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Chapter 326: Chapter 271, Level 12 Ironsmith

Unlike the broken ribs,

the skeletons with attached arms and legs had limbs that were slightly uneven in length.

But the difference wasn’t too significant; the skeletons seemed to be able to self-match the bones to determine if they fit.

There were no serious misalignments.

“These skeletons can repair their bodies now?” Li Yahong managed to choke out a sentence.

“Yes, they can repair to a certain extent,” Wu Heng said.

Li Yahong nodded, without saying much else.

In this small district, the number of incomplete skeletons accounted for half.

Before, she had thought that Wu Heng was keeping these discarded soldiers from going into battle, unwilling to dismiss them while they took up space.

Now it seemed that Wu Heng knew that they could repair their bodies, which is why he deliberately kept them.

Wu Heng continued to look at the bodies on the ground.

The Corpse Manipulation Skill and Bone Manipulation Skill were clearly no longer effective.

After pondering for a moment, he took out the ‘Spine Staff’ and cast the Pestilence Skill, causing the bodies to start swelling.

There was a series of popping sounds as five dinner-bowl-sized mottled spiders appeared.

“Let’s continue to clear out the zombies,” Wu Heng said.

“Alright, I’ll bring the bus over.”

Soon, Li Yahong drove the bus to the door.

Wu Heng boarded the bus, followed by the Skeleton Army and a large number of incomplete skeletons.

They advanced along the road.

…

Passing through areas that had been cleared.

Large swarms of bodies began to emerge ahead.

With angry roars and flailing claws, they charged forward.

The skeleton troops maintained formation, raining arrows and iron spears like a vast iron net plummeting from the skies again and again.

Hordes of zombies fell to the ground, turning into piles of corpses.

After the ranged attacks were over,

the zombie horde collided with the Skeleton Army, beginning a fierce slaughter.

The sounds of howling and weapons clashing echoed throughout the entire area.

…

When the last zombie was penetrated by a longsword,

the noisy battlefield suddenly fell silent.

At the site of the confrontation between the two sides, a wall of bodies half a person tall was formed.

Coagulated blood converged, creating crimson streams.

Wu Heng came up from behind.

“Incomplete skeletons, come closer,” Wu Heng commanded.

The ranks of skeletons began to change formation, with those in the rear having incomplete limbs slowly moving forward.

A few skeletons missing their lower halves were especially struggling to crawl forward.

Once they all came closer,

Wu Heng directly cast Bone Transplantation, a dark circle of light rippled out, and the incomplete skeletons plunged into the piles of corpses.

They began searching for the bodies they needed.

One by one, the skeletons restored their bodies and rejoined the ranks of skeletons.

With this one move, a large portion of the incomplete skeletons regained their combat effectiveness.

Wu Heng looked at the strewn bodies and continued to cast Bone Manipulation Skill, and hundreds of skeletons stood up once again.

This transformation was not from complete bodies, but rather from leftover bones that, once reaching a certain quantity,

became skeletons.

After the Bone Manipulation Skill ended, Wu Heng continued to cast Pestilence Skill, and those useless fleshy bodies spawned a large number of spiders.

Watching, Li Yahong got goosebumps all over her body.

“Clean up the battlefield, and collect back all the arrows and iron spears,” Wu Heng ordered.

A large number of skeletons got into action.

They began cleaning up the battlefield.

After the collection was complete, Wu Heng had no intention of advancing further.

He sat back on the bus and led the skeletons back to the bus station.

…

Bus station, warehouse.

Wu Heng loaded up some photovoltaic panels and accessories, and called over a few skeletons that had unlocked Odd Machine Specialization.

Li Yahong said, “I’ve put the word out in the region about selling strong crossbows and armor from the base, ten grams of gold for a crossbow, twelve for a set of armor.”

Ten grams wasn’t actually expensive.

Before, Ma Zhiyong took two grenade launchers and several grenades, which she had no plans to trade.

It was also because she planned to allow all the refuges to have the ability to confront zombies.

That’s why the price was set so low.

“Hmm, I have no issues with the price. I’ll bring you a batch in the next couple of days, and you can sell them directly,” Wu Heng said.

“Okay,” Li Yahong nodded.

The two stood chatting at the warehouse entrance for a while.

Then they parted ways, each attending to their own affairs.

…

Back on Gold and Silver Island.

Wu Heng descended the stairs with skeletons in tow.

He saw the two women preparing dinner in the kitchen.

“Master, dinner will be ready soon,” Mini said with a smile.

“No rush!”

Wu Heng went out to the courtyard and took out all the photovoltaic panels.

He instructed the electrician skeleton on where to place the panels.

The estate wasn’t small, so the power supply should be quite substantial.

The skeletons climbed onto the roof to install the panels, while Wu Heng returned to the dining room to eat dinner.

After dinner, Wu Heng trained in the courtyard with the two women.

[Instructor] The effects of the longsword training are significant. After practicing for several days, I now no longer feel the pain of stretched muscles.

The movements are visibly precise.

Andre Willow and Mini trained beside him.

…

As the sky gradually darkened.

The trio stopped their training.

Mini pulled Wu Heng aside and whispered mysteriously, “Master, come with me.”

Wu Heng was led by her into the bathroom on the third floor.

He thought Mini was going to bathe him, but instead, he saw a large round bathtub in the center.

Big enough for two people, even three or four.

“Wei’er and I pooled our money to buy this so we can bathe together from now on,” Mini hugged his arm close to her chest.

Wu Heng glanced at Andre Willow; the fox woman’s cheeks reddened as she looked down.

“Well, what are we waiting for?” Wu Heng chuckled, grabbing Mini’s close-fitting training outfit and lifting it up.

He stripped off the top right away.

Revealing her fair, pink skin.

“Master, the water’s not ready yet,” Mini said, holding her arms, bashful.

Wu Heng called out to a skeleton outside the door, “Go get the water ready.”

The skeleton went downstairs to fetch water.

Meanwhile, Wu Heng grabbed the fleeing Andre Willow, “Time to punish the fox girl today…”

“Yay!” Mini cheered, helping to hold down the naughty little fox girl.

Soon, the tub was filled with water.

Wu Heng held one girl on each side, enjoying their soft and rounded forms.

…

The next day, at the Snake Badge Consortium.

Wu Heng sat in the reception room.

The staff brought over some tea and pastries.

Wu Heng took out an emblem and handed it to them, saying, “Could you check on the commission I posted? Any news?”

“Of course, sir.”

Shortly after, a man in a fitted suit came in, returned the emblem, and said softly, “Sir, your commission has been completed. We’ve collected three corpses of special professions.”

Wu Heng’s eyebrows raised.

The efficiency here is higher, it’s only been a few days, and already three corpses have been delivered.

I hope it’s not like in Lundham City, where they kill on the spot!

“Hmm, bring them here so I can verify,” he said.

“Right away, sir.”

The man gave an order outside.

Soon after, the room door was opened again, and three coffins, two large and one small, were carried in.

The coffins were placed in the center of the reception room.

The man commanded, “Open them.”

The coffin bearers promptly opened the lids.

Wu Heng rose to inspect them.

The first corpse he saw was that of a stout figure.

Short people!

His stature, along with his bushy beard, indicated he was indeed a dwarf.

Just as Wu Heng was making his assessments, the man started to give the introduction.

“Defonter, of the dwarf race, died at 54 in a dispute, 12th level Ironsmith.”