slyther nodded, leaning back on the wooden couch and said nothing more.

Upon returning to his dwelling, Wu Heng locked the door behind him.

His trip with Slyther wasn’t a total loss.

At the very least, he had gotten wind of a place, the black market.

A place with few restrictions, where people weren’t afraid of leaving a trail.

Just what he needed.

Twilight was gradually darkening.

Making sure no one else would come, he once again took out the ‘Corpse Core’ with its accompanying potion.

After disinfecting the Corpse Core with white wine, he swallowed it directly. [Constitution+1, Agility+2]

The Corpse Core dissolved in his stomach promptly, with a system notification appearing right after.

That filled Wu Heng with joy.

It indeed can be used repeatedly.

The Mutated Zombies in the Zombie World have really become a hunting ground for extracting attributes.

He achieved a clear increase in his attributes.

In his mind, he felt the burning sensation brought on by the virus rise from his abdomen again, rapidly spreading throughout his body.

Having had previous experience, he wasn’t as panicked.

Quickly, he picked up a potion next to him, uncorked the bottle, and drank it directly.

The burning sensation gradually disappeared and the signs of poisoning in his body also faded.

A while later, all symptoms disappeared completely.

Even so, Wu Heng was drenched in sweat, gasping for breath heavily.

“This is really no easy task.”

His attributes indeed improved, but the resulting physical pain was also unbearable.

It wasn’t the kind of pain that comes from being physically hurt, but rather, the pain of a bone marrow cell being torn apart from within the body.

About half an hour later.

Wu Heng proceeded to open the second Corpse Core, following the same procedure as before.

He disinfected the Corpse Core with alcohol and swallowed it back. [Strength+2, Agility+2]

The attribute prompt appeared again, and Wu Heng immediately opened another potion and drank it.

About half an hour later.

He continued to ingest the third Corpse Core.

[Constitution+2, Agility+2.]

He took another potion.

After all three were consumed, Wu Heng felt as if his body had reached its limit.

Despite no prompt, he could feel the toll on his body from consuming these three Corpse Cores consecutively.

It appears that these Corpse Cores need to be ingested with a certain amount of time in between to allow the body to recover.

He opened the attribute panel.

[Name: Wu Heng]

[Profession: Necromancer]

[Level: 4 (876/6500)]

[Attributes: Strength 12, Agility 19, Constitution 19, Intelligence 17, Perception

10, Charm 13]

[Expertise: Spear Mastery (Beginner)]

[Skills: Bone Manipulation Skill, Acid Splash, Grease Skill, Dancing Light Skill] Looking at his own attributes, Wu Heng knitted his brows.

After swallowing the Corpse Cores consecutively, his agility and physical attributes have increased and become the highest attributes.

For a mage like himself, these two attributes had unexpectedly surpassed intelligence.

He went to the mirror, took off his shirt and found his upper body filled with muscles, especially the abdominal and chest muscles, which are more distinct. “I have abs now,” Wu Heng touched his own abs.

Not just the physique, his attributes were also not inferior to those of the same level melee occupations.

This was a good thing; it could help him survive better.

He appreciated himself for a while before preparing to rest on the bed.

After taking the potion, he was still in a state of weakness; he decided to cancel today’s swordsmanship training.

The next day, early in the morning.

After eating breakfast, Wu Heng went directly to the Zombie World.

As soon as he walked up to the rooftop, he saw the ghostly figure of a little girl floating in the air, constantly muttering something.

The skeletons, which were originally on standby on the roof, were holding kitchen knives and following the ghost frantically.

Why did it follow him here?

Wu Heng was surprised that the ghost dared to follow him here.

As he approached, he heard the ghost’s voice coming over in a weepy tone. “Grandpa, Dad, don’t move around too much, I can’t find you!” The number of skeletons had reached close to seven hundred.

Chasing the ghost around on the roof, the scene was quite chaotic.

Thankfully, there were railings on the edge of the roof; otherwise, a large number of skeletons would probably have fallen off.

Wu Heng, holding a wooden stick, quickened his pace. Just as he was about to cast a spell, the ghost of the little girl, as if she had seen some monster, disappeared into the building next door with a cry.

Wu Heng immediately ordered the skeletons to “Standby in place!”