The Necromancer is amassing troops like crazy in the apocalypse

Chapter 43:, Little Ghost (Please follow) _1

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The sudden voice sent a shiver up his spine.

This wasn’t Black Stone Town, but inside a gold shop. How could there possibly be someone speaking?

Forgetting the gold and silver in his hands, he dropped and rolled towards the door.

As he rolled, his gaze swept towards the source of the sound.

There, deeper in the room, stood a figure of a young girl, almost transparent, watching him.

After he rolled over, the young girl even clapped her hands in amusement.

A ghost!

Not much different from the Infant Spirit he encountered in Mining Village, the girl before him was a soul.

A spirit formed after a human’s death.

However, her body was even more transparent, as if she was fading away.

If only he knew he would encounter ghosts in this world, he would’ve asked detailed questions about dealing with them.

While Wu Heng was surprised at the appearance of a ghost in this world, Basen and the Skeleton Warrior were already rushing towards the ghost with their weapons.

They swung to slash the soul.

The ghost girl, startled, shrank back and pierced straight through the wall, disappearing.

Gone?

Before Wu Heng could relax,

A corner of the wall. The girl poked her head out, her wide, gleaming eyes staring.

“Why did you attack me?” the young girl questioned angrily.

She could speak and was willing to communicate.

What was going on?

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“Hold your position,’¹ Wu Heng immediately ordered.

The advancing skeletons stopped in their tracks, standing still.

The ghost girl floated down warily, landing back on the ground, and curiously asked, “Uncle, what are you doing here?”

“I came to find something. How about you? What are you doing here?” Wu Heng replied and countered.

According to the captain, Autruck’s words, child spirits were troublesome.

Being inexperienced in society, they lacked the perception of right and wrong, and could act on a whim.

The Ghost Infant from the Mining Village was a case in point – quite difficult to deal with.

“This is my home’s shop,” the young girl said confidently.

Damn it, I feel completely in the wrong.

“So it’s your place, eh? I didn’t know,”

“It’s okay. Everyone outside has gone mad, biting anyone they see. The shop couldn’t operate, so when things get better, I’ll have grandpa open a new one in the city, near the zoo,” the young girl said, walking casually with her hands behind her back.

“You still have a grandpa?”

The young girl momentarily paused, looking up at him with confusion, “Of course, first there’s grandpa, then dad, then me, didn’t you know, uncle?”

Damn.

“I see, where’s your grandpa then?” Wu Heng changed tactics in his questioning.

“At home!” The young girl glanced at the backpack on the ground, continuing, “Uncle, do you need these gold pieces?”

Wu Heng looked at the gold and silver jewelry in the bag and nodded.

The young girl pondered for a moment and continued, “Then how about we make a bet?”

“What kind of bet?”

The ghost girl before him was nothing like the Ghost Infant previously encountered.

She looks normal and speaks clearly.

Moreover, she showed no malice, hardly different from humans.

“I have some gold at home, it’s my grandpa’s. I’ll give it to you if you bring food to my grandpa and dad, okay?” The young girl’s wide eyes stared at him curiously.

So it turns out, she wanted him to deliver food to her family.

But how did she die if her grandfather and father both survived?

This poor girl.

But it’s the end of the world, who could be doing well?

“I think you mean a trade or an exchange, right?”

“Oh right, it’s a trade. And my house is not far, just behind here, only a few steps away,” the young girl said confidently.

Actually, he wasn’t short of food.

A casual rummage could yield enough food to last a long time.

Completing the trade with the young girl or helping a survivor wasn’t a problem.

Moreover, according to the girl, the shop was run by her grandfather, who probably had the skills of a craftsman for making jewelry.

That might come in handy in the future.

It wouldn’t hurt to help them out, and as the girl said, he wouldn’t lose anything by getting the gold.

“Where are they?” Wu Heng asked.

“Just behind, I can take you there,” the young girl said happily.

“Alright, let’s go!”

“Yay! Thank you, uncle,” the young girl flew up joyfully, twirling in the air.

“Wait for me. I will go find some food outside,” Wu Heng continued.

“Okay!”

Wu Heng collected the remaining gold and silver in the safe, picked up his backpack and left the shop.

He found a grain and oil shop nearby, had the skeletons carry several bags of rice, flour and cooking oil and came back.

This should be enough for them to eat.

Moreover, he had already cleared most of the zombies in the vicinity.

If they were careful, they could come out and scavenge for food to maintain a normal life.

Returning to the gold shop, the young girl was floating in the air, circling around the skeletons, her eyes filled with curiosity instead of fear for necromancy.

If Wu Heng hadn’t ordered them to stand down, a skeleton might have swung a cleaver at her.

“Let’s go, where’s your house?” asked Wu Heng

“Just behind, I’ll take you there,” said the girl as she plunged into the wall, disappearing.

Damn it!

Wu Heng pushed open a window, yelling at the departing spirit, “I can’t go through walls.”

The girl reappeared and led him around the outside towards the back.

Turning a corner,

Wu Heng led his army of skeletal warriors in a mighty procession, following the girl into a residential area.

The roaming zombies, seeing the sudden appearance of a skeleton troop, roared in excitement and rushed towards them.

“Spears forward!” Wu Heng ordered.

The spear-wielding skeletons leveled their spears, ready for battle.

Thud, thud, thud!

The sound of them impaling the zombies echoed, a large number of zombies crashed into the spears.

In the ensuing battle,

A path was cleared, then the skeletal hounds bounded over the skeletons, killing the slower zombies.

The surroundings fell silent again.

“My home is on the second floor.” The young girl pointed to a building in front of them.

After letting the skeletons clear the hallway, they went up to the second floor.

Following the young girl’s advice, Wu Heng entered the digital lock’s password and they entered the apartment.

The living room was dim with windows tightly shut, the smell of rot in the air.

Wu Heng’s eyebrows furrowed.

This did not look like a place where the living resided.

Before he could ask, he heard the ghost calling out, “Grandpa, dad, I’ve brought you food.”

The entrance door slammed shut with a bang.

Roar-!

A zombie’s roar sounded from the direction of a bedroom..