Chapter 362

Suddenly, he saw two men and one woman appearing at the gate.

When he came, these people weren't there.

Their faces were painful, their bodies covered in blood-red mucus, unable to move.

Their flesh and skin were riddled with holes, starting to decay, not far from death.

"Save... save us!!" they roared.

Su Ming frowned slightly, finding that this was a group of Fourth-Turn transcendents; in a C-level dungeon, they were considered weak.

"What is going on? How could you Fourth-Turners appear here?" Su Ming asked with a stern expression.

With the zombie army approaching at any moment, Su Ming had no time to waste; he had to quickly determine whether these people were friends or foes.

"We... among us, there is a... Treasure Hunter. He detected... that there was... a treasure chest here!" the female captain said in agony, her eyes bloodshot.

"A Fourth-Turn Treasure Hunter, capable of detecting the location of an Epic-grade treasure chest?" Su Ming stared at the group, his eyes narrowing slightly.

"I’m afraid that’s highly unlikely."

As soon as these words were spoken, the group’s eyes went dull, as if they hadn't expected Su Ming to be so sharp.

"There is only one explanation... you were tracking me." A sharp glint flashed in Su Ming's eyes as he exposed the fact they had been hiding.

"Cough, cough... Sor... ry... Lord Sword Controller." The female captain coughed up a mouthful of blood, admitting the truth.

"But... we have no malicious intent!"

Their faces were ghastly as they endured the agony of the zombie virus consuming their bodies while hurriedly trying to explain.

Because Su Ming was their only hope for salvation; even if they couldn't explain it, they had to try.

Hearing this, Su Ming chuckled inwardly.

No malicious intent?

Tell that to a child. They had tracked him here, likely waiting for him to be battered and exhausted by the monster guarding the chest so they could swoop in and reap the rewards.

If they hadn't been caught in this trap, they would probably be waiting for an opportunity to ambush him right now.

"As soon as we arrived, we were... caught in a trap, and then countless zombies rushed over. We are... about to be surrounded..."

Their voices were hoarse, their bodies trembling like chaff, in extreme pain, and their skin was peeling away inch by inch.

Hearing this, Su Ming’s gaze turned cold.

No wonder the Zombie King knew the treasure had been stolen and led the army here; it was these idiots who triggered the trap!

They had dragged him into danger as well.

"Idiots," Su Ming said indifferently.

The group looked pained, their teeth chattering.

"This is a C-grade dungeon. Do you really think a treasure chest is something for Fourth-Turners like you to touch?"

Sometimes, people need to have self-awareness regarding their own strength, otherwise, they only harm themselves and others.

"We know we were wrong, please save us, we can help you fight the zombie army!" the two men said.

"That's right! Otherwise, with thousands of zombies surrounding you, you won't survive alone!" the female captain shrieked, her voice carrying a hint of a threat.

Su Ming activated his Insight Eye to check the status of these people.

[It is too late. The zombie virus infection is deep and has poisoned their origin. They will completely transform into Fourth-Tier mutated elite zombies in 10 minutes.]

[The Ancient Snake Poison-Dispelling Bile liquid can no longer detoxify them; only by having them swallow the entire snake gallbladder can one be saved.]

Su Ming’s gaze narrowed slightly.

Is his Ancient Snake Poison-Dispelling Bile really that powerful?

Even the zombie virus counts as poison and can be cured!

However, the liquid only works for those newly infected; for those deeply infected, it is ineffective.

For these people, only by having them swallow the entire gallbladder could they be saved.

This would mean Su Ming would permanently lose a detox item capable of infinite regeneration.

He was no fool who enjoyed returning evil with kindness.

For people like this who tracked him and harbored ill intent, how could he possibly sacrifice his precious Ancient Snake Poison-Dispelling Bile to cure them?

He looked at them, his gaze cold.

"This is the outcome of your own mistakes."

"I'll give you three swords; end it yourselves to suffer less."

He said calmly.

Su Ming had seen too many things like this; he had long since become unperturbed.

As he spoke, he condensed three blades of killing intent, hovering in front of them.

On the dark-colored sword blades, black flames of killing intent burned.

The group hesitated for a moment.

"Good... good..."

"Thank you..."

As they spoke, the two men coughed up large mouthfuls of blood, their faces twisted in agony, their eyeballs already partially eaten away by the virus.

They actually had no objections.

Because... the process of transforming into a zombie was simply too painful, even overriding their desire to live.

The two men used their last bit of strength to grip the blades and thrust them into their own throats, ending their lives.

Blood gushed out.

"Please tell my mother... I love..."

One of them said before dying, but he closed his eyes before finishing the sentence.

The dark-attribute flames of the killing intent blades directly ignited their corpses, burning them along with the zombie virus.

Letting them do it themselves was Su Ming's choice to conserve mental energy.

Controlling blades to fly and slash also consumes a tiny amount of mental energy; for the upcoming battle, he had to conserve his physical strength as much as possible.

However, the female captain was not so self-aware.

She delayed committing suicide, staring fixedly at Su Ming, and shrieked hysterically.

"Let me go! I don't want to die!!"

"I'm very strong. Let me go, and I can help you escape the encirclement of the zombie horde!" Her voice was distorted, and she was gradually becoming zombie-fied.

Su Ming said nothing more, a flicker of calm killing intent flashing in his eyes.

Whoosh!

That blade of killing intent, burning with pitch-black flames, pierced directly through her skull, slaying her.

The corpse, along with the zombie virus mucus, burned into ash.

"If you won't be decent, I'll help you be decent," Su Ming said calmly.

He had to kill.

Because this group of people was about to turn into zombies!

Su Ming did not want to be ambushed by a few Tier 4 zombies behind him while he was in a great battle with the Zombie King.

Now that they were dead and their bodies burned, they would not turn into zombies.

It was a wrong decision for this group of Tier 4 people to come to this virus-filled dungeon in the first place.

In other C-rank dungeons, one could recover after being injured by using healing potions.

But here, coming without high-tier antidotes was simply courting death.

The spoils of this group were all collected into Su Ming's pockets; the harvest was bountiful.

Subsequently, Su Ming activated the Lingwei Yin-Yang Step and charged out of the corpse-burning plant, his speed so fast he became a pitch-black afterimage.

He did not cower in the corpse-burning plant, but chose to take the initiative!

What if there were countless zombie hordes coming?

He would slay them all!

"First, test the strength of that BOSS. If it's truly too strong, then stall for time until other class-changers arrive to share the firepower!"

Su Ming had already formulated a strategy in his heart.

Class-changers who dared to come to a C-rank dungeon usually had Tier 5s leading the team; their combat power would not be much worse than his own, and they would surely arrive soon to get a share of the BOSS rewards.

"At worst, I still have the divine artifact [Time-Condensing Hourglass] to delay time; I can fight or retreat."

Su Ming sprinted all the way, moving away from the corpse-burning plant and into an open area, for only then could he fully unleash his skills!