Necromancers are frantically stationing troops in the apocalypse.

"Christo?" Wen Mansha repeated in a low voice, still shaking her head.

After thinking about it, I shook my head and had no impression of this person.

Wu Heng explained, "The person who obtained the information from the corpse and provided the information and plan to the Level 15 professional was this person. He is a male and a businessman."

Wen Mansha raised her eyebrows.

"Since they are merchants, it shouldn't be hard to find them. There have indeed been several new caravans in the city recently. I'll have someone check it out. It shouldn't be hard to find them."

Wu Heng nodded and handed the matter over to Wen Mansha.

It shouldn't be difficult to find such a person.

Finished talking about the whole thing.

The two of them ate while chatting about things in their respective places.

Wen Mansha is still very interested in Treasure Island.

"Master, Madam! The room has been tidied." The housekeeper came down from upstairs in small steps and said softly.

Wen Mansha nodded and turned to Wu Heng, "My butler, Hartel."

Wu Heng also set his gaze on the other person and looked at him carefully.

She was no more than 28 or 29 years old, with long brown hair tied up, no accessories on her body, an oval face, and black-rimmed glasses.

Her face is serious, giving off the vibe of a cold, intellectual, mature woman.

"Hello, Hartle."

"Master!" The housekeeper saluted again.

Wen Mansha rested her chin on the table and looked at Wu Heng with a smile.

After dinner, Wu Heng took Wen Mansha for a walk in the courtyard.

Then he returned to the living room and walked slowly upstairs.

"Find a room close to your bedroom. I'll set you up with a communication device."

Wen Mansha smiled and asked, "What is a communication device?"

“It’s a prop that allows you to keep in touch with Treasure Island at any time in the future,” Wu Heng explained.

"it is good!"

Go upstairs together.

In the room next to the bedroom, Wu Heng installed the radio.

He picked up the microphone, demonstrated it to Wen Mansha, and said, "With this, you can send messages to Treasure Island. You don't have to write letters. You can chat at ordinary times."

Wen Mansha sat aside and asked, "Strange item? Are there any side effects?"

"It can be understood as a magic prop. You can also arrange a skeleton investigator here. If there is any message that is not received, it can be recorded." Wu Heng explained.

Wen Mansha smiled and nodded, "Okay!"

After explaining the radio station matters.

The sky darkened, and Wu Heng took her back to the bedroom.

……

on the bed.

Wen Mansha was wearing a nightgown and sitting on the edge of the bed.

Wu Heng put his ear to the other person's belly, listening to the heartbeat coming from inside.

Wen Mansha sat there with a smile and asked softly, "Master, do you like boys or girls?"

Wu Heng raised his head and sat down beside him. "I like them all."

"Minnie and Andviel, are they not making any movement?" Wen Mansha continued to ask.

"Not yet, we are still more compatible!"

"Master, you're really something. What you said made me feel itchy." Wen Mansha snuggled into his arms.

Wu Heng hugged her and lay down on the bed, "Rest, going to bed early is good for your health."

After turning off the lights.

Wu Heng hugged her and slowly fell asleep.

……

The next day, early in the morning.

After breakfast.

After Wu Heng and Wen Mansha gave each other instructions, they went upstairs, chose a room, and headed to the zombie world.

After all, it took a lot of time on the road.

We still need to see what the situation is like here.

As we walked out of the building, the number of survivors in the entire factory increased.

There were no special circumstances.

Soon, Qi Hancai came over from a distance in leather boots, "My King!"

The calling lasted for a long time.

I have gotten used to this name and it doesn't feel as awkward as before.

Wu Heng nodded and asked, "The provincial rescue team didn't come to cause trouble, did they?"

"No, but I heard that Boss Huang is dead." Qi Hancai said, looking up at his expression.

A few days ago, the spy arranged by the rescue team was caught.

Wu Heng said that he would handle the matter, but he did not mention how he would handle it or what the final result would be.

Just two days later, the rescue team arranged a group of people to come.

It was mentioned that both parties could strengthen cooperation and provide some technicians to carry out maintenance and training on other equipment in the factory.

It was also mentioned vaguely that Boss Huang committed suicide in his study.

The person has been buried and the matter will not be pursued.

Even if the whole incident happened in the other party's shelter, Qi Hancai could be sure that it was Wu Heng who did it.

Someone who poses a threat to the refuge.

He died by suicide in his study.

The change in the rescue team's attitude was most likely due to their guess.

Wu Heng did not explain further and continued to ask: "Is there any problem with the production of bullets?"

Qi Hancai thought for a moment and said, "There are two problems. One is that the gunpowder is not enough. The basic gunpowder you brought has been almost consumed. The other is that the power supply is unstable. The storage capacity of the solar panels is unstable, so it is difficult to maintain a full day of work."

Ultimately, it’s a power supply issue.

We still need to speed up the construction of power plants.

"Any results on the talent in the power plant?" Wu Heng asked again.

