Eye of Investigation

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

It looked like it should be a Bronze-tier item.

He didn't rush to check it.

Because the naked female zombie behind was already charging toward him.

Good grief, she was charging so fast that those two zombified "big gray rabbits" were swinging all over the place.

That was reckless; I shouldn't have picked Technician No. 3.

Although Lin Zhiluo's gaze was drawn, the speed of the dagger in his hand was not slow in the slightest.

It accurately struck the female zombie's neck.

Generally speaking, female zombies have higher Agility compared to male zombies.

But their Constitution is significantly worse.

With one strike from Lin Zhiluo, the black word "Death" popped up.

Then, a cyan item appeared next to this female zombie as well.

Holy crap, double the joy.

This is too awesome!

Lin Zhiluo recalled his previous life.

At the very beginning, he had killed over a hundred zombies and only managed to get a bottle of mineral water—and it was half-empty at that.

Now, looking at himself, he had gotten three Bronze-tier items from four zombies.

The gap is just ridiculous!

A hundred percent drop rate is just too sweet!

If there were no other choice, who wouldn't want to be a lucky winner?

Lin Zhiluo picked up both small cylinders from the ground, only to discover they were two identical items, and both were old acquaintances.

[Eye of Investigation]: A one-time Bronze-tier item. It can detect any movement within ten meters and will alert the user if someone approaches. Duration: 10 hours.

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

Every time he was hunted by people sent by the Li Family and Yao Jinghan until he was so exhausted he had to rest, Lin Zhiluo would fish out a high-level Eye of Investigation.

Only then could he sleep with peace of mind.

However, because this thing was so useful, those who possessed it rarely sold it.

Therefore, Lin Zhiluo could only use it on very rare occasions.

Now, he didn't need to covet them anymore; he had two tucked in his pocket, even if they were only Bronze-tier.

No, I must be extravagant tonight and use one.

Lin Zhiluo thought firmly.

Perhaps this is what they call "revenge spending" once a person gets rich.

"Thump, thump, thump."

The stairs leading up made a noise.

At the same time, Lin Zhiluo also heard the sound of cursing.

"Who is it? Who's making such a racket up there? Damn it, if you're going to play, play properly."

It turned out the hotel owner had been woken from his sleep by the commotion and had run out.

As luck would have it, because he had been sleeping so soundly, he had missed the previous global announcement.

The panel that appeared before him was dismissed as a hallucination from waking up suddenly, and he had casually clicked it shut.

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

The hotel owner, who had just arrived on the second floor, spotted Lin Zhiluo at a glance.

"Damn it, so it's you, you little brat, right? You don't have a cent to your name yet you make such a huge scene. If you don't kneel down and call me Grandpa today, I won't let you walk out of here."

"Oh right, you look fair and clean; your mother must be decent too. If you call your mom over to work, I might consider letting you off."

The hotel owner was also a hot-tempered man. Not feeling satisfied after speaking, he charged toward Lin Zhiluo, attempting to punch him in the head.

Lin Zhiluo sighed. He had originally intended to let the man go since he was in a good mood.

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

The hotel owner looked at the approaching Lin Zhiluo, and his hand, which had just been raised, slowly lowered.

Because a massive sense of oppression was rushing toward him.

Just by facing Lin Zhiluo, he felt like he could suffocate at any moment.

He didn't know that this was killing intent—the killing intent cultivated after killing hundreds of thousands of people.

Usually, Lin Zhiluo kept this well hidden.

But once Lin Zhiluo truly felt the intent to kill, this murderous aura would be unleashed.

The innkeeper wanted to step back, only to find his legs shaking uncontrollably, unable to move at all.

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

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

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With one slash.

The head hit the floor.

During the ten years of the apocalypse, Lin Zhiluo was never a person who reasoned with others.

The apocalypse was not a place that reasoned, either.

Treating human life like grass or slaughtering the innocent.

These things were not worth mentioning.

Remember, in the apocalypse, the one who holds the most power is the one with the strongest fist.

How many people did Lin Zhiluo kill in his past life?

He couldn't even remember clearly; he only knew that he killed anyone who provoked him.

After becoming a War God, wasn't he still hailed as the Guardian Deity of the Dragon Kingdom?

Ridiculous...

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

If it weren't for the hassle, he would have planned to turn this thing into a zombie first before killing it.

After all, they had a hundred percent drop rate.

However, after a player is bitten by a zombie, it takes about an hour to fully turn into one.

In that hour, Lin Zhiluo could have killed who knows how many zombies.

Thinking of this, he knocked on the door of 205 again.

"Hello, here to clear the drain pipes."

Uh, there was absolutely no one.

Rooms 204 and 203 were the same.

Lin Zhiluo couldn't help but feel a bit depressed.

Finally, when he knocked on the door of room 202, the roar of a zombie came from inside.

Finally, a zombie!

Lin Zhiluo had the feeling of reuniting with an old friend.

He kicked the door open.

Lin Zhiluo cleanly and efficiently finished off this "old friend" zombie with one slash.

The "old friend" zombie even kindly dropped a bottle of Feitian Moutai for him.

"Not bad, good brother, I've decided to make you my friend!" He gave a thumbs up to the decapitated "old friend."

After sweeping room 201 and finding no one, Lin Zhiluo stretched his back.

The entire second floor of the inn had been "cleaned," so he would stay here tonight.

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

When he was on the run, he had even specifically sought out a pile of zombie corpses to use as a blanket to cover himself.

It could keep him warm and help him evade pursuit.

It was incredibly useful.

There was another important reason why Lin Zhiluo chose to rest here.

That was the cramped, airtight space.

It could effectively prevent zombies from launching a siege against him.

In this narrow corridor, no matter how many zombies there were, they could only challenge him one by one.

The only pity was that there were too few zombies; so far, he had only gained four experience points.

He was still six points away from leveling up.

And the time had reached 7:40.

No, there were only 20 minutes left until eight o'clock.

He had better kill six zombies within 20 minutes to reach level 3.

Thinking of this, Lin Zhiluo hurriedly ran downstairs toward the hotel lobby.

It was still that familiar front desk.

Lin Zhiluo suddenly realized that since this hotel had a Technician No. 3, there should be three women in total.

He had only killed two so far, so there should be one more left.

Thinking of this, he took his hammer and knocked on the surface of the front desk.

He attempted to create some noise to attract the zombie.

As Lin Zhiluo had expected, it worked.

After knocking for a while, he heard movement coming from behind the curtain of the front desk.

Lin Zhiluo walked into the front desk area and pulled back the curtain.

However, he did not see any zombies.

Therefore, he held his breath again and began to listen carefully to where the sound was coming from.

In the end, his gaze locked onto a wooden board on the floor.

"Damn, that's hidden really deep, hiding underground."

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