Eye of Investigation

After the male zombie fell, Lin Zhiluo clearly saw a teal-colored item appear beneath it.

It looked like a Bronze-grade item.

He didn't rush to check it.

The naked female zombie behind him was already charging at him.

Damn, she was fast. Those two zombie-fied big gray rabbits were swinging around wildly.

That was careless of him. He shouldn't have picked Technician No. 3.

Although Lin Zhiluo's attention was drawn to them, the dagger in his hand didn't slow down at all.

It struck the female zombie right in the neck.

Female zombies generally had higher Agility than male zombies.

But their Constitution was considerably lower.

With one slash, the black word "Death" appeared above her.

Then another teal-colored item appeared beside the female zombie.

Holy crap, double the good fortune.

This was amazing!

Lin Zhiluo thought back to his previous life.

At the beginning, he'd killed over a hundred zombies and only gotten a bottle of mineral water—and it had been half empty.

Now, out of the four zombies he'd killed, three had dropped Bronze-grade items.

The difference was ridiculous!

A hundred percent drop rate was incredible!

Who wouldn't want to be a lucky bastard, if they had the choice?

Lin Zhiluo picked up both little cylinders from the ground and realized they were identical items—and old acquaintances, too.

[Eye of Investigation]: One-time-use Bronze-grade item. It can detect any movement within ten meters. If anyone approaches, it will warn the user. Duration: 10 hours.

This thing had been a treasure to Lin Zhiluo in his previous life.

Whenever he'd been chased by people sent by the Li Family or Yao Jinghan until he was exhausted and had no choice but to rest,

Lin Zhiluo would take out a high-grade Eye of Investigation.

Only then could he sleep without worry.

But because it was so useful, few people who owned one were willing to sell it.

So Lin Zhiluo had only been able to use one on rare occasions.

Now he didn't have to yearn for one anymore. He had two tucked away, even if they were only Bronze-grade.

No, he had to splurge tonight and use one.

Lin Zhiluo thought resolutely.

Perhaps that was what they meant by retaliatory spending once you got rich.

"Thump, thump, thump."

The stairs leading upstairs creaked.

At the same time, Lin Zhiluo heard someone cursing.

"Who's up there, making all that noise? Damn it, if you're going to fool around, at least do it properly."

It was the innkeeper. He'd heard the commotion, woken from his sleep, and come out to investigate.

As luck would have it, he'd been sleeping too soundly and missed the earlier global announcement.

He'd mistaken the panel that appeared before him for a hallucination caused by being startled awake and casually tapped the close button.

Lin Zhiluo walked out of Room 206 and stood in the corridor.

The innkeeper had just reached the second floor when he spotted Lin Zhiluo.

"Damn it, so it was you, you little punk! You don't have a penny to your name, yet you're making all this noise. You're not leaving until you get down on your knees and call me Grandpa!"

"Come to think of it, you're pretty fair and clean-cut. Your mom must be a looker, too. Bring her over to work, and I might consider letting you off."

The innkeeper had a fiery temper. Still cursing, he charged at Lin Zhiluo and tried to punch him in the head.

Lin Zhiluo sighed. He'd planned to let the man off because he was in a good mood.

After sighing, he walked toward the innkeeper with his dagger in hand.

As the innkeeper watched Lin Zhiluo approach, his raised hand slowly lowered.

An overwhelming pressure had washed over him.

Just facing Lin Zhiluo made him feel as if he could suffocate at any moment.

He didn't know it was killing intent, the kind Lin Zhiluo had developed after killing over a hundred thousand people.

Usually, Lin Zhiluo kept it well hidden.

But the moment he truly meant to kill, that killing intent came pouring out.

The innkeeper tried to retreat, but his legs trembled uncontrollably. He couldn't move at all.

He wanted to beg for mercy, but couldn't even make a sound.

Lin Zhiluo simply stared at the innkeeper as he walked right up to him.

If you can't find a book by searching its title, try searching for the author. Maybe it was just renamed!

One slash.

The man's head hit the ground.

Lin Zhiluo had never been one to reason with people during his ten years in the apocalypse.

The apocalypse wasn't a place for reason, either.

Whether it was treating human lives as worthless or slaughtering the innocent—

none of it was worth mentioning.

Remember, in the apocalypse, the one who held the most power to make themselves heard was the one with the strongest fists.

How many people had Lin Zhiluo killed in his previous life?

He couldn't remember. He only knew that if anyone crossed him, he killed them.

After he became the War God, hadn't he been hailed as the Dragon Kingdom's guardian deity?

Absurd...

Lin Zhiluo couldn't even be bothered to look at the innkeeper's corpse on the ground.

If it weren't such a hassle, he would've turned the man into a zombie first and then killed him.

After all, everything dropped something.

But after a player was bitten by a zombie, it took about an hour for them to turn completely.

In that hour, Lin Zhiluo could kill who knew how many zombies.

Thinking of that, he knocked on the door of Room 205.

"Hello, I'm here to unclog your drain."

There was no one inside.

Rooms 204 and 203 were empty, too.

Lin Zhiluo couldn't help feeling a little frustrated.

Finally, when he knocked on the door of Room 202, he heard a zombie growl from inside.

Finally, a zombie!

Lin Zhiluo felt as if he'd been reunited with an old friend.

He kicked the door open.

With a clean, swift slash, Lin Zhiluo killed his "old friend."

The "old friend" zombie kindly dropped him a bottle of "Flying Fairy" Moutai.

"Nice, brother! You're a friend for life!" He gave the headless "old friend" a thumbs-up.

After searching Room 201 and finding no one, Lin Zhiluo stretched.

The entire second floor of the inn had been "cleaned up." He'd stay here tonight.

As for the corpses and blood all over the floor, Lin Zhiluo wouldn't even spare them a glance.

When he'd been on the run, he'd even found a pile of zombie corpses and used them as a blanket, covering himself with them.

They kept him warm and helped him evade pursuit.

They'd worked great.

There was another important reason Lin Zhiluo had chosen to rest here.

The space was cramped and poorly ventilated.

It would effectively keep the zombies from surrounding him.

In the narrow corridor, no matter how many zombies there were, they could only fight him one at a time.

It was a shame there were so few zombies. He'd only gained four experience points so far.

He was still six points away from leveling up.

And it was already 7:40.

This was bad. It was only twenty minutes until eight.

He needed to kill six zombies and reach Level 3 within the next twenty minutes.

Thinking of that, Lin Zhiluo hurried downstairs.

The familiar reception desk was still there.

Suddenly, Lin Zhiluo remembered that this inn had a Technician No. 3, so there should be three women.

He'd only killed two so far, so there should be one left.

He picked up the hammer and tapped it against the counter, trying to make enough noise to lure out the zombie.

Just as Lin Zhiluo had expected,

after he'd been tapping for a while, he heard something behind the curtain at the desk.

Lin Zhiluo went behind the counter and pulled the curtain aside.

But there was no zombie in sight.

So he held his breath and listened carefully to where the sound was coming from.

Finally, his gaze settled on a wooden board on the floor.

Holy crap, it was really well hidden—tucked away underground.