While Chen Luo was cutting down zombies, Jiang Chen and the other three hid upstairs, counting crystals out of boredom.
They did not dare go downstairs either. One or two zombies would have been manageable, but hundreds? That would have been suicide.
Jiang Chen did not want to count either, but with the other three all counting, it would have looked strange if he did not.
Jiang Chen comforted himself with the thought that even if they counted, the boss would not know how many crystals there were.
"Slash number 2,222."
"Slash number 3,333."
At slash number 3,568, the fourth batch of zombies was finally wiped out.
Chen Luo panted heavily. He was done killing. This was exhausting.
Never mind the little bit of strength he needed to kill level four zombies-even swinging a sword over three thousand times in a row was tiring.
Chen Luo muttered, "If there were over ten thousand zombies, they really could wear me to death."
Big Strong watched, its scalp prickling. This was the fourth batch of zombies it had brought, and this butcher had slaughtered every last one.
Good thing he left no survivors. Otherwise, would there still be a place for me, Big Strong, among the zombies?
Big Strong had already accepted the name Chen Luo had given it.
Chen Luo said, "All right, Big Strong, you can go. From now on, we'll meet once every seven days. Meet me here in seven days."
One thing troubled Chen Luo: he had no way to contact Big Strong himself. But if he brought it back to the base and kept it there, wouldn't that defeat the whole purpose?
This is my mole among the zombies. If I bring it home, it might end up becoming the zombies' mole instead.
Smart as Big Strong