Chapter 9: The Zombie Slayer

Xiao Yang’s food situation had somewhat eased. While cleaning the prison cell, he discovered a storage room. In a corner, he found a bag of black bread and a bottle of beer hidden away.

Fortunately, his habit of collecting things paid off, as he rummaged through heaps of useless junk before finally uncovering the black bread and beer.

These items appeared to be the private stash of one of the prison guards. But in this zombie-infested prison, no one else was likely to enjoy them anymore, so they now belonged to Xiao Yang.

Inside the bag of black bread, he found a crookedly written note.

“Little Peter, eat more slowly!”

It seemed to carry some story. Xiao Yang shook his head, choosing not to discard the note but instead folded it carefully and tucked it into his chest pocket.

[Little Peter’s Black Bread
Quality: Inferior
Description: A piece of blackened, hard bread baked with mixed sawdust. It has an absurdly long shelf life and is as tough as can be. It seems to be something a mother saved from the rations.]

[Prison Guard’s Murky Beer
Quality: Inferior
Description: A bottle of beer carefully hidden by a prison guard. It has been stored so long it is nearly spoiled. Don’t be afraid; a little drink will help you lose your fear!]

He stowed away the black bread and beer. It was clear these two were hardly appetizing, but his supply of bread from the novice package was nearly gone. If necessary, these could serve as emergency rations.

Honestly, finding edible food in a dungeon swarming with skeletons and zombies was already a great feat. There was simply no room for pickiness.

Xiao Yang was on the verge of leveling up again. The ongoing task of clearing out the prisoner zombies was no easy feat, especially when multiple zombies congregated in a single cell.

He dared not provoke those crowded cells, only targeting the prisoner zombies who lived alone in single cells.

Despite his extreme caution, he was bitten once by a zombie that suddenly crawled up from beneath some straw. This mistake cost him one of his minor healing potions, leaving only three left. More troubling was the corrosive state inflicted by the undead toxin.

However, this poisoning incident confirmed something important: during the frantic blood loss, the Dark Lantern he carried saved his life. The undead toxin seemed to be classified as a curse or abnormal condition, which the Dark Lantern could successfully dispel.

Once again, he was grateful to senior Robert!

This revelation eased Xiao Yang’s greatest worry, but it didn’t make him reckless enough to venture into the joyful cells packed with prisoner zombies.

He remained cautious. His pitiful health could be wiped out in just a couple of hits—there was absolutely no margin for error.

He once again drove his Wilderness Short-handled Axe deep into the chest of the zombie before him. A large number “10” popped up, and the half-decayed, snarling creature collapsed heavily.

Pulling out the axe, blood and flesh splattered everywhere.

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