The Necromancer is amassing troops like crazy in the apocalypse

Autruck might be stubborn and unwilling to admit that his team members are underperforming.

But, if the butler says so, then there must be some truth to it.

Having a necromancer get compliments from the town hall must mean that he was of great help in this mission.

Noticing something amiss among the few people, the steward asked, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, congratulations Captain Autruck, you’ve got yourself a capable new member.” The third team’s captain said.

“Thankyou.” Autruck expressed his gratitude.

Continuing, the butler said, “With the Wolf Head Mercenary Group involved this time, all teams except for the Fourth Team should prepare to assist Black Stone Town in capturing them.”

“Yes, sir!” Everyone responded, then left the conference room.

On the other side, Wu Heng took his skeleton to the East District.

Main roads leading to the East City Gate were lined with stalls.

They formed a distinctively local market.

Booty from the mercenary group, goods from villages, and some stores would bring their wares for sale at this time of day.

Those with proper conditions would set up a stall, and those without would just spread out a piece of linen or leather as a stand.

Arriving late, Wu Heng found a spot on the outskirts, spread out a piece of cloth, and took out all his items.

Mostly, they were scavenged glass cups.

He placed them one by one on the stand.

Then, he stood up and shouted, “Come and have a look, the exploitative shop owner has run off with his mistress, glass cups that were once sold at a hundred or two hundred, are now all fifty coppers, first come, first served, stall closes once everything is sold.”

Upon hearing the shouting, everyone cast curious looks.

After hearing it the second time, they understood it had something to do with the shop owner running off with his mistress.

Curious about the goods that had something to do with the shop owner’s mistress, they all came closer for a look.

Soon, the shouts attracted many people and the stand was surrounded by several layers of interested customers.

“Everything’s fifty coppers?”

“Yes, all fifty coppers, pick any you like, practical for drinking water and looks nice at home too.”

“Did the boss really run away with his mistress? He didn’t take anyone else with him?”

“Not important, if you don’t buy now, you’ll be left with the picked-over ones.” “Why do they look used?”

“It gets dirty as everyone touches it, just wash it when you get home.”

“I’ll take one.”

“I’ll take three, I want to try drinking water from a glass cup.”

With a few people leading, others started pulling out coins to make purchases. At this price, it’s definitely cheaper than the glass cups in the stores, plus the patterns and styles look better than the regular round ones.

This would be considered great value for money here.

It’s not that he set this price intending to earn much.

All these items were scavenged, it would be such a waste to throw them away. Those who could shop here were ordinary residents or villagers from remote villages.

Instead of holding onto these items, might as well sell them cheap so that everyone could make good use of them.

Thanks to Wu Heng’s various calls, his place quickly became the hottest stand. More and more people gathered around, not knowing what was happening, they also came over for a look.

Wu Heng continuously collected the money, and soon, all the glass cups on his stand were sold.

A lot of people who didn’t manage to buy were so frustrated they were slapping their thighs.

Other stall vendors were stunned.

What just happened?

The stand is closing already?

Just after he sat down, his goods were gone.

“Sorry folks, sold out.” Wu Heng rolled up his cloth stand and got ready to leave. He said, “I may have another batch coming in a few days, same place, same price. Those who are interested can come back then. These items are convenient for personal use and for your families.”

Having packed up his stuff, Wu Heng was about to leave with the skeleton when several men surrounded him.

They were from the nearby stands.

“Sir, if you don’t have the time, you can sell your goods directly to me. Same price, and it saves you a trip.” One of them suggested.

“Sell to me, I will offer a higher price.”

“I have a physical shop. As long as your supply is stable, I can help you sell…” Wu Heng understood their intentions. They wanted to resell his merchandise. This, in fact, didn’t cause him any loss and could even save him some time. But after some thought, he declined. It was uncertain when he would come to sell next time. Plus, continuously getting goods out of thin air would be hard to explain.

He didn’t have a factory backing him, all the goods were moved from another world.

If someone were to investigate, problems would arise.

He promptly turned down their offer, “Sorry gentlemen, can’t exactly say for sure if I’ll have goods next time. I’mafraid we can’t work together.”

After hearing that there might be no goods next time, they did not press further and each returned to their own stalls leaving only a few words indicating their willingness to purchase his goods next time.

After putting his stuff away, Wu Heng started strolling around the stalls.

He hadn’t walked far when he heard shouts from behind him, ‘Shop owner ran off with his mistress, selling goods to compensate for the loss.’ carried by the wind.

The vendors shouting the sentence paused in shock, looking at each other angrily.

Wu Heng glanced back and kept walking.

This place was much more lively than any modern world night market, not to mention the strange and unusual items for sale, there were also several groups of people engaging in real-life PK within a short distance.

