Who told him to make the cards!

Why didn't you say so sooner!

"I thought you could tell."

"..."

During this brief conversation, the black line slipped out.

Taking advantage of Liu Bai's distraction, a zombie bypassed the black line and pounced on Chen Zhi from the side and behind.

Chen Zhi quickly raised his pickaxe horizontally to block the other man's downward strike.

The immense force of the slam and smash made his arm go numb, and he staggered back several steps.

The zombie got up, lunged forward again, and smashed down with its pickaxe.

Chen Zhi blocked the way again.

The zombies smashed again.

After several rounds, Chen Zhi was cornered against the wall.

The zombie let out a low growl from its throat.

"Three more cars are needed."

"Once we finish digging, we can go home..."

"Only three more cars left!"

Chen Zhi kicked it in the knee.

"What the hell are you talking about!"

"I'm not a mine!"

Chen Zhi kicked with great force.

In addition, the corpse had been decomposed for a long time and had osteoporosis, so the zombie's knee was kicked backward and broke.

But it still did not fall.

Instead, he grabbed Chen Zhi by the collar, spun him around halfway, and forced him toward the drilling rig.

This guy wants to send him to the drill bit for processing!

At the same time, another living corpse approached from the side.

A silver card had appeared in Shen Qinglian's hand.

The old servant's fingers, hidden in his sleeve, finally twitched.

This kid can't get into any trouble, otherwise who's going to take them out?

However, just as the old man and the young man were about to make their move, Chen Zhi took out a card from his pocket.

A card that's so ugly it's hard to call it a card.

The old servant could tell at a glance that the card was made up of three discarded cards pieced together.

Because its patterns come in three different styles.

It's utterly a mess, a complete disaster.

Teachers who use instruction cards would be furious just by looking at them.

It's hard to imagine that such a card isn't in the trash can, but rather being carried around by someone.

And it actually still works!

After Chen Zhi activated the card, it suddenly shot out a rusty spike.

The spike, with a thin steel cable attached to its tail, pierced through the zombie's chest, carrying both the body and the spike through, and with its momentum, it became embedded in the rock wall behind it.

Chen Zhi flipped the switch in his hand.

The spikes instantly blossomed like iron flowers, transforming into hooks that gripped the wall tightly.

With another powerful tug, the rock wall split open, and the grappling hook swung back with a boulder, instantly smashing the second zombie that attempted to ambush it to pieces.

Shen Qinglian was stunned for a moment.

This is clearly not a standard card from the mining area.

Standard cards aren't that ugly.

It's not that powerful.

The mining area will not issue or sell such cards that can directly kill miners.

"You know how to make cards?" Shen Qinglian asked.

Issuing a card and replacing a card are two completely different concepts.

Modifying cards is usually more difficult than creating them.

"I know a little... but now is not the time to talk about that."

Chen Zhi rolled away from the drilling rig to avoid the flying debris.

He did indeed make this "claw nail card" himself, and its lethality was more than enough to deal with the zombies.

However, due to material limitations, it can only be used three times.

Unfortunately, this is the last time.

With time running out, Chen Zhi raced against the clock, maneuvering the grappling hook to release the stone, retrieve it, and launch it again.

Repeat twice to eliminate the two zombies.

The card finally couldn't withstand the heat; the scalding surface cracked like a spiderweb, sparks flying out, and the extremely high temperature burned Chen Zhi's palm until it turned bright red.

He has done his best.

Fortunately, Liu Bai is quite reliable.

After receiving the crucial information, he quickly adjusted his attack strategy.

The fine lines formed from black ink no longer cut horizontally across the bodies of the zombies, but instead, together with the fountain pen, became "thorns" that precisely pierced through the identity cards on their chests.

One by one, the gray cards shattered, and the corpses, now without support, collapsed to the ground.

"come over."

Shen Qinglian said to Chen Zhidao and activated the silver card in her hand.

A cool, moonlit barrier unfolded, enveloping her and Chen Zhi within it.

The charging zombies crashed into the barrier, and the lines in their eyes instantly vanished as if they had encountered a raging fire.

Seeing this, Liu Bai no longer needed to worry about the girl's safety and was finally able to act freely.

He flipped through the pages of his card case.

The ink splashed freely, its momentum like a rainbow.

In less than thirty seconds, all the living corpses in the mine chamber froze.

Droplets of black ink floated from their heads, transforming into individual names that hung in mid-air.

"End of recording."

Liu Bai closed the book.

A streak of ink flew by, erasing all the names.

"Snapped!"

A series of cracking sounds echoed inside the mine.

Dozens of identity cards broke off in the middle at the same time, and large numbers of zombies fell to the ground.

Only one miner held on for a few more seconds.

That was Old Zhou's friend, who had taken young Chen Zhi down wells and into the mines.

He staggered forward a few steps, his pickaxe falling to the ground, his empty eyes staring at Chen Zhi, his lips moving.

"Have you finished digging?" he asked.

Chen Zhi remained silent, his expression complex.

After a long pause, he finally spoke: "We're done digging, let's go home."

"it is good……"

The zombie lowered its head and fell to the ground.

Chapter 9 Moon

The mine chamber fell silent again.

Liu Bai stepped on Luo Xiao's head, making his head make intimate contact with the ground.

Clerical staff can sometimes be quite rude.

It depends on how the other party does things.