My Cell Prison-Chapter 1191 - 1190: Recruitment

The location where Han Dong slept was carefully selected by him.

A hidden alley situated between a residential area and an oil refinery, it almost served as the perfect crime scene.

Moreover, due to the Ministry of Punishment’s recently strengthened supervision of ’undead’, it was difficult to take action on the streets.

Han Dong was like a piece of juicy meat placed before the mouths of hungry wolves, who hadn’t had meat for a long time.

Two groups were attracted to the scene.

Most of them were workers from the refinery who would gather in secret to do side jobs, doing whatever they could to lighten the burden of living.

The majority were common zombies like Han Dong, maintaining the ’arms outstretched’ leaping state.

However, the leaders of both factions were abnormal zombies with certain special traits.

One of them, dragging an iron bar covered in fungal plaques, his body covered with corrosive fungal plaques.

Furthermore, he, as a zombie, surprisingly retained the function of breathing.

But the purpose of breathing wasn’t to supply the lungs for bodily functions, but to deliberately absorb toxins from the air and transform them into a deadly plague.

Another was covered in huge pus-filled boils that emitted a shimmering red light, seemingly possessing explosive traits.

This person directly plucked one of the boils from his chest and tossed it back and forth in his hand.

"Zhang Xiliang, this newbie is one of my men. I saw him walk out of the graveyard... You know the rule of first come, first served, don’t you?"

Zhang Xiliang, holding his iron bar, took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. Corrosive pits of various sizes appeared on the surrounding walls.

"What a coincidence, my people also saw him climbing out of the graveyard."

The two leaders were just talking tough and showed no real intention of clashing.

Starting a fight in an area close to the refinery would draw the attention of the Ministry of Punishment, no different from committing suicide... In such cases, both parties usually split the target by bisecting at the waist.

After all, bisecting wouldn’t lead to the death of a zombie, and even brought to the refinery, they could still fetch an equivalent price.

Just as the two were about to propose bisecting,

Hahaha...

An ethereal, sinister, and bizarre laughter echoed through the alley.

The laughter, like a parasite, burrowed into the brain of every zombie, including the two leaders.

This parasitic mockery dredged up the deepest resentments in each zombie’s head, bringing past grievances to the forefront of their minds.

The red boil in the leading zombie’s hand was thrown directly at the opposition.

But Zhang Xiliang swung his iron bar like a baseball bat, shattering the incoming boil.

The deadly plague mixed on the bar immediately contained the boil’s explosive component.

What this group of zombies didn’t know was that

the inlet and outlet of the alley were sealed off by strands of pure seawater, isolating inside from outside... The sounds of the conflict here could not escape to the external world.

The fight erupted in the alley, a deadly brawl triggered by primitive desires.

As each zombie’s head was smashed, bodies burst open, and hearts were pierced.

Zhang Xiliang, with the iron bar, due to excessive consumption of the plague within him, took a fierce breath to replenish energy... This inhalation brought him to his senses abruptly.

"What’s going on? Why did we start fighting... And with such a commotion, why haven’t the Ministry of Punishment’s Black Zombies come over?"

As he was stunned,

the opposing leader, swollen with boils, lunged directly at him, his pupils filled with madness.

"He’s gone mad!"

Just as he was about to self-destruct,

Whoosh!

Something went straight through the leader’s head, and the fully-red swelling instantly deflated, swiftly leading to death.

At this moment, the only zombie surviving in the alley was Zhang Xiliang, who held an iron rod.

The young man, regarded as "moving corpse oil" by two forces, stood behind another leader, with his strange tentacles being the main cause of the target’s death.

"Zhang Xiliang, you should be the most capable and the smartest among these zombies... You should have a way to deal with these corpses, to turn them all into ’corpse oil’, right?"

Zhang Xiliang had originally wanted to find an opportunity to escape and report the situation here to the Ministry of Punishment, blaming all the zombies’ deaths on Han Dong.

But when he made eye contact with the young man, he felt an instinctive fear, even more terrifying than the stare of a "zombie officer" from the Ministry of Punishment.

"...I can, but it has to be exchanged in separate time slots.

Plus, we need to move these corpses to a safe place.

Lately, Corpse Country has begun to tighten its control over ’zombies’. If this leaks out, we could be directly arrested by the Ministry of Punishment."

"Fine, do you have any safe strongholds?"

"I do... but it’s a bit distant. In the East District within the residential area, I bought an inconspicuous bungalow."

"Do you have a map? Show it to me."

"Yes."

Han Dong had already taken a rough tour of the Oil Mill District, and as soon as Zhang Xiliang marked the map, he immediately recalled the appearance and exact location of the corresponding building.

Creak, creak...

A tentacle with a starlight sheen grew from the palm of Han Dong and began to draw a formation on the ground of the alley.

Zhang Xiliang watched these odd tentacles in confusion, assuming it to be some kind of "body mutation".

"Bring all the corpses here, stack them within the formation..."

"Oh, okay."

Although he had no idea what Han Dong was planning, Zhang Xiliang hastened to comply.

"All the corpses are placed, what now?"

"Step inside yourself."

Zhang Xiliang had heard some rumors that the executives within the Oil Mill could refine ’corpse oil’ through some secret formation without the need for machinery... The current scene was somewhat similar.

"What are you going to do?"

As he asked the question, Han Dong slapped him into the formation.

With a flash of starlight before his eyes, in the next second, he found himself inside the shabby bungalow Zhang Xiliang had recently purchased.

It was situated at the most remote edge of the Oil Mill District.

Although the house was rundown, it was safe.

"This is... divine magic! Are you a secret official from the "Seventh Department" of the court?"

Upon hearing this, Han Dong knew he had chosen the right person, for Zhang Xiliang seemed to know a lot.

Yet, Han Dong did not pretend, "Not as much as you think, I’m just a zombie who has recently arrived here... Actually, I was considering killing you all just now, but I found you to be tolerable.

If I’m not mistaken, you seem to be nearing a breakthrough, right?"

Han Dong’s Demon Eye could observe inside Zhang Xiliang a flow of "qi" located in the Dantian, showing signs of transitioning from white to green.

"Yes..."

"As long as you do your job well for me, I’ll give you a bit of help.

Next, we’ll take a corpse to the oil refinery to repay a debt, get me familiar with the ’rules’ of the Oil Mill District, and I have many questions I want to ask you."

"Okay."

After witnessing the unbelievable spatial ability, Zhang Xiliang had exalted Han Dong in his mind... At the same time, Zhang Xiliang would occasionally let the corners of his mouth curl up, feeling like this situation might bring him laughter.