However, they were still relatively restrained, not drawing their swords, only throwing punches to each other’s face.

After wandering around, they stopped in front of a booth.

The booth owner was a middle-aged man wearing leather armor, with herbs and beast horns displayed before him and five spears.

The spearhead was made of metal, while the shaft was made of hardwood.

It was probably used by nearby villages to ward off wild beasts.

Adventurers in battle do not use weapons with wooden shafts, as they are easily chopped in half.

However, they worked well against wild beasts.

“How much for the spears?” asked Wu Heng.

The booth owner looked up at him, casually said: “2 silver coins, or we can trade with other items.”

“I’ll take all these, can I get a discount?”

“All of them? What do you need so many for?” The owner raised his head to glance at him.

“Just give me a fair discount!”

“If you buy allot it, it’d be io silver coins. I’ll take 9 from you,” the booth owner continued.

Wu Heng handed over the money directly and bought the five spears.

Seeing that the other party was generous, the owner continued: “If there’s anything else you like, we can bundle it up and I’ll give you a discount.” “Maybe next time.”

Picking up the purchased spears, he and Skeleton Basson carried them together, heading back to their residence.

After solving the dinner problem, he took Skeleton Basson with the purchased spears toward the Zombie World.

The familiar stench of decay smacked him in the face, offering him an odd sense of security like he was back to his normal life.

The human world is too complicated.

During the task in the Mining Village, the mine’s owner was actually the mastermind behind the scene, nearly leading to the death of the entire investigation team.

The most difficult thing to understand is the human heart.

In the Zombie World, there are no such worries.

When he arrived at the rooftop, it was filled with stiff-standing Skeleton Warriors, with only Skeleton Hounds running ceaselessly back and forth, which had none of the tranquility of the undead.

“Bring those corpses over.” Wu Heng ordered.

The Skeleton Warriors in front of him moved, dragging the corpses from afar and tossing them at his feet.

There were four bodies in total, they were the people who attacked him in Mining Village yesterday. He had chosen a few to bring back.

In addition to the bodies, there were also four iron swords, two hand crossbows, and some crossbow arrows.

These were worth quite a number of silver coins.

After stripping off all the armor and clothes on the bodies, the designs of what seemed like wolf heads were revealed on their skin.

They were probably mercenaries or gang members.

Only such organizations would often tattoo this kind of unified tattoo on their bodies.

Similar to in gaming, it aids in uniting the group, identifying own team members, and creating an impressive facade.

He took a brief glance but didn’t bother to look closely.

All these had nothing to do with him. Even if they were from a big gang or a big sect, they could find the Black Stone Town guards to settle their scores.

He directly cast Bone Manipulation Skill.

The flesh fell off, and four skeletons stood up.

They were two Skeleton Swordsmen and two Skeleton Crossbowmen.

One of the Skeleton Swordsmen was at level six, another at level five, while the Crossbowmen were both at level five.

He intentionally looked at the attributes of the Crossbowmen.

Skeleton Crossbowmen

Level: 5 (0/3000)

Attributes: Constitution 12, Strength 14, Agility 14, Intelligence 9, Perception 8, Charisma 5.

Specialties: Hollow Skeleton, Basic Soul.

Talents: Hunter’s Aim, Coordinated Attack.

Abilities: One-handed Sword Specialization (Basic), Hand Crossbow Specialization (Intermediate), Light Armor Specialization (Intermediate), Lock-picking (Basic), Trap Disarming (Basic).

Hunter’s Aim: Focused aim, makes attacks incredibly accurate.

Coordinated Attack: Rich experience in team coordination, able to coordinate better with teammates/allies for attacks.

All four skeletons had a Basic Soul, and the azure flames flickered in their hollow eye sockets.

While in a crossbowman’s attributes, proficiency in the hand crossbow was the main attribute.

He finally had a ranged troop now.

There was nothing special about the attributes of Swordsmen.

Specialty: Precision Swordsmanship.

Abilities: Two-Handed Sword Specialization (Intermediate), Light Armor Specialization (Intermediate), Medium Armor Specialization (Intermediate).

Not bad at all.

Wu Heng took a look at the four skeletons and spoke to the level six Skeleton Swordsman: “You will be called Jianyi from now on.”

Turned to the other Swordsman and Crossbowman, he said: “You will be called Jian’er, you are Nuyi, you are Nuer.”

The four skeletons nodded their skulls, seeming to understand.

Now, he owned six soul-possessing skeletons.

The Skeleton Hound Teddy, Skeleton Thief Basson, and Jianyi, Jian’er, Nuyi, and Nuer.

“First, put your armors back on and equip your weapons.” Wu Heng ordered.

The four skeletons walked to the side and began to put on the equipment they had stripped off earlier.