Apocalypse: System of lotteries

"Whoosh!"

Ming leaned back on the sofa, taking a deep breath.

Initially, it took a lot of physical strength to kill the first elite mutated black python, but before he could relax and recover, another arrived and battling against the elites required even more strength.

It appears he still needs to hurry up and improve.

As he thought about it, he took out a normal Endurance Repair Scroll and used it on the shield.

There were only two points left in the shield's durability. It would be a shame if it blew up.

A white light flash restored the shield's durability to 100%.

Da Vinci jumped out of under the bed and stared at the black Python.

He returned his gaze to Ming.

[Your da Vinci is thinking, such a big bug strength is not very good ah, but also become a dead bug.he worry so big one, when can eat finished ah]

[It's thinking that if it can't finish eating it, it might rot, too bad~]

"Huh?"

Ming overheard the frog cub contemplating.

He had a flash of insight.

Yes ~ a black python is only an animal mutation, not a zombie.

Isn't it edible?

With that thought, Ming used the income ability on the black python.

In an instant, the black python disappeared in place and was inducted into the brain field warehouse, taking up only one compartment of space.

"That's fantastic."

He was ecstatic. This was also a way to store food.

Quack~

Da Vinci's eyes were round as he stared at the ground.

[Your DaVinci is taken aback. What happened to the big bug? Why did it vanish so quickly?]

[Your Da Vinci looks at you...]

"..."

Ming shook his head and spread his hands.

"I'm not sure where the big bug went, but we're moving today."

He lifted Da Vinci and carried it on his shoulders.

His physique was strong enough to resist most of the damage from the corrosive venom. The back of his foot was just a little red, nothing serious.

Taking out a pair of novice combat boots from brain storage, he casually put on a pair of socks.

Then he selected useful items and placed them in the brain warehouse before leaving the room with Da Vinci.

He had intended to go to the lower floor to look for a new place to live.

Because of Da Vinci's short travel distance.

If you want it to use its travel talent, you must maintain its travel range.

Since the black python happened to come to his house, the plan was a little ahead of schedule.

Ming walked down the fire stairs, a shield in his left arm and a power crossbow in his right.

On the way he was also wondering how the black python found him.

He's tried his hardest to clean up.

Is it possible that there are three snake eggs?

He returned to Room 1504 on the 15th floor after some thought.

The previous dead black Python is transported to the brain warehouse.

He has searched every room on this floor and has found none that he can use as a safe haven.

Mostly because he has better options.

That is the 8th floor.

It's the landlord's house

When Ming signed the rental contract, he went to the eighth floor, which was very luxurious.

Clearly, he valued the fire door on the eighth floor, which had been custom-made from the outside by the landlord and was much stronger than the others.

It appears that good steel was used, possibly imported from abroad.

There are, of course, bragging rights.

After searching house to house on the 14th floor, he discovered no zombies.

They may already be part of the corpse wall on the 16th floor.

There was only a bottle of water and no food.

There were no zombies on the 13th through 10th floors, and some living materials were discovered.

Coke, soda water, mineral water, and seven or eight small mineral water bottles.

Also included are carrots and vegetables.

Additionally, he found salt, olive oil, spices, and other items.

Anyway, there's still plenty of room in the brain warehouse.

It's fine to take a little more; you never know when you'll need it.

There were also some medicines, cold medicine, pain relievers, and so on.

Two small bottles of the fast-acting heart saver were also discovered.

There were only two zombies on the ninth floor.

He shot them in the head one by one.

The eighth floor was finally reached.

There were no signs of damage, and the fire doors did not appear to have been prried open.

Ming looked downstairs, but no zombies were moving.

He took out the keychain he had obtained from the landlord.

The key to this door is easily located.

The landlord made all of the tenants' doors out of wood to save money.

She has a cross-shaped key.

It's there.

KA ta~

He twisted the key and walked in, closing the door gently with his backhand.

He remembered there was a billiard room, a chess and card room, a gym, and a small private cinema on the left when he came to sign the contract.

The bedrooms of the landlord's aunt and her daughter are on the right.

The kitchen, living room, and bathroom are all open.

The landlord's aunt who signed the contract said she frequently bathed in a big bathtub.

Use milk essence or something similar. After soaking in the bath, it smells fantastic.

The skin is also very silky.

At the time, Ming was signing the rental contract and didn't care what the landlady said.

What is there to brag about in a bath?

At the time, he felt young and simple.

He now understands how valuable money is.

Ming, who was more cautious, knocked on the shield despite the fact that it was logically impossible for her family to be occupied.

Bang, bang, bang!!

Ho ho~

Ho ho~

He could hear the zombie's voice.

There is more than one!

"Huh?"

Ming was also taken aback. The door was shut. How did the zombies get in?

Are her husband and daughter back home?

Two strong young men rushed out of the bedroom, bare shoulders, small pants, pectoral muscles like rocks, abs like iron.

Sure enough, his caution was useful after all.

These two should also be here waiting to sign the rental contract.

Pfft!

Ming's shot was stabbed through the head of the young man who rushed in front of him. The other just rushed to the front and was hit backward and forward by the shield swing.

As the Ming drew out the lance from the brain of the front zombie, he backhanded the lance projection, which penetrated the head of the young zombie still backward, nailing it to the wall with its huge force.

Perfect solution.

There should be no more zombies signing the contract.

Ho ho~

Another voice approached from behind.

Oh my goodness!

As Ming turned around to protect his body, another young zombie slammed into his shield.

"Roar!"

The young zombie howled ferociously through the shield.

Ming effortlessly raised his power crossbow and pulled the trigger on the zombie's head while holding his shield.

Cheng!

A crossbow shot through the back of the head ejected a red and white pulp.

"Whoosh!"

Ming took a deep breath.

He threw three zombie corpses out the window a few minutes later.

After cleaning the room thoroughly, the sheets and quilts were removed from the master bedroom bed.

He put the sheets and quilts he brought from home on the bed.

After he lay down, he sighed that it was better to sleep comfortably.

Da Vinci abruptly jumped onto his pillow and lay down.

He then licked Ming's cheek.

Oh~

It's clingy.