Wen Wen, who was being grabbed by the neck, suddenly grabbed Old Mike's hand.
Old Mike sensed something was wrong. This new employee was a bit too calm. Could he be the legendary 'Demon Hunter'?
At first, he didn't think about it because he always behaved 'obediently.' Demon Hunters usually targeted the more erratic monsters.
Anyone who showed disdain for the Demon Hunter in public was mercilessly executed by the Demon Hunter in public.
With this thought, Old Mike immediately increased his grip.
With his strength, even an iron ingot could easily be deformed, let alone human bones.
But his palm was held by Wen Wen's slender hand, and he couldn't continue to squeeze no matter how hard he tried.
Wen Wen's fingers, like steel clamps, deeply embedded into Old Mike's palm, causing his bones to crack open.
Then, with a strange smile, Wen Wen broke his fingers one by one. Old Mike let out a scream like a pig being slaughtered, but the crematorium was remote, and no one could hear his cries of pain.
In unbearable pain, Old Mike used his other hand to push Wen Wen away with all his might. Wen Wen flew out swiftly, but landed as gently as a leaf.
His toes touched the ground, his body quickly advancing to Old Mike's front, fingers stabbing at Old Mike's throat, making him faint instantly.
Wen Wen clapped his hands, looking at the fallen Old Mike with a strange expression.
"The next thing is simple. I hope my disguise skills can fool those fools."
In the eerie, cold cellar, hundreds of human corpses were stacked neatly.
There were men and women, the old and the young, all corpses once sent here for cremation.
In the midst of these corpses, a big bearded man in just underwear was bound tightly with thick iron chains. Small iron pieces engraved with runes hung from the chains, preventing the big beard from gathering any strength.
The big beard hummed a few times and opened his eyes. Seeing his situation, his face changed dramatically.
"What are you trying to do?"
This big beard was, of course, Old Mike. During his unconsciousness, his injuries had healed. Zombies, this type of monster, were far stronger than humans, and as long as the brain wasn't destroyed, they wouldn't die. The rest of the body could slowly recover.
Standing in front of Old Mike was another slightly frail Old Mike. This Old Mike had many wrinkles and spots on his face, and his eyes were smaller than the real Old Mike's.
At first glance, he looked almost the same as Old Mike, but a closer look would reveal the flaws.
"Are you blind? I'm disguising myself as you." Wen Wen retorted unhesitatingly.
Old Mike mocked, "Your disguise skills are really pathetic. You don't think you can fool others , do you?"
"Zombies have a very interesting trait; once a month, they become emotionally unstable and have anomalous appearances, unable to completely conceal their form."
"I call this trait the 'Great Aunt Syndrome.' I just need to use this reason to fool many of your acquaintances."
"Besides..." Wen Wen paused: "When it comes to disguise, the most important thing isn't appearance, but aura."
Black smoke poured from Wen Wen's body, exuding a terrifying and sinister aura.
Old Mike was horrified. The guy in front of him seemed more like a monster than he did.
Seeing he was almost ready, Wen Wen was about to leave the cellar when Old Mike called out to him.
"You didn't kill me, so you must have other uses for me. If you let me go, I'll do anything."
Wen Wen stopped his steps, trembled slightly, then burst into a cackling laugh.
"Cherish your last moments. I'm going to starve you for five days, then cut your body into pieces, leaving only your head, so you can eat yourself."
Upon hearing Wen Wen's words, Old Mike shivered. Zombies need to eat every day; if they go without food for three days, they lose their mind. Following Wen Wen's plan, he really might eat himself.
Wen Wen chuckled, "I didn't want to do this, but you said you liked eating raw, so I'll let you eat yourself."
Old Mike trembled and asked, "What if I had said I liked cooked food then?"
"Oh, then I'll kidnap a monster and have it cook you before feeding you to yourself." Wen Wen pushed open the cellar door and walked out: "It's good you like eating raw, or I'd have to catch extra monsters."
The heavy iron door closed, and an icy chill rose in Old Mike's heart.
There was food everywhere here, yet he could only endure the hunger until it consumed him, leading to his end.
This new Demon Hunter might be the most malevolent being to appear in Yalan City.
The powerful monsters hiding in the city seemed as pure as maidens compared to him.
Under Old Mike's identity, Wen Wen's movements became much more convenient. He returned to the manor outside the city.
When the guards saw Wen Wen, they reached out to stop him, speaking warmly, "I'm sorry, sir, I can't let anyone in before the meeting starts."
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"I'm looking for Istanbul. If I can't go in, call him out."
Upon hearing Wen Wen's request, another guard quickly went in to notify. Moments later, a chubby goblin, less than a meter tall, with a golden sack on his back, strutted out from the manor, looking at Wen Wen with arrogance, "So you're the one looking for me."
Wen Wen immediately switched to a smiling face, pulling Istanbul into a corner.
"I've come this time to talk business with you."
"What business?" Istanbul asked impatiently.
"Here's the deal, tomorrow's meeting will surely need a lot of living people as food." Wen Wen showed a crafty look: "But the cost of live folks is too high. I have hundreds of stored corpses."
Istanbul's eyes lit up. The meeting organizers indeed gave him a considerable sum to buy living humans. If he could replace them with corpses, he'd rake in quite a profit.
"No, no, the taste of corpses isn't good." Istanbul pretended to decline.
Wen Wen stepped forward: "Trust me, I assure no problems with the taste, but I need to handle the corpses personally before the feast. You know, I'm a living zombie; I have ways to make corpses refresh temporarily."
Istanbul suddenly realized, "I remember now, you're Old Mike from the crematorium. If you're in charge, I'm relieved."
After some negotiation, the two happily reached an agreement. Istanbul didn't notice any loopholes in Wen Wen's words; he just found it normal that a living zombie could 'revive' corpses.
Two hours later, with a pink veil draped over him, Wen Wen hired people to transport dozens of carriages full of corpses into the manor.