Chapter 165 Seven Instruments of Torture, Root of Resentment, Dry Sand, Door of Darkness
Old bomb shelter.
Yang Feng sat on a luxurious sofa, holding his chin with one hand and looking at everyone coldly.
A cute and cute little boy was playing on the side, his pure eyes full of curiosity about everything.
other side.
Su Manman, Long Er, Han Meixin and Lin Xueli... all half-knelt, waiting for Yang Feng's order.
"I'm a little disappointed."
Yang Feng said indifferently, and the people kneeling on the ground lowered their heads.
during this time.
Gathering place No. 9 turned into a mess.
Materials were looted.
Food is in short supply.
The most powerful fighting force fell into a dormant slumber.
The two-headed spider girl was not very effective in combat and could barely maintain the operation of the gathering place. However, when a powerful enemy attacked, the entire camp was almost wiped out.
"Owner."
"This will never happen again."
Sumanman fell to the ground, clenched his fists, and swore through gritted teeth.
"I'm a little tired of it."
"There are always flies around, which makes people upset."
A trace of killing intent flashed between Yang Feng's brows, and his meaning was very simple.
This is not the first time that Gathering Place No. 9 has been attacked.
The small, blind forces around him are like buzzing flies, which makes people feel upset.
"kill."
Long Er uttered a word, and his eyes became colder.
Kill all those small forces and clean up all the troubles.
"hehe."
"I'm not that cruel."
Yang Feng sneered, and then continued: "Those who surrender will be conquered, those who resist will be killed without mercy, and all their supplies and survivors will be brought back."
"Yes, Master."
"Yes, chief."
Everyone immediately accepted the order, their eyes flashing with murderous intent.
When the tyrant gets angry, someone is bound to bleed, and all the small forces around Gathering No. 9 will suffer a major purge.
Not to be messed with.
Untouchable.
This time, all survivors in the entire city must understand that the tyrant's territory must not be easily set foot.
"One more thing."
"Let that man in."
Yang Feng gave an order, and then a somewhat obscene fat man walked in.
Fat gold teeth.
When the businessman with a flattering face saw the commanders kneeling on the ground, he knelt down and faced Yang Feng with all his prowess.
"This is Fat Gold Tooth."
"He's a businessman."
"The gathering area has grown in size. The families of the soldiers are sent to the shelter in batches. The excess supplies and materials can be sold by Fat Gold Tooth."
Yang Feng's cold gaze focused on Fat Jinya.
Gathering Place No. 9 continues to grow and develop.
Especially after hunting and exterminating the 100,000-level zombie tide, the scarce supplies in the nearby area were like mines waiting for people to mine them.
Household appliances.
Electronic parts.
Luxurious wine and cigarettes.
Building materials and tools, various life-saving medicines in pharmacies, even cotton-padded jackets for winter use in clothing stores, and some warm quilts for bedding.
These 'golden mountains' are of great value and can be exchanged for a large number of corpse tumors.
"Han Meixin, Shirley Lin."
"You two are in charge of logistics, and you will be in contact with Fat Gold Tooth in the future."
Yang Feng handed over the task of logistics transaction to the two-headed spider girl. No one knew the situation of the base's supplies better than these two sisters.
"Yes, chief."
The two-headed spider girl took the order, then turned her head and glanced at Fat Gold Tooth.
"Boss Gold Teeth."
"Look out for me in the future."
The two-headed spider girl, whose two heads spoke separately, made Fat Jinya tremble with fear.
None of the commanders in Gathering Area 9 are normal people, they are all hideous and terrifying monsters.
"Take care, take care."
Fat Jinya wiped the cold sweat from his temples and quickly agreed.
"Fat Gold Tooth."
Yang Feng walked to Fat Jinya and looked down at him.
"I want to remind you."
"It's normal for middlemen to make profit margins, but it's best not to look too ugly when you eat."
"I can use you or others, but there is one thing you must understand...you know too many secrets."
Yang Feng's voice gradually became colder, threatening Fat Jinya.
The middlemen are hugely profitable.
Fat Gold Tooth took a large amount of supplies and went to the shelter base to sell them and make a lot of money.
certainly.
Fat Jinya can make this money, and so can everyone else.
If the tyrant is slightly angered, Fat Gold Tooth will die when the next trader of the apocalypse is replaced.
"I understand, I understand."
"Thank you very much for the promotion, Chief Yang."
"Don't worry, Leader Yang. I definitely don't dare to let you lose half of your profits. At most, you will only be siphoning off some of the shelter's profits."
Fat Jinya rubbed his hands obsequiously, revealing his true nature as a businessman.
"good."
"That's it for now."
"I need to rest for a few days, and I hope you will take care of things when I come out."
Yang Feng waved his hand and asked everyone to disperse. At the same time, he temporarily handed Ling over to Su Manman's care, and took the young master to experience the dangers of the end of the world.
Next.
There is still one more important thing to do, which is to deal with 20,000 corpse tumors.
The shelter base successfully collected debts and owed a huge sum of 150,000 corpse tumors, and the several large boxes brought back were just one of them.
[Seven Instruments of Torture]---Prison Worms.
Yang Feng had prison worms, so he no longer needed to use the ghost face to swallow mouthfuls of food. Instead, he let a large number of prison worms eat and swallow instead of him.
Rustle.
Crack.
There was a rustling sound, and countless prison worms began to eat a large number of corpse tumors.
Spiritual essence surged.
The filthy and persistent remnants also traced back to the ghost face.
They gathered together and condensed into new seven instruments of torture, gradually shaping into real concrete weapons.
[Seven Instruments of Torture]---Resentment Root.
It was like the roots of an ancient tree in the sky, entangled with each other, and turned into a creeping darkness.
Resentment and hatred were entangled with each other, without a specific form, and could condense into any shape of weapon.
Raise your hand.
The creeping dark roots condensed into a long handle, and the end formed a thick and solid dark steel, turning into a heavy hammer.
Holding the giant hammer in his hand, he felt a heavy feeling of infinite hatred and resentment, and the heavy power seemed to be able to smash the mountains.
Released his hand.
The creeping dark roots covered Yang Feng's palm.
It formed a pair of dark steel gloves, amplifying the power generated by the swing of the fists.
Dagger.
Slashing knife.
Giant hammer.
Gloves.
Even formed armor covering the whole body.
The resentful roots can be transformed into any equipment, and the power of resentment and hatred contained in them is so powerful that it is unimaginable.
[Seven Bitterness Instruments]--- Dry Sand.
It is a special kind of gravel, as if it represents the continuous aging of living things.
The withered gravel was blown up by the strong wind, as if it had been invaded by the years of aging, and was stained with mottled rust.
Twenty thousand corpse tumors were quickly devoured.
The two seven bitterness instruments condensed into entities and materialized into terrifying antimatter weapons.
However...
The sixth torture device, although not solidified into a physical form, has also taken shape.
Door.
It was a dark door.
Behind the door, prisoners were waiting to be released.
[Black Prison Prisoner]--Brain-eating Worm Demon.
[Black Prison Prisoner]--Extremely Cold Ice Ghost.
[Black Prison Prisoner]--Raging Flame Evil Spirit.
[Black Prison Prisoner]--Demon Shura.
[Black Prison Prisoner]---Killing Blade.
[Black Prison Prisoner]---Jinshan.
They were all at the other end of the door, anxiously waiting for something...