Upon seeing him, Yuan Zhao also got angry, "I was wondering who it could be... it must be your doing!"
In a fit of rage, the little brag struggled so hard that even several Third Stage Sublimator zombies couldn't hold him down. He bellowed furiously, "You even plan to kill Big Brother, you traitor!"
"Whoa!" Huai Shi was taken aback, "I'm older than you, right? Since when did you become my big brother? Besides, if you dare to call yourself *my* big brother, aren't you afraid I'll jinx you to death?"
Sometimes he felt like he was cursed, constantly bringing misfortune to any 'good brother' figures around him. If Old Liu hadn't been so tough, he might have been jinxed to death at the church in Old Pond Town.
Upon hearing this, Yuan Zhao grew even angrier, "You're not even denying being a traitor!"
Young men, so naive and alarmed over nothing. What's wrong with being a traitor? I've been a professional traitor for four hundred years; I don't need you to tell me... Huai Shi grumbled to himself, then shook his head and sighed. He waved his hand to signal the zombies to let him go and offhandedly handed over Yuan Zhao's manure fork, "Forget it. Since you're here, you might as well help me."
"Help?"
Yuan Zhao was confused. He glanced at the spinning laser ball and the newspaper-reading old zombies writhing around the steel poles on the stage, and something dawned on him. He became furious, "What do you take me for!"
"..."
Huai Shi was astounded by his preposterous train of thought and could only sigh, pointing behind the door, "You just stand here, clutch your manure fork, and if some... *ahem*... if a challenger comes by, just jump up and stab them..."
Yuan Zhao, realizing his mistake, felt embarrassed but also uneasy, "What about the manure?"
With all that's happening, you're still worried about your manure... Huai Shi shook his head and snapped his fingers. Suddenly, four scantily clad, burly zombies leaped from the crowd—it was Choi, Park, An, and Li.
"You, you, you, and you... go clean up the manure. Get it done before sunset."
After nodding, the four zombies danced away passionately to the lively music, leaving Yuan Zhao standing there, dumbfounded.
Is this even possible?
Contrary to Huai Shi's expectations, since entering Xiematai, close to three or even four thousand contestants had died in this city, losing their qualifications to compete.
Apart from fighting each other, many more died in the city when night fell, victims of their own missteps.
In just one day and one night, at least half of the people were gone.
If this was considered a preliminary selection, then it was somewhat understandable. Despite the number appearing daunting, compared to the more than seven thousand contestants, it was only a matter of halving the field.
This situation could hardly be considered a preliminary round; some were eliminated after a mere greeting. No wonder they were tossed into Little Cat Paradise to become hosts for the trials, which also incidentally gave those challengers who had fallen on hard times a chance to turn their fortunes around.
But with such a large number of people, even arriving in batches, the entire Paradise was already overcrowded.
Even though they knew that there were dangers ahead, long lines had formed in front of dozens of projects with lower difficulty.
Many more, who dared not attempt the challenges to regain eligibility for resurrection, nor had the capability to kill the hosts to inherit their progress, simply wandered the square, pausing in indecision, apparently having given up on their own.
There were even Sublimators who, having thrown in the towel, didn't even need the zombies to catch them; they rushed in for a bout of unrestrained indulgence, drank the special Apocalypse Happy Water provided by Huai Shi, and with the bitter drink burning down their throats and sorrow in their hearts, they were gone amidst wild singing and hot dancing...
Huai Shi was simply astounded by the scene.
However, Huai Shi kept a sharp eye out. As soon as the Sublimators were captured and transformed into zombies, all that remained was an empty shell, but within that shell lingered faint memories from their time after entering the city.
Huai Shi meticulously questioned these shells about what caused their demise, where they died, and if they had seen anything extraordinary, recording all of it in the Book of Fate.
In a flash, the map of Xiematai seemed almost complete in his possession.
Then, around two in the afternoon, when the performance competition was in full swing, he suddenly heard an ominous thunderclap outside the castle. Following that, endless Dark Basicity erupted like a volcano.
Amidst the thunderous sound of crushing wheels rolling forward, several savage laughs echoed across the entire Paradise. The brutal trampling had begun.