67: Being too clever for one's own good

When he came in, Gang Zi and his Mutated Dog were left in ambush nearby.

He hadn't expected the people inside to be so difficult to deal with, wanting Gang Zi to stay below to prevent them from escaping.

"Gang Zi, I will take good care of your parents."

His finger rubbed a ring, and then he slowly chose to use it:

【Transfer Ring (Black Iron): Level 5】

【Effect: Swaps the positions of yourself and a designated person. The linear distance cannot exceed 1000 meters.

Warning: The user will suffer a strong backlash. The ring disappears after use.】

Originally, the person he designated was a Level 8 Professional, precisely to prevent himself from being unable to escape if he encountered any danger.

But after seeing Gang Zi return, when he hugged him, he had already changed the designated person to him.

The reason for this choice was that only a powerful person could help him gain more escape time in danger.

The ring on his hand suddenly shattered, and fresh blood gushed from Wang Haoming's nose and mouth, yet he suddenly started to laugh.

His body was suddenly covered by a blue light, which was extremely obvious in the dark environment.

Gu Qinghan immediately noticed this change and instantly ordered all the skeletons and Mutated Cats to attack the opponent fiercely.

He felt a bad premonition at this moment, even wanting to forcibly kill Wang Haoming in the crowd.

Even if he had to pay a huge price, he was unwilling to let the tiger return to the mountain.

However, many thick, dark blue ice blocks suddenly appeared around Wang Haoming's body.

The Mutated Cat endured the attacks of several Professionals, using its sharp claws to scratch at the thick ice blocks.

But, a harsh grinding sound rang out, and those claws, capable of splitting stone and breaking iron, only managed to chip off a little ice.

At the same time, Wang Haoming's wild laughter also came out:

"Hahaha, you think you can break my talent!

You just wait for me, thirty years east of the river... thirty years west of the river..."

His voice was intermittent, and at one moment, it suddenly disappeared.

Along with it, his figure also vanished.

Everyone was stunned, and the Professionals who stayed with him didn't even know what had happened.

However, with the Death Mutated Cat's vision, Gu Qinghan's face turned grim.

Because he discovered that within the dark blue ice layer, a slightly hunched figure had appeared... Meanwhile, outside the Walmart Supermarket.

Inside a shop that had long been looted, Wang Haoming's figure quickly appeared with a flash of blue light.

He looked extremely miserable at this moment; not only was his nose and mouth bleeding, but he was also dispirited, as if he hadn't slept for ten days to half a month.

But, he escaped.

He glanced outside the door and saw the huge Mutated Dog running towards the supermarket, and couldn't help but show a look of regret.

If such a powerful creature could be used by him, how great would that be?

However, compared to his own life, all of this was nothing.

He coughed violently, feeling as if his lungs were about to come out.

"I can't go back to the mall directly now; that guy knows the mall's location, and Gang Zi can probably only hold them off for a while.

Before I fully recover, I should find a place to hide."

His mind was racing at this moment, and then he walked out of the shop, leaning against the wall, and looked around.

When he saw Hao Zhi's Mala Tang shop, he suddenly revealed a confident smile:

"I'll secretly hide near this shop, hehe..."

He thought he was incredibly smart; the most dangerous place was the safest place, and others surely wouldn't expect him to be so bold.

However, he had more than just this preparation.

In more than ten days of the apocalypse, he had prepared a complete escape plan for himself.

He fumbled in his pocket and pulled out a green scroll.

If Gu Qinghan were here, he would realize that this was precisely something he had obtained before:

【Healing Scroll: Lasts ten minutes, can slowly restore stamina and partial injuries.】

Wang Haoming first hid back in the house and tore open the Healing Scroll.

After feeling his body recover quite a bit, he quickly took off his shirt, wiped away all the bloodstains from his face, and then threw away his clothes.

After doing all this, he hid in the house he had chosen earlier, erased all his traces, and then lay down on the ground.

His spirit relaxed at this moment, and he felt an extremely strong wave of drowsiness wash over him.

His eyelids grew heavier and heavier, and finally, he fell into a deep sleep.

He didn't sleep soundly during this nap; he had a nightmare.

He dreamed that Gang Zi, whom he had transferred, hadn't died, but instead returned to him with a cold smile.

Then, the Mutated Dog beside him tore apart and devoured all his flesh and blood, mouthful by mouthful.

He suddenly sat up from the ground, feeling his body.

"Thank goodness, thank goodness it was a dream..."

He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and then let out a heavy sigh of relief.

The room was very dark, frighteningly so, reminding him of the darkness he had experienced in the supermarket earlier.

"It's already night; it seems I'm temporarily safe..."

He wanted to laugh out loud but didn't dare to.

However, when he looked towards the doorway, he was almost scared out of his wits.

It turned out that it wasn't night at all.

He had thought it was night because there was no light in the room.

But when he looked just now, he realized it was because a giant creature was blocking the doorway.

It was the black cat he had seen in the supermarket during the day!

As if sensing that he had woken up, the giant black cat slowly lowered itself and peered inside.

Just one glance, and those vertical pupils, which seemed to burn with an eerie green flame, made cold sweat pour down Wang Haoming's body.

He immediately stood up, but had no idea how to escape.

How did they find this place? Had his plan failed?

Just then, the door suddenly opened, and light streamed in.

Wang Haoming suddenly felt a bit ridiculous; it was still daytime, and he hadn't slept for very long at all.

Four figures wearing black armor and holding axes appeared from outside and then came before him.

One of them placed an axe against his neck, signaling him to go out.

Wang Haoming gave a bitter smile; his mana had barely recovered, leaving him no room to resist.

Even if his mana was still there, a Professional like him, a mage, being cornered by people who were clearly melee Professionals, had no chance of winning.

His head was groggy; he even wondered if he was still dreaming.

With a ashen face, he followed them outside and saw several people discussing something.

Standing nearby was another person, none other than Hao Zhi, whose bandages were already tied.

He was holding a cigarette, squinting at him, and gave him a cold smile with a middle finger.

Wang Haoming ignored him, only turning his gaze to the people who were discussing matters.

One of them was Gang Zi, who was slightly hunched.

He didn't die? Why didn't he die? Did he know these people before?

Another was a very beautiful young woman, unadorned, yet so beautiful that one couldn't take their eyes off her.

However, Wang Haoming still turned his gaze to the last person.

That was a Male Student who looked completely harmless, with an innocent appearance.

Before the apocalypse, this would have been the kind of handsome guy he disliked the most.

But Wang Haoming recognized his voice.

In the supermarket, it was this person's voice that kept echoing in the darkness, pronouncing the death of many on their side.

The conversation among the few quickly ended, and then the handsome Male Student looked towards Wang Haoming.

He glanced at Wang Haoming, who was subtly unwilling, and then suddenly said with a strange expression:

"Your hiding strategy is good, but did you forget something?"

He pointed to the large black cat nearby, then pointed to the Mutated Dog in the distance, lying on the ground with its tail tucked, and said:

"Cats and dogs both have very sensitive noses. Hiding here is like streaking naked in a busy market..."

"Actually, there's no difference."