Little Mei Visits, War God Wu Huihui!

Tonight, the zombies howled outside for most of the night.

During that time, the door to a dormitory on the fifth floor was smashed open by zombies, followed by piercing screams.

The players on that floor were dragged into the misfortune as well.

Because all the zombies had rushed over there!

By the next morning, only four players remained on the fifth floor!

This sudden turn of events was like a bucket of cold water poured over their heads, gradually dampening the mood in the chatroom.

The people on the first and second floors were the exception. The moment the sun rose today, they went out to search for supplies.

They had plenty of opportunities, unlike the players on the upper floors, who could only wait to die.

Inside an equipment room, Wang Yang tested the killing power of a golf club by smashing a zombie's head apart with a single blow.

Suddenly, a flash of white light appeared beneath the zombie's armpit, and a slip of paper materialized.

Wang Yang reached out and picked it up.

[Intelligence Note]

[Type: Item]

[Contents: During the day, zombies sleep in cool places to reduce their internal energy consumption. After waking, their mobility will also be greatly reduced.]

[Description: This thing has no level and cannot be dismantled or upgraded. Just read it and that's that.]

In an instant, Wang Yang clenched his fists, his eyes turning red.

Wrong. It was all wrong!

They had been playing this game wrong from the very beginning!

The real way to play was to guard the doors at night, search for supplies during the day, and clear out zombies.

If he shared this intelligence, he could definitely save a lot of people!

But then, he would lose his head start.

If everyone went downstairs, the first- and second-floor players would lose their initial advantage!

Taking a deep breath, Wang Yang tried killing other zombies and was startled to discover that they dropped food and raw materials.

They might even drop blueprint designs!

Now he definitely couldn't tell anyone!

Once the news got out, every player would compete with him for supplies and zombies.

And it could easily cause chaos!

"This game definitely has more than one round. Since you're all going to die anyway, you might as well fatten me up!"

As long as he controlled the pace and didn't make too much noise, these zombies wouldn't notice even if their companions died right beside them!

Those curled-up zombies were no different from free kills!

Fourth floor.

Wang Ao grabbed the edge of the wall guardrail, lightly kicked off the wall, then used the momentum of his swing back to leap down to the third floor.

He then repeated the same movement and actually made it all the way down to the first floor.

"Success!"

Wang Ao nearly cheered aloud. Pulling out a small knife, he ran toward the cafeteria with a vicious gleam in his eyes.

"Tsk, tsk. I knew a place like this would have something good!" In the principal's office, Zhou Tao held a syringe that clearly looked unusual. After admiring it for a moment, he heard footsteps outside and hurriedly hid it in his backpack.

The newcomer was a skinny male student. He opened the office door, froze briefly upon seeing Zhou Tao, then grinned slyly. "Zhou Tao, did you know Li Xing found a skill book?"

"A skill book?" Zhou Tao's eyes lit up.

"Yeah. Since you're here, let's go ask whether he's willing to sell it."

"Okay."

"Oh, right. Did you find anything good here?"

"Don't even mention it. Bad luck!"

Everyone had their own plans!

Everyone was taking action!

Except Xu Lang.

Today was the fourth day since the game began. Everyone had undergone a drastic change in mindset—except Xu Lang, who was still lying flat.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

"Xu Lang, open the door! I know you're home!"

Everyone still alive on the tenth floor had gathered outside Xu Lang's door, men and women alike.

Xu Lang frowned, unable to sleep through the noise.

"Xu Lang, should we go out and take a look?" Cao Yaxuan whispered in his ear.

"No need to pay them any attention." Xu Lang shook his head.

If they really caused a huge commotion, the zombies would teach them a lesson.

Outside Room 200.

The boys all looked utterly dejected, while one girl was especially anxious.

That was Wu Huihui.

She was also the main one pounding on the door.

The boys present had all backed away, afraid of getting caught in the crossfire.

Wu Huihui was simply too huge.

An upgraded version of that senior named Meiyu—could anyone handle that?

Her underwear could be taken apart and made into a vest for Xu Lang.

Even her roommate Wang Tingting had moved a little farther away from her.

"Lang, Lang, hurry up and open the door! It's me, Wu Huihui!" Wu Huihui slammed the door with all her strength, wailing nonstop.

One boy finally couldn't take it anymore and quietly reminded her, "Keep it down. I heard zombies growling."

"I don't care, I don't care! Brother Lang already said he wanted Xiaomei. I can do anything, and he has supplies too, so why won't he give us any?" Wu Huihui wailed for a while before growing angry again.

A boy stepped forward, his face grim. "Xu Lang, if you still won't open the door, we'll force our way in. We're classmates. You can't just stand by and watch us die, can you?"

"Yeah, he has supplies to support women!"

"Cao Yaxuan is already living in the same room as him. He must've played her to ruin!"

"I never knew Xu Lang was this kind of person!"

The discussion outside the door grew louder and louder.

Xu Lang ignored them all.

When Zhou Tao had ambushed him before, not a single one of them had warned him. It was chilling.

Suddenly, a zombie charged out of the stairwell, frightening everyone into scattering in panic.

Wu Huihui did not run. Heartbroken by Xu Lang, she sobbed as she glared furiously at the zombie.

"Fuck you!" Her eyes reddened. When the zombie rushed close, she kicked it.

Her kick landed squarely on the zombie's chest, as though it had triggered a critical hit, instantly caving in its chest!

The zombie's head tilted to one side, and it died on the spot.

A flash of white light appeared, and a can of yellow peaches dropped beside the zombie.

Wu Huihui froze, and so did the students who had only run halfway.

Everyone's eyes fixed on the can of yellow peaches, but no one dared to snatch it.

With Wu Huihui's eyes glowing red like that, how was she any different from a mad bull?

"Huihui... Sister Wu, what's your Constitution stat?" one boy swallowed and asked with difficulty.

"Eight." Wu Huihui swung her arm, thicker than a person's leg, and picked up the can of yellow peaches.

At once, everyone nearly lost it.

The basketball team's vanguard had only had a Constitution of seven!

So you were actually the biggest carry on the tenth floor!

They didn't need to rely on Xu Lang. The tenth floor had its own War God!

Wu Huihui and the others did not keep the matter of zombies dropping items to themselves. They spread the news.

A new storm erupted in the chatroom.

Everyone was eager to try killing zombies.

But then a problem arose: where were they supposed to get weapons?

Not everyone was as fierce as Wu Huihui!

After so many days in the apocalypse, everyone's mental state was poor, and their physical strength had declined badly. Without weapons, there was no way they could face zombies head-on.