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Chapter 324 Human bone candle, etheric fire

The fire in Sun's town naturally attracted all the walking dead from all directions.

They followed the instinct in their hearts and gathered in the direction of the fire.

This time, Li Mumu did not adopt the strategy of suppression and shock.

Facts have proved that you cannot kill these things cleanly, nor can you scare them away.

Winsty gave her a new strategy, which was to share.

A team of zombies covered in mud slowly climbed up the hillside. The leader of the team was a burly giant with heavy iron chains wrapped around his hands.

As soon as he rounded the rocks blocking his way, he saw bright lights and subconsciously stopped.

It was a human bone candle, with a wick made of hair soaked in ether material inserted into the thigh bone, burning quietly in the hand of the girl in red.

Ether matter, as the foundation of creation of the Creator and the primary particle, is said to be able to transform into all matter in the real world, but only if you can use it.

Li Mumu came to him with a human bone candle and asked softly: "What's your name?"

Otherwise, it would be so frustrating to close and open your eyes and die without spending all the money.

The giant subconsciously stretched out his hand and made a low, hoarse sound from his mouth.

Under the illumination of the fire, his brain was gradually regaining consciousness, but the fire was also burning his soul, making him feel unforgettable pain.

Although she recognized it as ether, she couldn't do any subtle tricks.

"Do you want to?"

A complete waste of resources.

"I...will..."

The most that can be done is to turn it into something combustible as it is now.

"Give me……"

Pain and happiness.

This is no different from taking money to light a cigarette, and it's not just ordinary cash, it has to be an bearer treasury bond with many zeros on the back. Roll it up and put it under the stove to burn for two minutes, and then take it out and light a cigarette.

The giant bent down and stretched out his hands tremblingly: "Give me..."

This kind of human bone candle made of etheric matter, let alone burn forever, there is absolutely no problem in burning it for ten or eight years.

This is what it feels like to be alive.

Everyone knows that computer programs are based on binary codes composed of 0s and 1s, but how many people in this world can type out a complete program software based on binary codes?
Based on the witch knowledge inherited from Winsty's family - she has no interest in learning it herself. She only looks up the information when she needs to use it. She belongs to the lay-down style of fishing for three days and drying nets for two days.

"Da Shuan? It's a very simple and unpretentious name. I'll give this candle to you. Are you willing to stay and be my gatekeeper?"

But at this time, we can no longer consider the issue of value, but the issue of whether it is useful and whether it can be put to use.

The giant nodded slowly and said with difficulty: "Shuan... Da Shuan..."

Taking the candle from Li Mumu's hand, he resisted the severe pain of the fire burning at close range, turned around, raised the fire in his hand high towards the tribesmen who followed him, and let out a long and ecstatic shout. Howl.

One night passed...or maybe two. There was no precise measurement of time in this hellish place. Li Mumu ran around in Xiquan Mountain, presented seven human bone candles one after another, and recruited seven homeless tribes whose population was no less than that of Sunjia Town.

These homeless tribes were placed outside Sunjia Town, forming a perfect protection network. The homeless people don't really ask for much at all. As long as there is fire to awaken their intelligence, they can endure all other difficulties.

Although I still have to suffer from hunger, there is nothing edible in this damn place itself. It doesn't matter if I am hungry or not.

During this period, a wandering rebel army appeared at the foot of Xiquan Mountain. Compared with the ordinary walking dead, they seemed to have retained part of their intelligence, or maybe they were something else.

Facing the human bone candle in Li Mumu's hand, the rebel leader showed a greedy expression on his face, but he was not willing to be recruited by Li Mumu, nor was he satisfied with the fire brought by this candle.

He wanted it all.

Then he was dragged off his horse and beaten to death by the angry vagrants.

This time, Li Mumu didn't even need to do it herself. Every tribe she recruited had tribal leaders like Da Shuan. Their strength was not much worse than that of the rebel leader. Seven people swarmed up, and the rebel leader didn't even notice. There was no resistance, and even the men and horses were torn into pieces.

With the corpse, whether it was a human corpse or a horse corpse, there was also food, and the hungry vagrants finally had a big meal.

Whether it is safe or hygienic is not a problem. Anyway, you will not die of hunger if you don't eat it, and you won't die of poison if you eat it, so it doesn't matter.

The atmosphere of joy spread among all the tribes, and the leaders selected the meat they thought was the richest and offered it to the shroud empress who had given them all this.

No, thanks!
Li Mumu thanked Bu Min. She was not so depressed that she would fight for the flesh of the dead.

With full bellies, homeless people become more loyal and mentally agile. As they gradually adapted to the burning and stinging sensation brought by the fire, they gradually felt the long-lost warmth.

They become stronger, smarter, and more like alive people.

As a result, Winston received a large amount of free labor and was able to realize her long-planned plan.

Including Sunjia Town, the labor force of eight tribes began to level the land, move stones, and build houses under her command.

“Are you going to build a church?”

Li Mumu was very curious.

Winsty shook her head and said, "Didn't I tell you that I want to open a bank?"

"Tiandi Bank?"

"It's a good name, but won't it violate any taboos here?"

"If you only do money transfer business in the underworld, there will definitely be no problem with calling it this name."

Although there has been a traditional custom of burning paper money for the dead in China since ancient times, Li Mumu can be sure that at least before the broadcast of Journey to the West, large-denomination Bank of Heaven and Earth banknotes were never popular on the market.

How should I put it? This is indeed a product of the new era.

“If you help Niyala do this, how much benefit can she give you?”

In Li Mumu's impression, Winsty was not such a diligent person.

"I can't talk about the benefits...but don't you think it's particularly interesting to persuade a dying person to save unspent money in the underworld?"

"do not think so."

This is a quirk of death aesthetics unique to Winsty. Her greatest pleasure since childhood has been admiring the art of people jumping back and forth on the line of death.

Li Mumu couldn't appreciate this kind of art.

Even if you transfer the money, what's the use? This place has no shit, what can you get for your money?
(End of this chapter)