The Necromancer is amassing troops like crazy in the apocalypse

Chapter 610: Chapter 502, they are all yours Chapter 610: Chapter 502, they are all yours “Kristu?” Wen Mansha whispered, repeating the name, but she shook her head.

She thought back but still shook her head; she had no impression of this person.

Wu Heng explained, “According to the information obtained by Wenshi, the man providing information and plans to the level 15 professionals is this person, a male merchant.”

Wen Mansha’s eyebrows raised.

“Since he is a merchant, it shouldn’t be difficult to investigate. There have indeed been several new merchant caravans arriving in the city recently. I’ll have someone look into it; identifying him shouldn’t be hard.”

Wu Heng nodded, leaving the matter to Wen Mansha.

Finding such a person should not be difficult.

The entire matter was discussed.

The two continued eating while chatting about the situations in their respective locations.

Wen Mansha was quite interested in Gold and Silver Island.

“Master, Madam! The room is ready,” the housekeeper said softly as she descended the stairs with quick steps.

Wen Mansha nodded and turned to Wu Heng, “This is my housekeeper, Hartel.”

Wu Heng also turned his gaze to Hartel, scrutinizing her carefully.

Not yet twenty-eight or twenty-nine, with brown hair tied back, she wore no jewelry, had an oval face, and black-framed glasses.

Her expression was serious, exuding an air of cool, intellectual maturity.

“Hello, Hartel.”

“Master!” the housekeeper curtseyed again.

Wen Mansha smiled as she rested her chin on her hand, watching Wu Heng.

After dinner, Wu Heng took Wen Mansha for a walk in the courtyard.

Then they returned to the living room and slowly climbed the stairs.

“I’ll set up a communication device in a room close to your bedroom.”

Wen Mansha asked with a smile, “What’s a communication device?”

“It’s an item that will allow you to keep in touch with Gold and Silver Island at any time,” Wu Heng explained.

“Good!”

They went upstairs together.

In the room next to the bedroom, Wu Heng installed a radio.

He picked up the microphone and demonstrated its use to Wen Mansha, saying, “With this, you can send messages directly to Gold and Silver Island; there’s no need to write letters, and you can chat casually.”

Wen Mansha, sitting beside him, asked, “A Special Item? Does it have any side effects?”

“Think of it as a Magical Prop. You should also arrange for a Skeleton Investigator on your end so that if any messages aren’t received, they can be recorded,” Wu Heng explained.

Wen Mansha nodded with a smile, “Okay!”

After briefing her about the radio,

the sky darkened, and Wu Heng accompanied her back to the bedroom.

…

On the couch.

Wen Mansha, wearing a nightgown, sat at the edge of the bed.

Wu Heng placed his ear against her stomach, listening to the heartbeat inside.

Wen Mansha sat there smiling, speaking softly, “Master, do you prefer a boy or a girl?”

Wu Heng looked up and sat beside her, “I like both.”

“Mini and Andre Willow, haven’t they moved yet?” Wen Mansha continued to ask.

“Not yet, it seems we are more in sync!”

“Master, really, you make one’s heart flutter,” Wen Mansha snuggled into his arms.

Wu Heng wrapped his arms around her and lay down on the bed, “Let’s rest; early sleep is good for your health.”

After turning off the lights,

Wu Heng held her as they both slowly fell asleep.

…

The next day, early in the morning.

After breakfast,

Wu Heng left a message for Wen Mansha and then went upstairs to pick a room to head to Zombie World.

After all, the journey had taken a considerable amount of time.

It was time to check on the situation here.

Upon leaving the building, the number of survivors in the factory yard had increased.

No special circumstances had arisen.

Soon, Qi Hancai approached from a distance, her boots clicking, “King!”

Called over time,

he had gotten used to the title. It was no longer as awkward as before.

Wu Heng nodded and asked, “The provincial rescue team hasn’t caused any trouble, has it?”

“No, but I heard that Boss Huang is dead,” Qi Hancai said, glancing up at his expression.

A few days earlier, a spy arranged by the rescue team was captured.

Wu Heng had said he would take care of it, but how and the final outcome were never discussed.

Yet, just two days later, the rescue team sent a group of people over.

They mentioned strengthening cooperation and the possibility of providing technical personnel to maintain and train staff for the other factory equipment.

It was subtly mentioned that Boss Huang had committed suicide in his study.

The body was already buried, and they wouldn’t pursue the matter.

Even though the entire event took place within the other party’s shelter, Qi Hancai was sure it was Wu Heng’s doing,

a man who posed a threat to the shelter,

dying by suicide in his own study.

The change in attitude of the rescue team was likely because they guessed as much.

Wu Heng did not elaborate further and asked, “Any problems with bullet production?”

Qi Hancai pondered for a moment, then said, “Two issues: one is the gunpowder supply, which is almost depleted from what you brought over, and the other is the unstable power supply; the solar panels’ storage is inconsistent, making it difficult to maintain full-day operations.”

In the end, it was still a power supply issue.

The establishment of the power plant had to be expedited.

“Any results on acquiring personnel for the power plant?” Wu Heng asked again.

