CHAPTER 312: CHAPTER 118: TURNING THE TABLES AND THE INVITATION_3

At the same time, the surveillance team unexpectedly submitted a special surveillance video.

It was about No. 245’s performance.

In that instant, Yang remembered No. 245.

"Polite, yet scared the makeup artist to the point of trembling. Not just the makeup artist, even the surveillance team felt it necessary to report."

"Interesting, it seems this new ’zombie’ will bring some fun this time."

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Wen Xishu was certainly not for fun.

Just like the Bunker Security Bureau required Wen Xishu to explore Deceit Tower, Wen Xishu took the initiative to speed up his exploration, showing a trend of becoming the first in Deceit Tower.

And now it’s the same. Knowing he was just a tool for making money, Wen Xishu aimed to become the cash cow of the Golden Mansion.

So Wen Xishu soon faced his first battle.

On the second day of the game, the sixty-sixth floor of the Golden Mansion was completely filled with giant electronic audience stands, and even larger, sixteen arenas.

Each arena hosted battles between zombies and humans, or humans and humans.

Zombies would not truly attack zombies. To make the wealthy truly feel the fun of apocalyptic cricket fights, Charles Yang, the owner of the Golden Mansion, had already begun his preparations before the apocalypse plan was implemented.

Creating a huge arena, and then claiming that he had found a way to make zombies fight each other.

But he didn’t have that way. He just thought, zombies wouldn’t attack zombies, but zombies would attack humans.

If I dress humans up like zombies, wouldn’t I attract those big shots to watch the cricket fights?

Betting on fights, betting on boxing, betting on horses, betting on cards...

The Golden Mansion provides various betting avenues. Yes, even in the apocalypse, there are ball games.

And the apocalyptic horse betting, tying twelve humans at the end of the track, and letting twelve zombie horses start running, let’s see who’s the first to eat someone.

But among all the events, the zombie vs. zombie is where the real spectacle lies.

And today, the zombie arena welcomed a rookie.

The commentator was now passionately introducing:

"His name is Cindis, the Hand-Lover! He was the champion of the underground fighting championship before his death! He has great strength, every time he fights, he demands a death contract with his opponent, but he doesn’t take their lives, just their arm."

"Oh, look at the numerous arms hanging around his waist, even my sanity is dropping. Everyone pay attention to Cindis’s arms, his arms are intact, which means he has never lost!"

"But then again, the ones who come here are all ruthless enough to kill through hordes of zombies and find shelters on their own. Every zombie here was a top apocalypse survivor when they were human!"

"Some of them can even tear witches apart!"

"Come on, let’s see if this undefeated rookie can survive the first night here!"

The moment of performance had come.

Wen Xishu’s eyes were filled with killing intent, and the arms around his waist emitted a rotten stench.

On the stage, Wen Xishu examined the surrounding barbed wire, contemplating the possibility of tearing it apart.

And considering how to make his fight entertaining.

Ordinary players might feel humiliated, only thinking about venting anger, or curling up in the fear of survival.

But Wen Xishu didn’t feel humiliated; immersive role-playing was quite interesting.

Wen Xishu’s first battle began.

He first looked at his opponent, a zombie standing two meters tall, wearing a rugby uniform. There was no doubt that the uniform was not something easy to breach.

Wen Xishu didn’t mind. He tried to mimic the slight body distortions of a zombie, making himself look as much like a zombie as possible.

This scene made many spectators notice something special.

Most of the spectators were wealthy people, they knew many zombies here weren’t real zombies.

Human behavior and zombie behavior are still somewhat different. But for the wealthy, what they want to see is just bloodshed.

So whether it’s human vs. zombie or zombie vs. zombie, it doesn’t matter, as long as there’s blood, violence, dismemberment, gnawing, then okay, you can take my wallet.

The rugby uniform zombie, because of the uniform, seemed unnatural. As the old saying goes, in the zombie imitation competition, zombies got second place, and humans got first.

Wen Xishu had achieved this.

His twisted body now looked more like a zombie than a zombie.

In the observation room, Charles Yang was somewhat annoyed:

"Did you turn him into a zombie beforehand? Damn it, how could you do something like this again?"

"No, boss, we didn’t do that this time."

"Then why does he move exactly like a zombie?"

"No... we don’t know! Boss, based on the data feedback from the electronic collar, his life signs have no difference from a normal human, look!"

The assistant quickly provided Charles Yang with the data report.

After reading it, Charles Yang seemed to understand something. He lit a cigar and exhaled a puff of smoke:

"Interesting, but your opponent is a real zombie, Bob is a true rugby lineman. I’ve fed him with top-quality human flesh, let’s see if you can beat him!"

Charles Yang had developed a slight interest in Wen Xishu.

On the stage.

Wen Xishu’s imitation was indeed impeccable, to the point that many spectators thought the rugby uniform zombie was the human.