This monster landed in front of Song Ziyu, facing himself with teeth and claws.

Song Ziyu immediately found out that this was a high-level mutant zombie!

The zombies were rotting all over their bodies, and the stench was in the air.

What's even more terrifying is that this zombie has countless pustules on its body, and it seems to hide highly poisonous corpse water inside.

Looking at this monster that reminded people of a corpse that had rotted for countless days, Song Ziyu was clear.

No wonder the slaves were so frightened that they fled because of ...... These high-level mutant zombies are simply irresistible in front of unawakened humans!

Ugly and irresistible, like a girl who looks extremely ugly but is dedicated to pursuing you, you can't extricate yourself.

Song Ziyu has been traveling in the Miluo city-state for a while, and he still knows a little about the situation in the Miluo city-state.

In the territory of the city-state of Miro, the zombies strictly control the degree of human awakening in order to limit the development and evolution of humans.

But most of the excellent human seeds will be selected and transformed into zombies, so what Song Ziyu saw in the Miluo city-state is clearly a situation where humans are weak and zombies are always strong.

As a result, there are very few awakened people in the city-state of Miro, and there are many high-level zombies with intelligence.

The most direct impact of this long-term selection and deformed screening is that the human beings in the city-state of Miluo have a natural fear of zombies.

……

The high-level zombie in front of him undoubtedly had intelligence, otherwise it would not have been able to kill him in front of him.

Song Ziyu touched his nose and began to assess the combat effectiveness of the zombie in front of him.

Zombies are ugly, smell great, and strength is so-so.

Song Ziyu gave such an evaluation.

"Humans, you're all going to die!"

After the monkey-like zombie landed, its rotting fists swung around, and its torn fangs roared wildly, spitting out human words and making it very disgusting.

The slaves were frightened by the dignity of this zombie, and they didn't think of anything to resist or not.

On the other hand, the pustules on the zombie's body burst open, splashing out several green liquids.

The viscous green liquid shot out like water arrows, and then hit a few hapless slaves.

The poor slave was poisoned to death the moment he came into contact with the green liquid!

See this scene!

Su Zhen and Zhang Song were both taken aback.

What a horrible toxin!

It's going to kill people.

Zhang Song and Su Zhen didn't dare to accept the offer, and they couldn't care about anything else and hurriedly dodged.

In front of this extremely poisonous zombie, no one can only ask for more blessings.

Moment!

The slaves who were guarding Song Ziyu were like ghosts and turned around and ran, ignoring what was not the image.

In the blink of an eye, Song Ziyu, who was still full of people and high-spirited before, became the commander of the light pole.

Song Ziyu stood in place, looking at the zombies with an indifferent expression.

Others are afraid, but it doesn't mean that Song Ziyu will be afraid.

On the contrary, Song Ziyu is studying zombies with the attitude of learning from things.

Song Ziyu's attitude undoubtedly stabbed the zombie's self-esteem.

The zombie roared and pounced directly on Song Ziyu......

As we all know, in the face of a powerful human being, an experienced high-level zombie would never make such an inferior mistake.

】

Song Ziyu punched out and directly hit the head of the zombie who jumped over.

Under the iron fist, the zombie's body showed a 180-degree flip and was directly smashed to the ground, and even the brain was collapsed with a punch.

The zombie lay on the ground and only twitched a few times and did not move.

Zombie it, was killed!

When everyone saw this scene, they were all dumbfounded.

unimaginable!

Such a big zombie was actually punched...... Killed?

"You...... How do you do it ......? ”

Zhang Song's face was full of incredulity.

"What and how?" Song Ziyu said lightly: "Is this difficult? ”

Zhang Song swallowed a mouthful of saliva, completely unable to speak!

And Su Zhen on the side was even more startled.

As Song Ziyu's old man in Longshan, Su Zhen feels more of a wise general for Song Ziyu, the kind of person who uses his brain to do things.

What Su Zhen has always seen is that Song Ziyu exercises his authority in Longshan as a manager to manage the development of Longshan, as for the matter of life and death, it seems that it has nothing to do with Song Ziyu......

But now!

In Su Zhen's mind, Song Ziyu's image was completely subverted.

The force value shown by Song Ziyu is too high.

……

Song Ziyu didn't think about so many inconsequential things.

After killing the high-level mutant zombie with one punch, Song Ziyu realized that the current situation needed to take action himself, otherwise others would not be able to solve the current situation at all.

The morale of the slaves is deserved, don't let the zombies suppress it.

So Song Ziyu walked into the city lord's mansion with a knife and began to clean up the zombies.

The next battle almost became Song Ziyu's personal performance!

Where people are most panicked, Song Ziyu will go wherever he goes, and wherever he encounters zombies on the road, Song Ziyu chops them up like chopping melons and vegetables.

With Song Ziyu's current strength, it really doesn't take too much pressure to kill these zombies.

But in the city state of Miluo, a place where human strength is generally low, Song Ziyu's fierceness is no less than the fear brought by high-level zombies.

The direct effect of this series of killings was that the zombies were slashed and killed, and the slave warriors who witnessed all this worshipped Song Ziyu to the extreme!

Imperceptibly, Song Ziyu's status among the vast number of slaves has risen to the point of no return.

This undoubtedly established Song Ziyu's dominance among slaves.

More and more slaves began to unite around Song Ziyu, and these slaves followed Song Ziyu because of their fear of zombies, and because they simply wanted to see Song Ziyu cut zombies.

