Undersea Zombie Factory

"Lady Mazu, shouldn't this overtime pay be doubled?"

Bai Zhu gripped his sword and stood on the deck for nearly half the night.

That sound never stopped.

Thud.

It came once every so often.

Neither hurried nor heavy, like someone politely reminding him: I'm here.

At first, Bai Zhu watched the sea. Later, he began staring at his system panel.

But the panel was perfectly quiet. Other than his Reiatsu value sitting there, there were no missions, no achievements, no red warning messages.

That made it even more annoying.

If the system was up to something, it should at least have some professional standards.

Yet there was nothing.

But the sound continued.

Bai Zhu even tried taking two steps toward the bridge.

The thudding grew fainter.

When he retreated to the edge of the deck—

The thudding became clear again.

And there was no way Morel and the others should have had no reaction to that kind of noise.

He stared at the dark sea, held it in for a long while, then finally cursed under his breath.

"Fuck, could it be directional audio?"

Bai Zhu crouched beside Milluki and waved a hand near his ear.

"Bai Zhu, quit messing around."

Milluki rubbed his ear, rolled over, and continued sleeping.

Then Bai Zhu went over to Morel.

"Morel?"

Morel did not open his eyes, but he clicked his tongue.

Bai Zhu straightened up, feeling that something was even more wrong. These guys clearly were not dead asleep.

So why had none of them reacted at all?!

Or rather, perhaps only he could hear it.

He looked down at his sword, then out at the sea.

"Buddy, I'm not in great shape right now. If you want to chat, come back in the daytime."

Thud.

Bai Zhu fell silent.

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