Chapter 135: Exploiting Traveling Merchants, a Million-Level Corpse Tumor, and the Beginning of Evolution (New Year's Day Extra Update!!)

"Chief Yang!"

"Let's talk nicely!"

"I have no grudges against you... I've long been fed up with those two evil men, Lu Xiaohan and Yu Tiejun. Just kill them if you want."

The remaining merchants of the end of the world all retreated tremblingly as if they had seen a ghost.

Especially after seeing the miserable state of Lu Xiaohan, they dared not resist this tyrant killer.

Crunch, crunch, crunch.

The sound of chewing came, but there was an outlier among the merchants.

Fat Jin Ya.

Fat Jin Ya said nothing, sitting on a chair and constantly stuffing delicacies into his mouth.

Braised pork, eat!!

Crispy chicken, eat!!

Roast lamb, eat!!

Fat Jin Ya was like a starving ghost, showing off the food on the table.

Interesting.

Yang Feng's eyes fell on Fat Jin Ya.

I have some impression of this person. I have heard of the name of Fat Gold Teeth in my previous life. He is insidious and cunning, good at backstabbing people, and what's more amazing is... he is very honest.

It is said.

After Fat Gold Teeth bargained... he would do his best to complete the conditions he agreed to even if he had to pay money.

Credibility, commitment, spirit of contract?

These qualities do not belong to the cruel and twisted apocalypse, but Fat Gold Teeth has such a big reputation, so he should rarely cheat on his fellow thieves.

At least... cheating on his fellow thieves has not been discovered.

"Fat Gold Teeth, right?"

Yang Feng directly called out the name, and the fat man with a mouth full of gold teeth trembled all over, and the action of stuffing food in his hands slowed down.

"Yes."

"I am Fat Gold Teeth."

"Tyrant... No... Chief Yang, what do you want..."

Fat Gold Teeth was flattered, and wiped his greasy hands on himself, embarrassingly revealing a mouthful of gold teeth.

"You are almost dead, and you are still eating?" Yang Feng raised his eyebrows and said mockingly.

"I don't want to be a starving ghost. It's so hard to prepare such a big table of food. It's a pity not to eat it."

"Besides, if you want to kill me, no matter how I resist, it's futile."

Fat Jin Ya is very open-minded, and what he said is all true. Any resistance is futile. It's better to eat happily.

"You should know how many corpse tumors and supplies these people have, right?"

Yang Feng's tone was slightly teasing, and he glanced at everyone in the room unkindly.

As the saying goes, colleagues are enemies.

The shelter base may not know how much supplies the merchants in the end times have hidden.

But... colleagues must know very well, their black eyes are fixed on those pieces of meat, and anyone who takes a small piece will be hated.

"I know!!"

"I have calculated every account."

Fat Jin Ya's eyes flashed with cunning light, always feeling that something good is going to happen to him.

"Corpse tumors, collect all of them from me."

"No problem?"

Yang Feng's tone was cold, leaving no room for maneuver.

Fat Jin Ya looked around, observed the faces of his colleagues, and then patted his chest and said, "No problem!!"

"Let's divide the supplies of these two dead people."

Yang Feng glanced at the bodies of Yu Tiejun and Lu Xiaohan, then turned back to face Xia Hai and said, "The rest of the things will be left to you."

The business is done.

There are still many trivial things to clean up.

Blocking the news, redistributing the benefits, appeasing people's hearts, and collecting corpse tumors must also have certain rewards and returns.

These things will definitely make Xia Hai busy.

A few hours later.

Fat Jin Ya "searched" the merchants in the end times from house to house.

A very shocking number was placed in front of everyone.

"Chief Yang."

"A total of 6759 corpse tumors."

Even Xia Hai was shocked by the number that Fat Jin Ya found.

What's going on? ?

Under our noses, the merchants actually hid so many corpse tumors? ?

Six thousand seven hundred corpse tumors, even if it is the shelter base, it will take a week to obtain them.

Exchange of interests.

Buy low and sell high.

Plunder the people's blood.

Crazy absorption of the blood of the shelter, the parasites are quite enlarged.

"Boss Lin, contributed 482 corpse tumors."

"Boss Liu, contributed 375 corpse tumors."

"Boss Wang, contributed 541 corpse tumors."

"Yu Tiejun, Lu Xiaohan... They found more corpse tumors, each of them has more than a thousand."

So that's it.

A little bit adds up to a lot, you come with a few hundred, he comes with a few hundred, and when they are gathered together, the number becomes very considerable.

"It's really worth the trip."

Yang Feng was very satisfied. With these more than six thousand corpse tumors, he can complete his next plan.

"Very good."

"Fat Jin Ya, I hope we can cooperate more in the future."

Yang Feng smiled faintly, but it made Fat Jin Ya shudder, and cold sweat kept oozing from his forehead.

This time is enough! !

Heavy bleeding.

After working hard for half a year, we are back to the days before liberation.

Since the outbreak of the apocalypse, the opportunistic merchants have just risen and finally accumulated a wave of wealth, but before they have time to suck blood, they are bitten off by others.

Who can bear it again?

"Cooperation, cooperation, I will definitely cooperate..."

Fat Jin Ya wiped the sweat from his forehead and agreed repeatedly, but he was panicking in his heart.

"In addition."

"Captain Xia, don't forget that you still owe me some corpse tumors."

"I hope you won't default. When the next batch of refugees arrives, pay them with interest, right?"

Yang Feng turned to Xia Hai and said that the other party still owed a large number of corpse tumors, and the next batch of supplies and refugee survivors would be delivered soon.

The more he owed, the more he owed!

Most of the corpse monsters killed in the shelter base had to be used to repay the debt.

Exploitation.

Yang Feng was the real big farmer.

Exploiting slaves, exploiting the shelter base, exploiting the merchants in the end times... I'm afraid that even a dog would be slapped twice before leaving.

"I will do my best to supervise the shelter base."

Xia Hai also wiped the sweat from his temples, feeling that every minute and every second with the tyrant Yang Feng was so painful.

"Okay."

"I believe in you."

Yang Feng no longer embarrassed the two, and finally shook hands with them one by one and said goodbye: "Then, see you next time."

"Goodbye."

"See you next time."

Yang Feng and Long Er drove away into the night.

Xia Hai and Fat Jin Ya both slumped their shoulders, finally able to relax.

Living King of Hell.

Ghost-seeing Trouble.

I really hope that we can spend less time together next time we meet...

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One day later.

Old air-raid shelter.

The corpse tumors in front of Yang Feng really piled up into a small mountain.

Xia Hai's 5,000.

The Doomsday Merchant's 6,700.

Su Manman led the Corpse Hunting Team, and together with the Blood Hunting Team, they also collected 3,400 corpse tumors in just one week.

15,000.

Fifteen thousand corpse tumors, a terrifying order of magnitude, it would take a lot of time just to chew them up with the Ghost Face.

"It's finally here."

"The Ghost Face's mature body has evolved."

"Ten thousand corpse tumors represent ten times the killing, and all the sins will be gathered together."

Crunch, crunch, crunch.

After Yang Feng arranged everything, he began to chew the corpse tumors.

One thousand, two thousand, five thousand.

Ten thousand...

The incalculable remnant consciousness seemed to gather into a vortex, rolling up obsession and filth, creating a spiritual storm.

A new trial has begun!!