Qi Hancai replied, “There are two potential sources: one is from our city’s Survivor Base ‘Jinjiang Apartment District’, claiming they have the relevant technical staff. I looked at the map; entering the Central District is required. The other option is the main station; they said they could provide the blueprints.”

Wu Heng’s eyebrows raised.

One was a survivor from the provincial area, the other was the main station offering blueprints.

At present,

the local survivors were the most feasible option, but once rescued, whether they could produce the blueprints for a power plant was uncertain.

After all, such engineering blueprints couldn’t be accomplished by just one person.

However, there was no way to retrieve the main station’s blueprints.

“What are their conditions?”

“The survivors would join us, while the main station is still under negotiation. They also mentioned transportation issues, offering to air-drop the blueprints to us,” Qi Hancai said.

Airdrop?

That’s indeed a method.

“Then continue to negotiate with them and ask about the terms of exchange,” Wu Heng said.

“Okay!” Qi Hancai stood aside, watching the bustling crowd. “It’s half a month until the New Year, and I never imagined we would live to see this time.”

Her voice carried a hint of emotion when she spoke.

Wu Heng understood her feelings.

In the current world and environment, most people can only take it one day at a time.

There’s no future and no aspiration.

It’s like this here, and even more so in other smaller shelters. If you can live, you live; if you can’t, then so be it.

“It’ll get better in the future, trust me,” Wu Heng assured her.

Qi Hancai smiled, “Mhm.”

“You guys arrange it yourself, throw a party or have something good to eat.”

“I’ll discuss it with Yahong and see how to settle it.”

“Good.”

The two stood at the door and chatted for a while.

Wu Heng then returned to his room.

The plan to kill zombies and level up would resume after going back to Gold and Silver Island.

A few days’ difference wouldn’t matter.

…

Back at the City Lord’s Mansion.

Wu Heng came downstairs.

Wen Mansha was standing in the living room, directing the skeletons to orient a painting properly.

She seemed more amiable and gentle now, unlike the decisive and ruthless gang leader’s wife of the past.

When Wen Mansha saw Wu Heng come down.

She let the butler continue directing the skeletons and took Wu Heng’s hands herself, “Come, I’ll show you our gains from this period.”

No sooner had he come down the stairs than he was being led back up.

They entered the study and opened a secret door inside.

Behind the door were hung various jewels and a big box of glittering gold coins.

Wen Mansha said with a smile, “All these are yours.”

Wu Heng raised an eyebrow.

Lundham City was more profitable than expected.

It’s no wonder why so many people had their eyes on this city.

“I will take half, and you keep the rest to continue developing the city,” Wu Heng declared.

Lundham City’s development was indeed impressive, and it should only get better.

And these gold coins, if left in Lundham City, could be used to build it up.

But if taken to Gold and Silver Island, just arming a few ships and buying some goods could deplete them.

Wen Mansha nodded, “Okay, as you say.”

Wu Heng took half of the gold coins.

He sat down at the desk.

Wen Mansha sat next to him, softly detailing the city’s subsequent development and the industries invested by the City Lord’s Mansion.

Besides the Money Cat, the city’s pubs, inns, and breweries all had investments.

Wen Mansha had truly undersold herself becoming the gang leader’s wife.

…

In the afternoon.

There was a knock at the door.

The voice of the female butler came through.

“Sir, ma’am, Commander Aukot has arrived,” she said.

Aukot was the subordinate who brought back the corpses yesterday, a former member of the Pinned Gang.

Wen Mansha straightened her clothes and said, “Let him in.”

The door opened.

The subordinate, clad in leather armor, walked straight in.

“City Lord, Big Sister!” The subordinate saluted, then continued, “I’ve found some information about a man named ‘Kristu.'”

Wen Mansha asked, “Who’s that?”

“He’s the steward of the ‘White Ram’ trading caravan. He died today in an inn’s private room, and his tongue was cut out too.”

Wen Mansha’s brows furrowed, her expression turning grim.

This was clearly meant to stop their investigation.

“Don’t worry!” Wu Heng said, holding Wen Mansha’s hand, then turned to the subordinate, “Were there any suspect items found?”

“Yes, we found a hood nearby that the person might have discarded.”

“Go get it for me.”

“Oh, alright!”

The subordinate left quickly.

In Gold and Silver Island, killing someone and taking the tongue had fallen out of fashion; even the head would be chopped off and taken away.

At Lundham City, not many people had space rings.

Taking the head would be too conspicuous.

“You have a way?” Wen Mansha inquired.

“It depends on whether the hood belongs to the murderer,” Wu Heng replied.

Before long.

The subordinate hurried back.

He brought a bloodstained hood and handed it over.

Wu Heng took out the Tracing Locket and placed it beside the hood.

The skeleton on the locket began to chew on the edge of the hood, and a pale blue soul strained from the locket.

It raced in a direction.

…

On the outskirts, on a road leading away from the residential area.

The assassin trying to leave Lundham City was pinned firmly to the ground by a skeleton.

His face pressed against the snow, his breath scattering the snowflakes in front of him.

“What should we do, sir?” Aukot asked.

They had pursued all the way to the outskirts and almost let the person escape.

Wu Heng glanced over, “Kill him.”