Full-Time Magister: Super Mage

Chapter 364 Searching for Survivors, the Excited Crowd

After taking the rotting corpse, both Wang Sanpang and Zhao Kunsan breathed a sigh of relief.

"Goodness, I didn't expect you to have a hidden gem for self-defense," Zhao Kun said, giving a thumbs up.

"Heh, don't talk about me. You've been in business for so long, do you dare say you haven't had any magical tools for self-defense?" Wang Sanpang said with a smile.

After Zhao Kunsan and Wang Sanpang came here from Bocheng, they both dropped out of school due to poor college entrance exam results and started small businesses on Bocheng Street. Zhao Kunsan was Mu Bai's underling, and with Mu Bai's support, he fared slightly better than Wang Sanpang.

Wang Sanpang saved up for more than a year to buy a Light Spike Magic Tool by opening a small shop with money raised from his family. This was to make up for his lack of combat power and also to use it for self-defense. If he could afford to buy a Light Spike Magic Tool, then Zhao Kunsan could afford one as well.

Before Zhao Kunsan and Wang Sanpang could catch their breath, more than a dozen rotting corpses swarmed in, each with a mouthful of fangs, and a stench kept pouring out of their mouths, making it hard for people to open their eyes.

"Damn it, get back inside the cage!" Wang Sanpang shouted.

He ran towards the iron cage as soon as he was called, and Zhao Kunsan followed closely behind. Just as the two of them locked the iron cage from the inside with chains, the rotting corpse rushed up and slammed the iron cage, making it vibrate loudly.

Several rotting corpses even jumped onto the iron cage, stretching their decaying arms into the gaps in the cage, trying to grab Zhao Kunsan and the others who were hiding inside.

Faced with the rotting corpse gnawing and scratching outside the iron cage, Zhao Kunsan, Wang Sanpang, and the others were filled with despair.

Suddenly, a familiar voice came from outside, followed by a swarm of lightning pythons flying towards the iron cage.

"Thunder Seal - Python Mark!!"

The lightning python struck the iron cage, and through the cage's conductivity, it electrocuted the zombies climbing it, causing them to convulse.

As the rotting corpses lay convulsing on the ground, several people walked in from outside; it was Jiang Han, Mo Fan, and their group.

"Jiang Han, you've finally arrived! If we had been any later, we would have been doomed," Wang Sanpang said excitedly.

Zhao Kunsan also looked like he had just survived a disaster, while the ponytail girl who was terrified in the iron cage and the motorcycle youth who was so scared that he wet his pants were both staring blankly at Jiang Han and his group as they entered.

While they were speaking coldly, a sudden chill rushed into the room, and the convulsing, rotting corpse on the ground turned into an ice sculpture.

Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! ...

The crystal-clear ice sculpture shattered into ice shards, and by then the people in the iron cage had all come to their senses. The most embarrassed was the young man on the motorcycle who had wet himself in fright. Without saying a word, he took off his shirt and tied it around his waist to cover up his embarrassment.

"Why are there only a few of you? Where are the others?" Mu Bai asked, frowning.

"The others...the others have all scattered," Zhao Kunsan said dejectedly.

"Forget it, let's take as many as we can. Continuing to search probably won't yield any results," the short man urged.

After the remaining people in the iron cage came out, Wang Sanpang, who was still relatively calm, suddenly spoke up: "The main road of Bocheng Street has been blocked by the Corpse Minister. If we want to get through, we will have to take a long detour."

"We'll just push through, then search the surrounding streets for anyone still alive," Jiang Han said calmly.

In fact, when Jiang Han entered Bocheng Street, he noticed the fleshy corpse blocking his way and the nearly one thousand undead. He couldn't possibly take a detour, and since the fleshy corpse was the only one in the vicinity, he was confident that he could take care of it before the undead army caught up.

Mo Fan, Zhou Min, Mu Bai, and the others naturally had no objection to Jiang Han's suggestion. They had all lived in Bo City for a long time and had deep feelings for the place. Therefore, they would naturally try to save as many people from Bo City who were temporarily residing in the ancient capital as possible.

The shorter man could only submit to the majority and said helplessly, "I have no objections, let's go."

Then Jiang Han and his group, along with the newly joined Zhao Kunsan and a few others, carefully left the tin shack and went to the house closest to the main road and which was relatively secluded.

Upon arriving at the main road, Mo Fan and his companions saw that the wide road was filled with undead, including skeletons, rotting corpses, and ghosts of all types. Among the hordes of undead, they even spotted several Corpse Generals, Bone Generals, and Ghost Generals.

The road was stained with blood, and corpses lay scattered everywhere, a scene straight out of the apocalypse.

"This is simply hell on earth," Zhou Min said, feeling a pang of sadness.

"Zhao Kunsan, Dwarf Man, how's your investigation going? How many survivors are there in the vicinity? Where are they located?" Jiang Han turned to Zhao Kunsan and Dwarf Man and asked.

"Yes, there are more than a dozen people hiding in an underground warehouse more than 700 meters ahead."

"More than twenty people were hiding in the ice storage room in the kitchen of Hengtong Hotel."

"Seven or eight people were hiding in the Jinhua Commercial Building."

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The two mentioned six or seven places, which together account for at least a hundred people. And this is only what they have scouted out. There are definitely more people in the more distant places that they haven't scouted yet.

"Shorty, Mo Fan, you two hurry up and tell those people to gather at our hiding place."

"Once you've gathered those people, you can go straight through the main road. As for the fleshy corpse minister, leave him to me."

After Jiang Han arranged the tasks for the short man and Mo Fan, he used his mind control to disperse the dust on the sofa in the room, then leaned back on the sofa and closed his eyes to rest. He hadn't rested since last night, so he naturally wouldn't let the rare opportunity to take a nap pass by.

"You sent me out to find someone, and you're sleeping here? You're not human!" Mo Fan cursed.

"I'm a little sleepy too, I really want to lie there and take a nap," the short man remarked.

"Go quickly. Once we're in the inner city, you can sleep as long as you want," Jiang Han said with his eyes closed.

Mo Fan and the short man left their hiding place resentfully, each using magic to rush in different directions. A dozen minutes later, more than a hundred people arrived at the house, including more than thirty mages, but they were all novice mages.

"While we were looking for someone, we ran into a guy who claimed to be a Guardian Mage. He told us to take the rest of us and rush to the pedestrian street across the street while they were dealing with the Tumor Corpse Lord. Now it seems you don't have to deal with the Tumor Corpse Lord anymore," Mo Fan said.

"A Guardian Mage! A Guardian Mage has come to our rescue!" Before Jiang Han could speak, a middle-aged mage wearing a fur hat exclaimed in surprise from the crowd.

"Yes, some Royal Guard mages have already been dispatched. We must not give up easily," said a heavily made-up female mage.

"With the Guardian Mages clearing the way for us, we should be able to reach the inner city safely, right?"

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