The Demonic Cultivator In Zombie World novel Chapter 20

Inside the dimly lit three-story building, Wang Yong reached the third floor. A slender woman sat in a chair, while beside her, a man with a buzz cut and dark skin focused intently on playing a video game.

The screen displayed a grim and dark style, showing an armored warrior with a large shield and a straight sword battling a giant flaming titan. Meanwhile, another screen played scenes of passionate lovemaking—the source of the seductive noises Wang Yong had heard.

However, Wang Yong was not surprised by this scene; he had seen it before. Others might think he was practicing or something important, but actually, he is just playing a game.

That was why he didn't let people casually approach his office because a boss who loved playing games seemed to undermine his dignity.

Suddenly, a scream sounded from the screen, and Wang Gangjian put down the controller with a sigh, "This giant is really tough."

"Tell me, what is it?" he said, turning to his cousin Wang Yong.

Wang Yong promptly recounted the scene he had witnessed at the unfinished building, in great detail and without omission. Wang Gangjian's expression was initially casual but quickly turned serious.

"High-level zombies, it must be high-level zombies," Wang Gangjian said gravely. "What did that old Zheng from the research institute say?"

Wang Yong shook his head, "They said nothing, and when I pressed who had rescued them, they evaded the question."

Wang Gangjian sighed lightly, "East Lake City is really not a good place to be, with advanced zombies appearing one after another. Just a while ago, didn't Zhao Hong notify us that an advanced zombie appeared at the Walmart, and then it vanished?"

"What should we do?" Wang Yong asked.

Wang Gangjian glared at him, "What else can we do? Increase our vigilance, and stay away from that area. And, ask for some support from the Linjiang Army. We are a force established under the guidance of the Linjiang Army. With advanced zombies appearing frequently in East Lake City, we have to ask them for support."

Wang Yong grinned, "You're always the smart one, big brother."

Just as Wang Gangjian was about to pick up the controller again, he suddenly remembered something else, "You came back just in time. Zhao Hong bought a batch of canned food and medicines from us. Take some men and deliver it to them."

"Eh? Didn't he always complain about the prices? Why is he buying now?" Wang Yong was puzzled.

Wang Gangjian spoke offhandedly, "The Spirit Hounds has always been short on medicines. Initially, they staunchly refused to buy, claiming they still had supplies. Now that they've run out, they've no choice but to grit their teeth and pay the premium."

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Wang Yong chuckled, "Fine. I'll take some men and deliver the goods then."

"Go on, then." Wang Gangjian, without turning his head, waved dismissively and resumed his frustrating game.

Meanwhile, Wang Yong and two men climbed into a Wuling van and headed towards the Spirit Hounds's headquarters at the Haotai Hotel. The gang maintained several strongholds, with the hotel serving merely as their main base.

Additionally, there were food supplies from a large greenhouse to the north and a small fishery to the south. Due to East Lake City's modest size and relative abundance of resources, the Spirit Hounds and Black Peak Security had coexisted without fatal conflicts.

An hour later, the van pulled up outside the Haotai Hotel. As one of the men started to disembark, Wang Yong hastily pulled him back.

"Something's off—it's too quiet. The Spirit Hounds is never like this."

Wang Yong's face was grave as he sharply sensed the anomaly. It was broad daylight, a time when the gang members typically gathered in noisy clusters, playing cards or brawling. Each delivery was usually met with loud commotion from inside, but this silence was unnervingly odd, as if everyone had vanished.

"Look carefully," Wang Yong whispered.

But Hu growled low, a sound so threatening it immediately subdued the others. Bao, Daho, and Erho's voices quieted, tinged with resentment. _{fɾēewebnσveℓ.com}