Pfft, pfft!
Just as someone tried to struggle, the guarding skeleton slashed him twice across the abdomen.
Blood gushed out, leaving his already heavily injured body even weaker.
Wu Heng glanced over and said directly, "Start from 205. Lock them up one per cell."
The skeletons began moving again.
They dragged the men into the prison cells.
"Wu Heng, the Necromancy Laboratory violates Association regulations."
"Let's talk this out. We both want to toy with the Second Prince. Cooperation is the best choice."
"I was hired for this. Your grudges have nothing to do with me. Let me leave, and I can give you a large sum of money."
"You've offended so many people. This won't end well for you."
"Wu Heng... you can't do this..."
The men shouted loudly, creating a chaotic din.
Whenever they resisted, the skeletons gave them a few slashes before barely managing to drag them into the cells and fit them with shackles.
The Iron Doors closed.
Only then did the noise die down.
Wu Heng said to the Alchemy Skeleton, "Let them recover for a day. Begin the Zombie conversion tomorrow."
The Alchemy Skeleton nodded and made a note in its record book.
Then it turned and left.
The matter of the five level 18 professionals was settled.
The Three Wraiths flew back. Xiaoxiao pointed at several cells ahead and said regretfully, "Uncle, those three Zombies are still level 19."
Wu Heng opened the narrow viewing slot in the Iron Door and glanced inside.
Zombie roars immediately came from within.
After closing it again, he said, "Let's wait a little longer. We've only been gone for two days. Maybe they'll reach level 20 in a few more days."
"Fine." Xiaoxiao shrugged.
Back in the Monitoring Room, Xiaoxiao excitedly told Granda about how