Qi Hancai said: "There are currently two directions. One is the survivor base in the city's base 'Jinjiang Apartment District'. They said they have relevant technical personnel. I checked the map and need to enter the central area. The second one is the main station. They said they can also provide relevant drawings."

Wu Heng raised his eyebrows.

One is a survivor from the province, and the other is a drawing provided by the CCTV.

For now.

The most achievable thing is the survivors in the area, but it is hard to say whether the blueprint of the power plant can be drawn after the rescue.

After all, this kind of engineering drawing cannot be completed by one person.

However, there is no way to get the drawings provided by the headquarters.

"What are the conditions?"

"The survivors are joining us. The headquarters is still in talks. They also mentioned the issue of transportation. They can be airdropped to us." Qi Hancai said.

airdrop?

This is a way.

"Then continue to talk to them and ask about the terms of exchange."

"Okay!" Qi Hancai stood to one side, looking at the busy crowd, "There's still half a month until the Chinese New Year. I never thought I could live to this day."

When he spoke, his tone was somewhat emotional.

Wu Heng also understood her thoughts.

In today's world and environment, most people just live one day at a time.

There is no future and no pursuit.

It's like this here, and even more so in some other small shelters. If you can survive, you survive. If you can't, forget it.

"It will get better in the future, trust me."

Qi Hancai smiled, "Yeah."

"You can make your own arrangements then, and have something nice to eat at the party."

"I'll discuss this with sister Yahong and see how to decide."

"it is good."

The two stood at the door and chatted for a while.

Wu Heng returned to his room.

The plan of killing zombies and upgrading will be carried out after returning to Treasure Island.

Not so many days apart.

……

Return to the City Lord's Mansion.

Wu Heng walked downstairs.

Wen Mansha was standing in the living room, directing the skeleton to straighten the painting.

Unlike the gang boss who was decisive and ruthless back then, Wen Mansha is now more easy-going and gentle.

I saw Wu Heng coming down.

Wen Mansha asked the butler to continue commanding the skeletons, and she took Wu Heng's hand and said, "Come on, I'll take you to see what we've gained during this period."

As soon as I went downstairs, I was taken back.

Enter the study and open a secret door inside.

There were some jewelry hanging inside the door, as well as a large box of golden coins.

Wen Mansha smiled and said, "They are all yours."

Wu Heng raised his eyebrows.

The city of Rentam is more profitable than you might imagine.

No wonder so many people have set their sights on this city.

"I'll take half, and leave the rest for you to continue developing the city."

Rentam City is developing really well, and it will probably get better and better in the future.

And these gold coins, left in the city of Rentam, can be used to build the city.

But it would cost almost the same to get to Treasure Island, arm a few ships, and buy some goods.

Wen Mansha nodded, "Okay, I'll listen to you."

Wu Heng took away half of the gold coins.

Sit down at your desk.

Wen Mansha sat aside and talked softly about the subsequent developments in the city.

As well as some industries invested by the City Lord’s Mansion.

In addition to the Golden Cat, there are investments in pubs, hotels, and breweries in the city.

Wen Mansha, being the gang leader is really a waste of her talent.

……

in the afternoon.

There was a knock on the door.

The housekeeper's voice came in.

"Master, Madam, Commander Ocot is here."

Ocott was the man who brought back the body yesterday, a former member of the Spike Gang.

Wen Mansha straightened her clothes and said, "Let him in!"

The door opens.

A little brother in leather armor walked straight in.

"City Lord, sister-in-law!" The younger brother saluted and then continued, "I found some information about a person named 'Christo'."

Wen Mansha asked: "Who?"

"The manager of the Aries caravan died in a private room at the inn today, and his tongue was cut off."

Wen Mansha frowned and her face turned ugly.

This was clearly intended to prevent the investigation from continuing.

"Don't worry!" Wu Heng held Wen Mansha's hand, then looked at his younger brother and asked, "Are there any items that may be the murderer's?"

"Yes, we found a hood that was suspected to have been thrown away by the other party nearby."

"Go get it for me."

"okay!"

The younger brother left quickly.

On Treasure Island, killing people and pulling out their tongues was no longer a practice; people would just chop off their heads and take them away.

In the city of Rentam, few people have space rings.

Taking the head away would obviously attract some attention.

"Do you have a solution?" Wen Mansha looked over.

"It depends on whether the hood belongs to the murderer."

Not long after.

The younger brother walked back quickly.

He brought over a blood-stained hood.

Wu Heng took out the tracking pendant and placed it next to his hood.

The skeleton on the pendant began to chew the edge of the hood, and the dark blue soul struggled out of the pendant.

Run in one direction.

……

Out-of-town area, on the road away from the residential area.

The killer who was about to leave Rentam City was pinned to the ground by the skeleton.

There was snow on his face and he blew away the snowflakes in front of him.

"Sir, what should we do?" asked the younger brother 'Ocot'.

They chased him all the way out of the city and almost let him escape.

Wu Heng took a look and said, "Kill him."