Above the manager, there is a higher level of existence, called a VIP!

VIPs can see the progress of the game and can give orders and make demands to the manager.

"It's ironic that we, the players, are simply being used as entertainment tools."

"The people who control the game, and the so-called VIPs, don't see us as human beings at all."

"Suppose one day, I can leave this game and find these guys."

"Kill!"

Chenbei's murderous heart is blazing, and his eyes are fierce.

Being treated as a guinea pig, manipulated at will, his life hanging by a thread, and struggling to survive within the so-called rules of the game.

If you can't get out, that's it.

As long as there is a chance, Chenbei will definitely "seek justice" with those managers.

In the management group, the specific details of the zombie launch are also being studied.

If the delivery is too scattered, the effect presented is not exciting enough, so it should be concentrated.

[I propose to divide the zombies into three batches, each with a mutant zombie leading the team.] ]

[Three batches of zombies are dropped on three different floors.] ]

[A batch must be put on the 8th floor, because the zero degree is on the 8th floor, so you have to add a little difficulty to him.] ]

[Agreed.] ]

[Let's have a batch on the 4th floor where Phineas is located.] ]

[The last batch is dropped on the top floor, allowing the zombies to go down from above.] ]

[There are 15 minutes left until dawn, and this time will be the speed of life and death for the player!] ]

“？”

Chenbei looked at the conversation of the management group and almost wanted to curse.

It's really a shot in the head.

Because he is the highest-level, he has to make it more difficult for him and throw zombies around him.

A mutant zombie, plus five zombie brothers.

Such a team, the combat power is not small, enough to pose a threat to Chenbei.

If a group of zombies blocked the door, the dormitory would definitely be breached.

Chenbei couldn't delay any longer, and hurriedly started to act.

I've got a box helmet recipe before, and I haven't made it yet.

By the way, make another wooden shield supplement.

Chenbei threw in the materials and flew with both hands.

The management group is selecting the types of mutant zombies, and the zombie illustrated book is opened for everyone's reference.

The zombies inside are of great variety and variety.

In the end, three were chosen.

Long-tongued zombies, iron-clawed zombies, big-hopping zombies!

Each of the three types of zombies has its own strengths, which can be guessed from the name.

The management pursued rationality and also arranged the plot for this launch.

The loudspeaker in the hallway screamed.

"I created a new batch of zombies overnight, and several of them had wonderful changes in their bodies, which surprised me."

"This proves that my course is correct, it just needs to be further refined to make the ritual closer to perfection."

"I can feel that I'm going to succeed."

"In my hands, an unprecedented great existence is about to be born!"

That boss is a big hit.

Click!

One ceiling falls, and several zombies fall to the ground.

The first zombie has a special appearance, with a sharp beak and monkey gills, and the sides of the mouth are split, and the crack extends all the way to the back of the ear.

Its palms and soles were larger, like the feet of a wild beast, with thick joints and nails like iron.

Bloodshot eyes were swirling, and the dim light flickered.

Several zombies are sniffing hard, looking for the scent of their prey.

They have already been discovered.

That fresh life, wonderful flesh and blood, is not far away.

The zombie squad begins to move forward.

The feeling of oppression is suffocating.

The player closest to the zombie hid in room 807 and saw this zombie squad with his own eyes, and his courage was about to be broken.

[I saw a bunch of zombies!] Not one, it's a group! ]

[Don't scare me, what floor are you on?] ]

[8 floors!] ]

[There's also a bunch of zombies on the 12th floor!] ]

[It's over, the zombies have found me, there are so many zombies, how can I possibly fight!] This game is not fair! It's not fair! ]

It was the players of 807 who spoke.

This was the last thing he said in the group chat.

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"It's done!"

Chenbei has made two pieces of equipment.

One is a box helmet, which is shaped like a shoebox, but it is made of wood and put on the head.

Wearing a box helmet will affect the field of vision, and the advantage is that it can provide some protection for the head.

The previous wooden shield was broken, and Tatsubei made a new one.

On the crafting table, damaged equipment can also be repaired.

Tatsubei repaired the madman's handsaw and restored its durability.

There was a terrible scream in the hallway.

It must have been someone who had been broken down by a zombie.

Chen Bei tried not to be disturbed as much as possible, looking at the flat surface of the wooden shield, and suddenly had an idea.

Such a large blank space is very suitable for drawing symbols!

If you can draw a blood refining talisman on the wooden shield to ward off evil spirits, it may have a miraculous effect.

Chenbei bit his finger and said he would do it.

Cao Qingqing, who lived diagonally opposite, must have been frightened and asked for help through private chat.

Chenbei ignored it and concentrated on drawing his own talisman.

He dotted the blood on the wooden shield with his fingertips, drawing lines.

Drawing the symbols requires a single step, rather than a slow line drawing, and it doesn't take much time.

Chenbei failed four times in a row and consumed a lot of health, so he had to take out a bottle of extremely unpalatable healing medicine and pour it into his mouth.

The taste was so sour, it was like drinking a toilet cleaner.

Having recovered his health, Tatsubei continued to consume blood to paint.

This time, it worked!

Six strokes, a complete evil charm.

[Draw successfully, gain 5 proficiency points.] 】

[Level 1 Wooden Shield has evolved into Level 2 Evil Shield.] 】

It's done!

Chenbei's idea of being inspired was realized by him.

Now he has improved his equipment, wearing a box helmet and holding an evil shield in his hand.

Improvement is promotion, or stability.

Zombies are not afraid of death.

And he has only one life!

"In about ten minutes, the sky will be dawn, and the zombies will be forced to flee, and then they will beat the water dogs!"

Chenbei leaned against the door, thinking in his heart.

"I'm fighting with you! Die! Die! Yes!!! ”

Another scream came from the hallway.

What this means, Chenbei is very clear.

Unmoved, he continued to hibernate.

Until zombies break into his field of vision!

It was two zombies that walked over.

One is ordinary.

One grinned wide and flung out a strangely long tongue.

The tongue was more than a meter long, with two rows of barbed teeth on the surface, and it looked thick and powerful, sometimes crackling on the ground.

It's a long-tongued zombie!

"Why are there only two of them? Isn't it a belt of five? Chenbei frowned.

He didn't know the situation.

In fact, it was because the previous zombie broke into the door halfway through, killed the prey, and was enjoying a delicious meal.

Two zombies eat one and the rest of the zombies continue to move on.

So this zombie squad was dispersed.

There is an element of luck in survival games.

The two unlucky eggs who were eaten before relieved the pressure on Chenbei.

1V6 and 1V2 are two different concepts.

As he walked, the long-tongued zombie suddenly turned his head, looked at room 838, shook off his long-tongued and hit the door.