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Another deafening gunshot.

A man trying to escape had blood gush out from his back, as he was thrown over a meter away.

Everyone’s faces turned even more grave.

They quickly hid behind the truck, not daring to remain exposed out in the open.

But the skeleton dogs from afar were getting closer, and more skeletons armed with weapons appeared in their sight.

“Ah! Run, if we don’t run now we’re going to die for sure!” someone shouted.

“Let’s all run together, whoever survives, survives.” another person echoed.

“Okay! One, two, three, charge!”

The moment the voice fell, one person showed his head.

The sound of the sniper rifle echoed, his chest was pierced by a bullet.

The few who were left streaked out from behind the vehicle in a flash, scattering and fleeing away.

Whoosh~!

The skeleton dogs swiftly passed them by, quickly catching up and knocking a few down, ferociously tearing their flesh apart.

The entire area was filled with the agony of screams.

When the field gradually quieted down.

Wu Heng and the others, escorted by skeletons, emerged from one side.

Glancing at the truck parked on the side.

They lead their team into the farmyard across them.

The yard was spacious, with some crops growing, it seemed that this group of people had a decent lifestyle.

They even had fresh vegetables to eat.

Apart from the area where crops were planted, five cool-looking black motorcycles were parked on one side of the concrete floor.

Although Wu Heng didn’t know much about motorcycles, he was sure they weren’t cheap given their appearance.

These people must have been quite wealthy before.

After looking over the yard, they turned their gaze to the middle two-story house, which was covered with white porcelain tiles. It was one of the nicest places in the area.

The skeletons went in first to inspect the place.

After confirming there were no dangers, Wu Heng and the others followed.

The inside was filled with household items, scavenged food.

Qiangzi and the others were bound on the firewood stack on the ground, huddled up there.

Seeing that the people were fine, Li Yahong sighed in relief.

These people were her backbone, those she could trust.

When they would reach the prison, she would rely on them to hold her ground. If they were to die here.

It would be a loss for her.

After all, they were all companions who had survived together. She didn’t want them to die here either.

The people on the ground became embarrassed when they saw Wu Heng and Li Yahong come in.

Shame faced, they turned their heads to one side.

“Untie them, and check the vehicles,” Wu Heng said directly.

Li Yahong walked in, kicked the men lying on the ground a couple of times, and bent over to untie the hemp rope that bound their hands and feet.

The few of them had their heads lowered. They wanted to explain themselves, but didn’t know what to say.

“Go, go check the cars,” Li Yahong said.

The men left in a hurry.

“Search the room, take everything that’s useful!” Wu Heng commanded.

Li Yahong and the newly joined med student began to rummage.

Wu Heng went back outside, the skeleton dogs had dragged the corpses of the escapees back.

They searched the bodies and found three handguns.

The bullets were not plentiful, likely not scavenged from the public security bureau.

After all, the firearms there were kept in safes; getting them out wouldn’t be easy.

They directly transformed the corpses into skeletons.

And let them join the ranks of the skeleton troop.

When he turned around again, Li Yahong and the others were bent down, digging up vegetables in the field.

Wu Heng didn’t stop them.

He generally ate at the tavern.

It was actually hard for Li Yahong and the others to have any fresh vegetables to eat.

Soon, Qiangzi and the others came back again, saying, “The cars are fine, they’re all ready, we can go now.”

“Mm, take the motorcycles as well, we’re going to the warehouse.”

“Okay!”

They pushed their motorcycles onto the truck and started driving down the main road towards the construction materials warehouse.

They continued to move building materials and tools from inside.

With several full vehicles, the convoy began to return.

…

On the way.

Li Yahong said, “I asked them. They were chatting in the vehicle when they got ambushed and were scared stiff by the gun.”

At the time, the two of them felt quite strange.

The truck had been modified with thick iron plates, and thumb-thick steel bars on the windows.

In addition, the driver’s seat of the truck is naturally high.

As long as they locked the doors, it would be hard for the other party to threaten those inside, even with a gun.

Even if they didn’t get out of the truck to kill the others, it would be no problem to drive away.

Turns out they were chatting together and were ambushed.

“Be more careful next time. We have managed to survive until now. It would be a waste to die due to these trivial matters,” said Wu Heng.

“Yeah, after we go back, I’ll increase their workload. This has pissed me off,” said Li Yahong as she slapped the steering wheel hard.

“As long as they’re fine, have them use walkie-talkies to chat next time.”

“That needs to be said.” She then continued, “I plan to transport these goods directly back to prison tomorrow and bring more people over; some will collect supplies from the residential area, while others will keep hauling goods from the warehouse.”

“Okay, I will have Big Head Skeleton protect you guys, to prevent any dangers.”

“Sure.”

When the convoy returned, it was already late at night.

Everyone said their goodbyes and left in their own directions.

The three new arrivals went with Li Yahong to the auto repair shop.

…

The next day, early morning.

Wu Heng assigned some skeletons to accompany the convoy back to the prison.

He then returned to Lundham City and headed to the Professionals Association.

On the bulletin board in the hall, a newly posted wanted notice displayed Rocky’s name and a sketch of his appearance.

It appears that the investigation of the other teams also yielded no results, and in the end, they adopted his line of investigation.

They began to issue a warrant for Rocky.

After looking at the bulletin board, he went to the front desk to choose the intermediate tool reward for killing the leader of the ‘Blood Worship Sect’.

After comparing several Skill Books, he finally chose the [Fog Skill], a curse magic system spell that can create thick fog.

Wu Heng wanted to select some attack skills or skills that could enhance the Bone Manipulation Skill, but there weren’t any in the exchange list.

Anyway, the number of Skill Books in Lundham City is much more than those in Black Stone Town.

At least there are options to choose.

In Black Stone Town, there are not even choices.

After choosing the skill, Wu Heng went to the lounge for a while, and seeing that there was nothing else to do, he directly went to the outer city area and bought a large amount of alchemy materials, then returned to his accommodation.

As the day gradually neared dusk.

Wu Heng started to read the [Fog Skill] he had exchanged today in his study.

Just when he was halfway through.

There was a knocking sound from downstairs.

Wu Heng walked downstairs and asked from behind the closed door, “Who is it?”

“Cough! Captain Wu Heng, it’s me.”

From outside came Wen Mansha’s voice.

Wu Heng opened the door to see Wen Mansha, wearing a hooded windbreaker standing at the door, with a Skeleton arranged for her by his side.

Her little head peered inside.

“Nobody’s there, come in!”

Wen Mansha immediately let out a smile, strolling right in and looking around the room in awe. “Master, your place is so nice,” she exclaimed.

“A friend gave me this house, just staying for now,” Wu Heng continued while he walked, “On the upper floor, I have a few Skeleton attendants. Don’t be scared if you see them.”

“I’m not scared!” Wen Mansha replied.

“Good,” Wu Heng nodded and proceeded towards the living room.

There were rustling noises from behind.

Feeling that she hadn’t followed, Wu Heng turned around.

Wen Mansha had already taken off her windbreaker, revealing a set of black undergarments, completely of a style alien to this world.

Her fiery wavy hair was adorned with black cat ear hairpins, front bangs hanging down, covering half of her cheek.

A slender neck accessorized with a bell necklace.

The upper body was dressed in a fluffy black bra and a black cat tail on the back.

Wen Mansha crouched on the ground, her face flushed, avoiding eye contact timidly.

“Meow!”