National Games: Hang up from the zombie apocalypse

Chapter 6 On-Hook Earnings
Open the game compartment, Fang Heng drilled out from it.

Very hungry.

Obviously, he had eaten a boiled egg in the game before, but in reality, Fang Heng felt even more hungry.

Opening the refrigerator, Fang Heng found two rows of instant noodles neatly arranged inside.

Unmistakably braised beef flavor.

"You are arrogant."

Fang Heng said something and silently took out a pack.

In his previous life, Fang Heng had no habit of cleanliness, but living in such a messy room was still uncomfortable.

After filling his stomach, Fang Heng recalled the memory of this body while cleaning the room.

He has been hiding in the hut since splitting with his ex-girlfriend and being kicked out of the game club.

Strangely enough, he still couldn't remember why he chose to kill himself with this body.

Even a lot of what happened in the game club in the past is somewhat vague.

And an ex-girlfriend.

What's her name?
Fang Heng was a little lost looking at a group photo posted on the refrigerator.

The woman in the photo has long hair and fair skin, giving people the feeling of a girl next door.

Fang Heng felt a heartache for no reason.

Forget it, don't think about it, we've already broken up anyway.

After eating a bowl of instant noodles to fill his stomach, Fang Heng smiled wryly at the arrears on his phone.

"Look, brother, I won't take your body for nothing, I'll make your ex-girlfriend regret dumping you!"

After a tiring day, Fang Heng said in a daze, and soon fell asleep.

……

During the game, Liao Bufan, Jimmy, and the three looked at each other.

From initial surprise, to shock, to disbelief...

Now they are completely numb.

Among the three, Liao Bufan's face was the most miserable.

Since Fang Heng left, a zombie came back almost every few minutes, stood in front of Fang Heng's bed, and put the collected supplies on the ground one by one.

Until now, the survival materials piled up in front of Fang Heng's bed had reached the height of one person.

Liao Bufan could see clearly that there were more than five or six potatoes in the pile of supplies, and half of the five or six bird eggs were crushed by clumsy zombies.

But Liao Bufan was heartbroken to death.

"Liu Lin, I think I was deceived by you. Didn't you say that food is hard to get? Can I go back now?"

"No, you're still not a man?"

Liu Lin rolled her eyes at him, and she also felt annoyed.

She had clearly seen that Fang Heng's talent skills were not right at the time, so why didn't she take the initiative to ask for cooperation directly, or give him a few potatoes to show her love!

"Ugh!"

Liao Bufan let out a long sigh.

How could he have sold himself for half a potato in the first place?
……

Before two in the morning, the alarm woke Fang Heng from his sleep.

Fang Heng rubbed his face.

Get up, get dressed, and get into the game.

"Fang Heng, you're finally here, I'll go to sleep first."

In the game, Liao Bufan stretched out his hand weakly to say hello to Fang Heng.

Since Jimmy and Liu Lin went offline, Liao Bufan has been yawning while watching Fang Heng's zombie clone delivering supplies back and forth.

Great mental blow.

Looking at Liao Bufan's red and swollen eyes, Fang Heng said subconsciously, "Oh, good, hard work, then leave it to me."

Liao Bufan showed an aggrieved look, he wriggled his lips to say something, sighed again, and lay down on the bed in silence.

what's the situation?what happened to him?
It was fine when it was offline, why is it half-dead now?

Fang Heng muttered in a low voice, turned his head to look, and couldn't help but be stunned.

good guy!The supplies on the side of the bed were already piled up to the height of two people.

The potatoes were crushed several times, the bird eggs were crushed, the egg liquid flowed all over the place, and the glass bottle was also broken...

Ok.

Fang Hengnao made up for the process of the zombies delivering supplies.

The brains of zombies are not easy to use. They can only accept simple instructions. After collecting materials, they don't know how to distinguish the types, and they keep piling up.

