Chapter 326: Strange Corpse Tide

Amoeba Worm dungeon world, first day, evening.

Bolaka Inn, three floors.

After confirming the information that Travel Rat obtained ahead to get the Troy Safe Zone Envoy's message, Lin An turned to ask other questions.

"I'm curious about one thing."

"Aren't you afraid of zombies?"

"Or is it that the corpse horde won't actively attack you?"

Since entering the wilderness, Lin An hasn't seen a single zombie, not even a corpse.

This doesn't make sense.

The wandering corpse horde seems confined to the city.

Logically, slave-hunting squads and supply-search teams; such units, upon entering the city, would to some extent attract zombies, thereby gathering a corpse horde to attack.

But, none.

Especially the scenery outside Bolaka City.

A slave camp holding hundreds of thousands of people, utterly defenseless.

This is practically an exposed slab of meat.

Moreover, the city's guards are extraordinarily lax; even the most critical checkpoints are practically nonexistent.

Could it be that Bolaka City isn't afraid of letting in zombie virus carriers?

Upon hearing Lin An's question, Travel Rat's heart jolted.

The adult before him doesn't even know this common sense; indeed, he's not from any other safe zone or military region faction.

After thinking it over, he organized his words and replied somewhat uncertainly:

"Sir, that's how it is."

"We? The corpse horde here attacks on a fixed schedule."

"It attacks three times a year, each time at a fixed point."

"That is to say, since two years ago, the corpse horde has appeared once every four months."

"Moreover, the place of appearance is fixed."

"Have you noticed that when we entered the wilderness, there was a barren patch with no grass?"

"The corpse horde that Bolaka faces comes from that direction."

He pointed out the direction outside the window, indicating it was west:

"Each corpse horde numbers about two to three hundred thousand, which isn't too much pressure for us."

"The next corpse horde attack will be about a month from now."

"At other times, zombies honestly stay in the city and don't move around randomly."

"As for the reason......"

Travel Rat shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands:

"Maybe the higher-ups know? Anyway, we little folks just muddle through each day, waiting to die."

Lin An furrowed his brows.

In Travel Rat's description, the zombies in the Amoeba Worm dungeon world are like a tower defense game?

Fixed time, fixed numbers appear.

No wonder the people here aren't at all worried about the corpse horde rioting.

Just that.

No matter how you think about it, such a strange corpse horde seems like it's being directed by a mutant.

Moreover, Travel Rat's implication is that other safe zones are probably the same.

Numerous safe zones, big and small, each has its own separate corpse horde attack.

There's nothing behind this directing it; I wouldn't believe it even if you beat me to death.

Lin An let out a light sigh; it seems the secret of this world still needs to be approached from the upper levels.

Seeing that Travel Rat didn't know anything else, Lin An nodded, signaling him to go out and get the Troy Envoy's information in hand.

Click-clack

After Travel Rat left respectfully, he was completely unaware that Lin An had attached a strand of mental power to him.

By the window, the street was bustling.

Lin An lowered his head to think:

Now we have only two clues.

First, the danger is unknown, but this world openly lacks high-end combat power.

Second, the corpse horde seems to be directed by a mutant behind the scenes, or there is some special existence.

Lin An focused and carefully read the mission information, only feeling at a loss for where to start.

According to common sense reasoning.

The way to break this world only requires uniting all forces, then using large numbers of troops and nuclear weapons to clear out the zombies, and it can be done.

The only difficulty is that it's time-consuming and labor-intensive, but the mission didn't give a time limit.

He has a time limit, but according to Huang Shaohua, the Awakened Ones who have entered the Amoeba Worm also have none.

But they still can't make it out alive, which means the difficulty isn't here.

Especially, beings at Third Rank Peak can die in a short time; the hidden horror is simply unimaginable.

Cataclysm, zombies...

In the mission description: (a dark current surges...)

Could it be that the danger in this instance world hasn't surfaced yet? It's just accumulating in the dark?

Once a certain time arrives, it will naturally erupt?

But how is it that a First-Level Awakened One lives longer than a Third-Level one?

Even if we compare fleeing, only a Third-Level can escape.

Lin An repeatedly checked the mission information, trying to piece together clues.

After finishing his cigarette and catching his breath, Gao Tian saw his tightly furrowed brow.

Team voice chat:

"Captain Lin, are you still thinking about the problem with the Amoeba Worm instance?"

He let out a light sigh, stood up beside Lin An by the window, and spoke somewhat uncertainly:

"Captain Lin, I think I've noticed a detail."

"What detail?"

Lin An snapped out of his reverie, looking at him with some doubt.

Gao Tian lowered his head, pursed his lips slightly, then hesitated before speaking:

"Captain Lin, this world seems rather... clean?"

Xiong Hanzi, lying on the bed resting, hearing the words "clean," stared at Gao Tian as if he'd seen a ghost:

"Clean?!"

"You just finished being disgusted, and you're telling me this world is clean?"

"He hasn't even seen this disgusting place!"

"The night-soil worker downstairs is eating maggots!"

Lin An helplessly waved his hand to stop Zhang Tie's nagging, gesturing for Gao Tian to continue.

Gao Tian's expression was awkward, he waved his hands repeatedly:

"I don't mean that; I mean this world seems to have no zombie corpses..."

"Captain Lin, although we haven't encountered any zombies along the way, when we were in the city I observed and seemed not to see any zombie corpses."

"And on that wasteland where the voles said they resisted the zombie tide, we also didn't see any corpses, right?"

"Zombie corpses are hard to dispose of; I don't believe the people of this world would cremate every single one and clean them up!"

"Four attacks a year! Each wave of hundreds of thousands of zombies! That leaves millions of corpses!"

Lin An's eyes flickered, and in an instant he caught a hint of a clue.

After hearing that, Zhang Tie also froze for a moment, he uncertainly rubbed his forehead and replied:

"Could it be that they're all being used to breed maggots?"

"Isn't Lin Ruolan the one who breeds maggots with corpses?"

"Maybe the people here dragged the corpses back?"

Gao Tian blinked, and couldn't help feeling disgusted by Zhang Tie's suggestion.

Only seeing Lin An tap his fingertips on the windowsill, then he slowly spoke:

"Gao Tian, go downstairs and grab someone to bring up; Zhang Tie, you go call Lin Ruolan over."

What Xiong Hanzi said isn't impossible; we might as well just check it out.

If the zombie corpses here haven't been taken to breed maggots, then the implications behind it are worth pondering.