185: Chapter 185 Contract with the Corpse King? Lin Yuan Sends a Trial Card to the Capital

Early morning.

The steam in the Inner City villa bathroom had not yet dissipated.

Wang Ya leaned in Lin Yuan's arms, her gray-white pupil rings hidden behind colored contact lenses, her voice low and hoarse.

"Mr. Lin..."

Lin Yuan raised his hand, his fingertips brushing across the ends of her soaked hair.

The "Water Superpower coordination training" last night had good results.

Wang Ya's fine control over the water flow was 30% steadier than before.

[Ding! Target Wang Ya (Appearance 88), Favorability +2%, Current Favorability: 85%.]

Lin Yuan looked at the system notification, in a very good mood.

There was a knock on the door.

Feng Qingwu's voice sounded from behind the door.

"Mr. Lin, the Jingcheng Team airdrop has arrived."

Lin Yuan put on his clothes.

Wang Ya lowered her head to button his shirt for him.

Her hands were still weak, but she didn't dare to be slow.

"You go and prepare."

"Yes."

Six o'clock sharp.

The open space on the north side of the Inner City.

Twenty silver-gray airdrop crates landed.

The parachutes lay on the gravel, flapping loudly in the wind.

Director Xu Changfeng's eyes were bloodshot.

Lieutenant Colonel Liu Zheng was also there.

He had been kneeling all night; his knees were so swollen that his trouser legs were tight. He limped, yet he forced himself to stand straight.

He wanted to save face.

But his legs wouldn't cooperate.

Chen Mo stood at the back.

A gray hoodie covered half his face.

There was no fatigue in his eyes.

Only light.

Like a person who had been starving for a long time seeing a table full of barbecue.

Lin Yuan glanced at him.

The fishy smell was getting stronger.

Feng Sanhai led his men to open the crates.

"The packaging is intact."

"The quantity is consistent."

Director Xu Changfeng said in a deep voice, "According to the agreement, it is time for us to meet the new Zombie King."

Lin Yuan took a sip of the coffee Feng Qingwu handed him.

"What's the rush?"

Director Xu Changfeng frowned.

Lin Yuan said, "It just woke up and has morning grumpiness."

Lieutenant Colonel Liu Zheng's lips moved.

He glanced at his own knees.

Then closed them again.

Feng Sanhai had his men move the crates into storage.

No one noticed that when Lin Yuan stood next to the crates, a ripple in space gently swept over them.

The entire Zhe City was his.

Things given by Jingcheng.

Of course, they had to pass through his hands first.

Morning.

Lin Yuan returned to the villa.

Wang Ya was already waiting in the room.

Lin Yuan took out a black robe, a bone mask, and several metal chains from his space.

It was a weird cosplay outfit Tang Qiqi had made before.

Snow White's stepmother, Zombie limited edition.

Now it was finally coming in handy.

Wang Ya looked at those items and was stunned for a moment.

"Am I wearing this?"

"No, give it to Number Seven."

Number Seven.

The tallest B-class Zombie Girl in the B3 laboratory.

Lin Yuan said, "Have you contacted them?"

Wang Ya nodded.

"Tongtong isn't here, so I can only suppress seven of them. It can't be for too long."

"That's enough."

Wang Ya understood.

Before noon.

Wang Ya left the city.

The back door of the abandoned theater in the North District.

Number Seven stood in the horde of zombies, its gray-white eyes fixed on Wang Ya.

It opened its mouth and let out a low growl.

In the next second, the gray rings in Wang Ya's eyes lit up.

Water lines wrapped around Number Seven's limbs.

Mental suppression descended.

Number Seven's knees buckled, and it knelt on the ground.

Wang Ya walked over and personally untied the tattered restraint suit on it.

The Zombie Girl had a tall figure, her skin glowing with the cold white of zombification, her muscles taut.

Wang Ya didn't look much.

She draped the black robe over it, fastened the metal chains on its shoulders, and pressed the bone mask onto Number Seven's face.

Six C-class Zombie Girls knelt on both sides.

Like guards.

And like sacrifices.

Afternoon.

Lin Yuan finished his lunch before walking into the villa where the Jingcheng Team was staying.

Director Xu Changfeng stood up immediately.

"Can we meet it now?"

Lin Yuan said, "It is summoning you."

Director Xu Changfeng stared at him.

"How did you contact it?"

"No comment."

Lieutenant Colonel Liu Zheng sneered, then held it back.

His knees still hurt.

The group got into the car.

North District.

On both sides of the street, the zombie horde knelt.

They lowered their heads, making rhythmic low growls in their throats.

Director Xu Changfeng rested his hand on the car door, his expression darkening.

The female analyst stared at the data pad.

Lieutenant Colonel Liu Zheng had sweat on his forehead.

Chen Mo sat in the back row, his lips moving.

No one heard clearly what he was saying.

Lin Yuan heard it clearly.

"Finally..."

Abandoned theater.

The doors opened.

Cold air rushed into their faces.

The lobby floor was covered in black water.

Red fluorescent light shone from beneath the water.

The water vapor in the air condensed into a thin mist, creeping along the seats toward the stage.

In the center of the stage, there was a welded iron chair.

Number Seven sat on it.

The black robe hung to the ground.

The bone mask covered its face.

Six C-class zombies knelt on both sides, their heads pressed to the ground.

Behind the curtain.