Fang Heng scratched his head. He took out a few squashed potatoes from the pile of supplies and baked them on the branches, while opening the game log to check.

[While you were offline, your zombie group collected firewood*412, pebbles*298, firewood*420, empty glass bottles*7, glass bottles filled with turbid sewage*2, clean mineral water *3, broken glass*1, waste*61, potatoes*12, nails*6, canned fruit*2…]

However, in terms of material collection, the zombie clones have done a good job!
All of a sudden there are so many more materials, it is a little troublesome to deal with.

Fang Heng smiled and patted his forehead.

"Happy troubles."

[Hint: You have completed Baked Potato*3, your Cooking Skill EXP +4].

I baked a few potatoes to fill my stomach, and drank two bottles of mineral water to quench my thirst.

After solving the physiological problems of satiety and thirst, Fang Heng began to work.

Fang Heng didn't expect the zombie's 'hang-up' skill to be so efficient.

The game has the attribute of carrying weight, so it is impossible for him to put everything into the backpack.

Therefore, it is necessary to classify first, and then put the materials into simple wooden boxes.

It looks like a lot of supplies, but they are far from enough for the shelter to be built.

Fang Heng clicked on the character attributes page, looked up the basic production, and then found the option of simple wooden box in the production category.

The production of wooden boxes requires wooden boards*4, nails*2, and wooden boards require a lot of firewood to synthesize, or directly use high-grade logs for production.

The prerequisite for crafting with advanced logs is that the base crafting level reaches level 5.

Fang Heng scratched his scalp.

He has neither logs nor base crafting level 5.

So it can only be crafted with firewood.

take it easy.

Fang Heng shrugged and began to craft wooden boards with 10 pieces of firewood.

After a long 1 minute reading, Fang Heng got a wooden board.

[Hint: After you complete the production of wooden planks, your basic production experience value +1].

Is this too slow?

In addition to taking time to create props, it also consumes the player's energy.

The player's daily energy is limited, and the only way to quickly recover energy is to sleep.

"Why don't you hire a few people to work for me? Ask that guy Liao Bufan, he seems to have the consciousness of a tool man."

Fang Heng was talking to himself, and the cabin was pushed away again.

A zombie clone completed Fang Heng's on-hook command. He returned to the small house, walked to Fang Heng, and piled the materials in the backpack one by one on the 'hill'.

Facing this group of zombies with low IQ, Fang Heng could only order it again to put the supplies in the corner of the cabin.

The zombie then staggered and walked in the other direction.

"Zombies are good at everything, but their brains are not very smart... After all, they have been upgraded to SSS skills, why are they still so stupid?"

Fang Heng said, and suddenly thought of something.

He remembered that after the upgrade, the current zombie clone can already inherit the player's skills, so is it...

No way!
Fang Heng thought of something, he rubbed his hands excitedly, and gave instructions to the zombie to make a wooden board.

The zombie's eyes were sluggish as always, it slowly walked in front of Fang Heng, and then picked up the firewood placed in front of Fang Heng.

A long reading bar appeared above his head.

"Ha! Awesome!!!"

Fang Heng clapped his palm excitedly!
This tool guy has really started making planks!

Fang Heng kept staring at the readings on the zombies until the zombies finished making the planks.

[Hint: Your zombie clone completes the production of the plank].

[Hint: You get a wooden board*1].

[Hint: Your basic crafting skill experience value +1].

"Hahahaha! It's too good!"

Fang Heng laughed.

Not only can the clone use skills, but his body can also inherit the experience points of skills!
Get rich get rich!

Zombies have no troublesome things like energy and satiety!
As long as there are enough materials, then he is equivalent to having ten avatars who hang up and brush up skill experience points 24 hours a day!

For a moment, Fang Heng felt as if he was going to be invincible.

After calming down a bit, Fang Heng gave the zombie an order to continue making wooden boards. He happily ran to the side and began to classify the materials collected by the zombie.

(End of this chapter)