Under the support of the slaves, Song Ziyu quickly cleared the zombies in the city lord's mansion, and after a while, those self-esteemed zombies were quickly killed by Song Ziyu.

The battle is over!

When the slaves were cleaning the battlefield, they caught Qiu Li, the city lord hiding in the back hall, and brought him to Song Ziyu.

At this time, Song Ziyu was enjoying the wine collected by the city lord on the high platform of the city lord's mansion.

The two sat together like this, which was really embarrassing.

The lord of Blade Fire City still maintained the demeanor of a superior until this time.

In Qiu Li's view, the slaves rebelled just to seek wealth!

Although he lost, he still had bargaining chips.

"Is the wine good? It's 30 years old, and I can't even enjoy it myself. ”

Qiu Li looked at Song Ziyu with a faint smile on his face.

"The taste is so-so."

Song Ziyu is a person who has drunk Maozi, will he care about this?

This guy is clearly underestimating himself.

But Song Ziyu won't say this, some things are destined to be inhumane to outsiders.

But Song Ziyu's face and expression will not be faked, and that disgust makes Qiu Li a little uncertain about Song Ziyu.

"I have a better wine at home, better than this one."

Qiu Li said: "As long as you are willing, I can take you to my family at any time to experience the grandeur of the Silver Family." ”

Song Ziyu almost didn't hold back.

This Qiu Li seems to be overestimating himself.

Did you ask for food on the spot?

Thinking of this, Song Ziyu couldn't help but shake his head.

Seeing this scene, Qiu Li stopped fighting, and said directly: "Young people can only accept it when they see it, otherwise they will have their lives and will not be able to earn their lives." ”

After saying this, Qiu Li looked around and found that many slaves were busy in his city lord's mansion.

These slaves are actually demolishing their homes.

Everything is being carried on itself!

It doesn't matter if it's the flowers, flowers, flowers, tables, chairs, benches, or anything else, all of them have been cleaned by the slaves!

Thieves and movers don't bring such.

Qiu Li looked at this scene and couldn't help sighing, although he has a big family, he can't stand thousands of people moving, this is the rhythm of returning to poverty.

"That's pretty much it!" Qiu Li looked at Song Ziyu and said coldly: "I don't feel sorry for the destruction of my five generations of family business, but it is obvious that you have no benefit in distributing it to those slaves...... It seems that you are a hero, you can make a price, how things are good today. ”

When he said this, Qiu Li could be described as arrogant!

In Qiu Li's view, Song Ziyu's slave body can sit with him and judge his head, obviously because he has given him enough respect.

For this kind of slave, Qiu Li calculated that he knew what he wanted.

Isn't it just the identity of a free man?

In the city-state of Miro, people are not the same.

Under the blood of the powerful are citizens, below citizens are commoners, below commoners are untouchables, and under untouchables are slaves.

These slaves were born without status, only to be enslaved and become blood food for zombies.

Their bloodline is so low, so low that even zombies don't bother to transform them, and only treat them as stuffies.

It is precisely because of this that Qiu Li is fully sure to persuade Song Ziyu.

Because he can give him the identity he wants but can't.

……

"Offer? What is the price? Song Ziyu was slightly stunned, not understanding what Qiu Li was saying.

In Song Ziyu's opinion, this city lord is a bit funny.

Does he still want to "recruit" himself?

As a result, after asking, Song Ziyu knew that this fucking guy actually thought the same as he guessed.

He really wanted to recruit himself.

Thinking of this, Song Ziyu couldn't help but smile and said, "City Lord Qiu, I want to ask you a question. ”

"You ask, I know everything."

Qiu Li felt that he had a play.

Song Ziyu smiled and asked: "City Lord Qiu is also a hero, he manages a lot of people, his family is quite rich, the slave business is booming, and there are so many zombies for you to sell your life." ”

"Don't dare to be, don't dare to be."

Qiu Li said lightly: "Due to strength, everything is true. ”

Song Ziyu put away his smile, then stared at Qiu Li and asked, "Then does City Lord Qiu think that your five-generation family business is more important, or is it more important for you as a person?" ”

Qiu Li replied without hesitation: "Of course I'm important!" Money is something outside the body, as long as I live, I will have a chance to turn over, and what I lose today will be doubled in the next year. ”

"Good one, double the own." Song Ziyu shook his head lightly and said, "I'm not satisfied with this answer." ”

Qiu Li was stunned for a moment, and then said, "You don't think it's money that is more important, do you?" ”

Qiu Li sighed in his heart.

After all, he was born as a slave, and he was very short-sighted.

But Qiu Li immediately reacted, probably not like this!

Because this young man did not stop the behavior of other slaves, this style of beating local tyrants and dividing the land is clearly like preparing to do something!

If he really cared about these things, he shouldn't have let his slaves divide them......

On the contrary, it was precisely because of his not short-sightedness that Qiu Li felt that this young man was a talent, so he had this conversation.

Really!

The young man smiled and shook his head, denying his answer.

Qiu Li thought for a while and said, "No, I think I'm more important." ”

Song Ziyu felt that this conversation could not inspire City Lord Qiu, after all, the identity of this guy determined his class and position, so it was impossible for him to think about it.

So Song Ziyu said bluntly: "City Lord Qiu, I'll tell you the truth, your money, your five-generation family business, and you yourself are not important to me. ”

"So what's important?" Qiu Li can't fix it.

Song Ziyu said: "Without you, it is very important to me. ”