Where are we going?
A survivor beside him asked Zuo Nan.
They believed in Zuo Nan's strength and intelligence.
Previously, when enslaved by a strong individual, it was Zuo Nan who led them to escape from the strong individual's grasp twice.
It's just that their strength was too weak. Although they could escape, as long as they encountered a powerful survivor, the outcome was always capture.
Now, there were almost no stronger existences in the world than them, so they once again placed their hopes on Zuo Nan.
"I remember a strong individual once casually mentioned that he obtained a key fragment leading to the lighthouse in an interface city!"
"It is said that the natives live on the lighthouse, and they must understand this disaster better than us!"
"We can take advantage of the current phase where the monsters in this world are not very strong, and find the lighthouse as soon as possible. Perhaps we can gain a leveling advantage over others!"
Zuo Nan explained with a serious expression.
"But haven't all the key fragments been taken by the strong individuals? Is it too late for us to go now?"
Another survivor asked.
"Do you remember when we first transmigrated? Back then, the city's supplies were abundant, indicating that resets would restore supplies. Although I don't know how it's done, it does have such a function!"
"Now that the world has been reset again, it's very likely that those items will also be reset!"
"Of course, I'm not sure if important items will be reset... but we have to try. If the key fragment is there, we'll have hit the jackpot!"
Zuo Nan explained.
"Well, we have to kill mutants to get stronger anyway. The high walls of Bankou City are sealed, with no entrances or exits. Even if we go out, there are rivers on both sides, which are not conducive to combat!"
"We'll leave from the interface city, find a few infected to practice with, and recover our condition!"
"It's been a while since I've had a good fight, I'm a little excited!"
The other survivors said with a smile.
Soon, Zuo Nan and his group boarded a train heading to the interface city.
As the train slowly started, something suddenly slammed heavily onto the roof of the train, making a dull thud.
"What was that? Was it a mutant?"
"Doesn't feel like it. The sound was very heavy, more like metal!"
With a creak!
A gap was torn open in the roof of the train.
The cold body of a puppet warrior appeared before them.
"Damn it, Sigeman actually found still functional puppet warriors!"
"Everyone, prepare to engage!"
Zuo Nan roared and engaged the puppet warrior.
Listening to the sound of battle gradually fading in the tunnel, Sigeman smiled faintly.
"These puppet warriors are definitely enough for Zuo Nan to handle. Even if they can't kill him, they can severely wound him and delay his subsequent leveling speed. A wounded person who can't level up is no different from a dead person once the world's suppression is partially lifted after thirty days."
"Moreover, Zuo Nan leaving on the train just delivered transportation to the interface city."
"Based on past experiences, Sigeman received a video from Tengxiang Country and then followed the camp leader to advance this way."
"Since it's a cycle, it's likely that new survivors have also discovered Tengxiang Country's secret and are rapidly gathering here."
"With the help of the train, it's probably soon that tender little lambs will be delivered to our doorstep!"
Thinking of beautiful women and the abundant supplies in the survivor rings, Sigeman's eyes were filled with excitement.
He ordered the weakest survivors to guard the buildings near the tunnel entrance. As soon as there was any movement, they were to report to him immediately.
He himself, with other survivors, stayed in a hotel, indulging in pleasure.
There were plenty of supplies in the city's shopping malls and supermarkets.
These people had been enslaved and oppressed for a long time. Suddenly obtaining so many supplies, their first thought wasn't to store them, but to indulge and consume them all!
At first, they still maintained their old habits when eating, not wasting anything, and collecting all the residue from the packaging.
When they discovered that there was so much food that even if seventy to eighty people ate ravenously for a month, they couldn't finish it all, indulgence began.
Some snacks were opened, eaten a couple of bites, and then tossed aside.
The ground was littered with half-finished bottles of drinks and purified water.
Beer that couldn't be finished was thrown out the window to hear the sound, seeing who could throw it farther.
Only scarce ingredients like canned meat were consumed completely.
The rest was unrestrained revelry day and night, anytime.
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This continued for two days.
Sigeman was awakened by the sound of private message notifications.
He rubbed his eyes and looked at the men and women sprawled in the room, rubbing his temples.
The afterglow of the setting sun shone through the window, making Sigeman unable to open his eyes.
"Is it morning? Or evening?"
Sigeman recovered for a moment, looked at the time on the system interface, and then confirmed.
"It's dusk."
"Boss, some fat sheep are arriving by train. This is a photo I took of them!"
"They're all men, women, old, and young. They look like a bunch of weaklings!"
The scout survivor sent over a set of photos.
In the photos, Zhang Chen was pulling Xiao Bai, with Er Pang standing beside him in his smaller form.
Behind them followed a group of listless survivors.
"There are even old people and children in there?!"
"They are indeed weaklings. A hunter camp truly composed of strong individuals wouldn't accommodate so many burdens."
"Camps that can bring old people and children are mostly filled with overly kind individuals who are swayed by their maternal instincts."
"Perhaps the leader has some ability, but burdened by these dead weights in the camp, they are destined not to be strong."
In fact, if Sigeman only looked at the photos, his analysis would be entirely correct.
This was because the True God Sect did indeed absorb many scattered survivors who were not qualified to enter the main camp.
Moreover, the strength of these survivors was indeed relatively weak.
It was just unfortunate that he didn't know that these survivors were all clones disguised.
Even setting aside their ability to control infected armies, the personal combat power of these clones was absolutely on par with that of metamorphs.
The seemingly weak survivor group before him actually represented the pinnacle of combat power in the current world.
"Very good, wait for me there. I'll gather my team and have a good taste of these fat sheep!"
Sigeman smiled faintly.
Although he was arrogant, he was not an idiot.
There was no need for him to risk his life to challenge Zhang Chen one-on-one.
The entire camp had over seventy people, all with strength above the metamorph level.
Why not have everyone swarm them? Crush the enemy with absolute strength!
The first rule of survival in the apocalypse is to be cunning above all else. If a risk can be avoided, it absolutely must be avoided!
"That... Big Brother, Hill has gone ahead. He said he wants to slaughter these fat sheep as an offering to you!"
The scout survivor quickly sent another message.