Wang Ya released S-class pressure.

Boom.

Director Xu Changfeng's knees buckled, but he forced himself to hold on.

Lieutenant Colonel Liu Zheng knelt on one knee directly.

His expression changed; he wanted to stand up, but his body wouldn't obey.

The female analyst's data pad flashed red light.

"This energy intensity."

"It must be the Zombie King."

Chen Mo's breathing quickened.

Lin Yuan stood under the stage and spoke calmly.

"It says humans are like ants."

Director Xu Changfeng looked up.

Lin Yuan continued, "But if the ants can bring food, they don't have to be crushed to death for now."

No one spoke in the theater.

Director Xu Changfeng swallowed his saliva.

"Can we let Chen Mo get closer and say a few words to it?"

Lin Yuan turned around, as if asking for instructions.

Number Seven let out a low growl.

The red light on the water surface flickered.

A few seconds later.

Lin Yuan nodded.

"It has granted this opportunity to you, a lowly ant."

He looked at Chen Mo.

"But if it gets unhappy, I won't be able to stop it."

Chen Mo stepped forward.

One step.

Two steps.

He stopped three meters away.

His hands were shaking.

Not from fear.

But from excitement.

Director Xu Changfeng suddenly blocked Lin Yuan.

"Mr. Lin, we represent the entire Long Country on this trip."

Lin Yuan looked at him.

Director Xu Changfeng said solemnly, "If we can establish a dialogue channel with the new Zombie King, nearly a million survivors along the southeast coast will benefit."

Lieutenant Colonel Liu Zheng also stepped out.

His voice was still hoarse.

"I spoke out of turn before."

"But our goals are the same."

"The survival of humanity."

Lin Yuan almost laughed out loud.

These two were singing in harmony, blocking the path quite naturally.

Chen Mo had already taken a blue crystal core from his pocket.

A-class.

There was dried black blood on the surface of the crystal core.

He had personally killed the A-class zombie he had previously contracted to get this entry ticket.

Ten years.

He had arrived in this world for ten years.

The system had given him a rule.

One could use a crystal core to cross-contract a zombie one level higher than the crystal core.

There could only be one.

In peaceful times.

This ability was a joke.

After the National Emergency Response Team found him, they gave him money, a house, and an identity.

But in the team, he was always at the bottom.

Everyone else was more outrageous than the last.

Only him.

Like a card that expired before the game even launched.

Until the apocalypse came.

The National Emergency Response Team did their best to help him capture an A-class zombie.

Letting him no longer be at the tail end, and he hardened up again.

And then the Zombie King appeared.

A million zombies knelt.

His era had finally arrived.

Click.

The A-class crystal core was crushed.

Blue light surged into his palm.

A golden chain flew out from Chen Mo's chest and struck toward Number Seven's chest cavity.

Number Seven's body shuddered.

A low growl came from beneath the bone mask.

Six C-class zombies erupted simultaneously.

Lin Yuan's expression turned cold.

"What are you doing?"

Director Xu Changfeng moved horizontally with one step, his energy aura expanding.

Lieutenant Colonel Liu Zheng also gritted his teeth and blocked the side.

The two guarded Chen Mo on the left and right.

Director Xu Changfeng said in a deep voice, "This is a mission."

Lin Yuan stopped in his tracks.

He didn't move.

The golden chain completely submerged into Number Seven's body.

A circle of golden light exploded in the theater lobby.

Number Seven stopped struggling.

Like a machine being rebooted, it slowly lowered its head.

Chen Mo knelt on the ground, trembling all over.

Tears rolled down his face.

He laughed.

"I finally have a Zombie King."

"I am the indispensable one!"

Lieutenant Colonel Liu Zheng also laughed.

He patted the dust off his pants.

"Now the Zombie King is under our control."

Director Xu Changfeng didn't speak.

But he didn't stop him either.

Lieutenant Colonel Liu Zheng walked toward Lin Yuan.

"Regarding the subsequent management of Zhe City, we can talk again."

He stopped in front of Lin Yuan and raised his hand.

"How about this."

"After you go back, you will also kneel in the square for a day."

He paused, smiling even more obviously.

"No, three days."

"Then we will consider talking to you again."

His hand reached toward Lin Yuan's shoulder.

Just at the moment it was about to touch.

Chen Mo suddenly screamed.

"Wrong!!!"

Everyone turned their heads.

Chen Mo knelt in the black water, holding his head with both hands.

The ecstasy on his face was gone.

Only emptiness remained.

"This is a B-class!"

"It's just a B-class Mutant!"

"It's not a Zombie King!!"

Lieutenant Colonel Liu Zheng's hand froze in mid-air.

Director Xu Changfeng's expression changed.

Lin Yuan looked at that hand and smiled.

In his pocket, a thumb-sized remote control was pressed.

Bang!

The micro-self-destruct device that Liu Qing had previously installed in the Zombie Girl's head exploded.

Number Seven's black blood and bone fragments splattered all over Chen Mo's face.

The bone mask shattered into two halves.

The headless corpse sat on the iron chair, the black robe covered in flesh chunks.

The golden contract chain broke in the air and dissipated into points of light.

Chen Mo kept his mouth open.

He didn't make a sound for a long time.

Lin Yuan raised his eyes and looked at Lieutenant Colonel Liu Zheng.

"Do you still want to pat me?"