After traversing to the apocalypse, I am extremely delighted as a Demon Cultivator

Chapter 18: Zombie Tyrant, Commander of the Soul Refining Streamers

“Xu Ziming, you’ve disappointed me!”

“You’re a pervert, a beast, a dog! Zhon, you toyed with me. You’re not accountable. I should’ve followed Cao Ke and the others!”

“You pants-wearing beast who can’t recognise people!”

“You’re going to die tonight!”

“I shouldn’t have trusted you!”

On the boom of an abandoned excavator, a woman with an appealing figure hung naked, hurling continuous insults. The target of her tirade stood on the roof of the adjacent building, accompanied by a group of people, all donning cloaks. Among them was Xu Ziming, amidst the population like Cao Ke. He remained silent, observing quietly.

Soon, what he awaited emerged: a zombie, possibly three or four meters tall, bursting from the green woods of the school. A third-level zombie, a tyrant resembling the Resident Evil creature. With brown muscles, a beard, terrifying height, and an overwhelming aura – a living tyrant.

The woman screaming served as bait to lure the tyrant. Beneath her lay various gasoline barrels and steel nails. They planned to detonate the setup, aiming for the zombie nucleus in the tyrant’s mind. From a third-level zombie, this crystal nucleus could elevate Xu Ziming to the ranks of third-level evolutionists.

Despite surviving over a year of doom and collecting numerous zombie nuclei, Xu Ziming hadn’t attained third-level evolution. Anxious due to the upcoming second evolutionary frenzy, he asserted control over everyone, forbidding them from hunting zombies and collecting nuclei.

The woman became his plaything, and others served as his lackeys. He even killed most of the men. Desperate, he resorted to hunting third-level zombies.

“As long as you obtain the nucleus of a third-level zombie, you can become a third-level evolutionist…”

The more he thought about it, the more excited he became. Tired of his current companions, he sought new ones, especially the three who had escaped – Cao Ke and the others.

“But don’t let me meet you again!”

As he spoke, licking his lips, a thud echoed behind him. Before Xu Ziming could turn around, his younger brother with the detonator had his head smashed in, blood and brain splattering on Xu Ziming’s face.

“Tsk tsk, it’s disgusting.”

Looking at the lifeless body next to him, Xu Ziming seemed indifferent. Even the bloodstained man in front of him wiped his hands on his clothes. Observing from a distance, Wu Ping picked up the detonator and tossed it aside.

“Tell me, why waste such good material for corpse refining? Drawing out the soul alive is perfect. Blowing it to pieces ruins it.”

Spotting the tyrant earlier, Wu Ping saw potential in using it for corpse refining – a perfect thug or bodyguard. Disapproving the plan to blow it up, he couldn’t let such valuable material go to waste. Even a damaged corpse would affect its appearance. Wu Ping asked Cao Ke about formalin, considering preserving the tyrant’s corpse.

At that time, it would be used to soak it up, and when he had obtained the corpse refining technique, he would come back to refine it. Cao Ke said there is. Wu Ping couldn’t wait to get down. Xu Ziming was completely frightened by Wu Ping’s momentum. If the object of this person’s killing was him just now, would he be dead without noticing it at all?

Someone next to him quietly retreated half a step. Wu Ping raised his hand and pointed, and the crimson flames rushed away, directly igniting the man. The screams continued but stopped again in the blink of an eye because people had been burned into coke.

“Did it move you?” Wu Ping said casually.

Everyone stood like a wooden chicken. Only this person moved. Who would he kill if he didn’t kill him? It’s not out of the group at all.

Looking at the man in front of him. Wu Ping asked, “I heard your name is Xu Ziming?” Pop. A slap hit Xu Ziming’s face, and half of his face was directly smashed. “Did your fucking vocal cords fall at home? Speak!” The severe pain instantly angers Xu Ziming, who had been above everyone for a long time. “You dare to hit me!” Boom! The man’s cry stopped abruptly in an instant. Oh! It turned out that the head was kicked off.

“Forget it, I won’t ask you anymore, trouble.” Turning around and looking at Cao Ke and the three of them: “Come here, look at these people. One of them is not pleasing to the eye, and the one who likes to stab, he should be killed.”

After Wu Ping finished speaking, he turned around and jumped down. The woman who was hung on the excavator had already been half-eaten. Looking at Wu Ping in front of him. The tyrant’s simple mind was a little confused. Is this an extra meal?

He stretched out his big hand and grabbed it towards Wu Ping. Wu Ping couldn’t bear to hurt it too badly. This big man, this muscle, this shape. So handsome! He also stretched out his hand and grabbed the tyrant’s hand. The tyrant, who was at least a thousand catties, was swung up by Wu Ping with one hand and slammed to the ground.

To get started, please press on the tyrant’s forehead. Pull out with a pull action. The tyrant’s soul was drawn out in an instant. That was where Xiuxian restrained the doomsday world. As for swinging it up, don’t worry, it was purely Wu Ping’s physical power, and it was not worth the fuss.

Wu Ping’s eyes lit up! This was simply the perfect candidate for the leader of the soul streamer!

Carrying the tyrant’s body, he flew to the low building. Those Xu Ziming’s dog legs were kneeling on the ground, begging Cao Ke and the others with snot and tears. Even more, he complained about Xu Ziming’s atrocities like a treasure.

At that moment, Wu Ping’s voice came: “Do you want to keep them for dinner?”