118: Chapter 118 Wang Lin's Cosplay

Three people walked down the corridor.

Wang Lin, sporting a zombie face, walked in front, with Su Wan and Shen Yuan following behind.

There were not many people left alive in the Temple, but a few could still be found scattered about.

These people walked in twos and threes, some looking for an exit, some for treasures, and others for their companions.

But no matter what they were looking for, they all stopped when they saw Wang Lin.

"What the hell kind of combination is this? A zombie? Followed by two humans?"

"Are those two humans behind him being kidnapped by the zombie?"

"No, that doesn't look right. Those two behind seem to be the zombie's lackeys."

"No way, those two in the back are LV5s. How could they be kidnapped by a low-level zombie?"

Wang Lin didn't pay any attention to these people and kept walking on his own.

But there were still some who didn't know any better.

An employee of Miracle Company saw Wang Lin, and his eyes turned red.

Because his good brother had just turned into a zombie a moment ago.

He raised his long blade, took a deep breath, and charged at Wang Lin.

Wang Lin pulled his right hand out of his pocket, dark golden light swirling around it—[Vajra Transformation].

He punched the long blade, sending shards flying; the man screamed as his body flew backward and slammed into the wall.

Wang Lin retracted his fist, stuck both hands back into his pockets, and looked at the man: "Are you blind?"

"This is my cosplay, do you understand?"

"Have you ever seen such a handsome zombie?"

"You don't have a single artistic bone in your body, do you?"

"Look clearly, I am a human! A human, understand?"

Hearing Wang Lin speak, the man was stunned.

What? Cosplay? This is fucking cosplay?

The people around were also dumbfounded.

"This is cosplay? ...No... This has to be a real zombie..."

Someone nearby shook their head: "No... it's not... Zombies can't talk... and they certainly can't shatter a long blade with one punch..."

Someone else chimed in: "What kind of person is this? You come to the Temple to play cosplay?"

"Everyone else is being careful in the Temple, and you're playing cosplay?"

"Is this guy crazy..."

Su Wan, following behind, said: "Young Master Wang... are... are you really going to do this?"

Wang Lin didn't turn his head: "Why? Do you have a better idea?"

Su Wan shook her head: "No... no..."

"If you don't, then shut up. Do you think I want to do this? I have to explain myself every time a group of people shows up. Do you think I'm not tired?"

Wang Lin walked for a while and encountered another group of people.

This time it was from the Circus, three LV5s.

A clown, a Beast Tamer, and an acrobat.

They were searching for things, but when they heard footsteps, they looked up and saw Wang Lin.

The person dressed as a clown was startled: "Zo... Zombie..."

The Beast Tamer looked at the two people behind Wang Lin and said: "Holy crap, this zombie even has two bodyguards following it..."

Wang Lin glanced at them: "Don't make such a fuss. This is cosplay. You guys continue... continue..."

The three of them went blank, staring blankly as the three of them walked past.

After Wang Lin and his group walked away, a voice came from afar: "Dumbasses, a bunch of ignorant fools..."

Being talked down to by Wang Lin like that, the acrobat couldn't suppress the anger of being looked down upon.

He turned to the clown and said: "Big Brother, he said we're ignorant. Should we teach them a lesson?"

"There are three of us at LV5. Are we really afraid of one LV4 and two LV5s?"

The clown looked in the direction Wang Lin had disappeared: "Forget it."

"This guy clearly isn't someone to mess with. Who would play cosplay in a place like this?"

"Either he's an idiot, or he's a lunatic."

"Whether he's an idiot or a lunatic, provoking them won't do us any good."

Wang Lin and his group continued walking forward, and at that moment, another group appeared in front of them.

Dark blue uniforms, with golden name tags pinned to their chests. They were from Miracle Company.

Wang Lin recognized the person leading them.

Jin Yuanbao, the third son of the chairman of Miracle Company.

Behind him followed four LV6 bodyguards.

Jin Yuanbao was searching for things—or to be precise, his bodyguards were doing the searching.

He stood to the side with his hands behind his back, like a boss inspecting a construction site.

He heard footsteps, looked up, and saw the three of them.

Walking in front was a zombie.

Behind the zombie followed two people, a man and a woman.

Jin Yuanbao's eyes lit up.

He jogged over to Shen Yuan's side, excitement in his eyes: "Brother, that zombie in front of you is something else! Did you tame it?"

"Impressive! I can tell at a glance that you two are skilled experts!"

He gave a thumbs up, waving it in front of Su Wan and Shen Yuan.

"You two, I wonder if you'd be willing to sell this zombie? We can negotiate the price!"

Su Wan was stunned. What was wrong with this guy? He actually wanted to buy a zombie?

Wang Lin's cosplay had already shattered her perception of reality, and now this little fatty actually wanted to buy a zombie?

"You... you want to buy it? ..."

Jin Yuanbao said: "Yeah... since we came to the Temple, we haven't gained much,"

"And we haven't found anything valuable to take back."

"So... seeing this zombie that you two brothers have tamed... I think it has great commemorative value..."

"If I take it back, it'll mean I didn't come to this Temple for nothing, don't you agree..."

Su Wan was dumbfounded. This little fatty in front of them was basically here on vacation, and he even wanted to take a souvenir back?

Shen Yuan's Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed: "This... it's not for sale..."

Jin Yuanbao frowned, feeling a bit regretful: "Not for sale? That's a real shame."

"This zombie is in such good condition, and you won't sell it even for a high price?"

"One million... two million... three million..."

"As long as you name a price, I won't haggle!"

Shen Yuan said helplessly: "Brother... this... it's really not a matter of money..."

Jin Yuanbao acted as if he hadn't heard Shen Yuan.

His attention was completely captivated by the zombie.

He walked up to Wang Lin and looked him up and down, as if a person admiring a work of art.

He reached out, patted Wang Lin on the shoulder, and touched Wang Lin's arm:

"So this is what a zombie feels like! It's no different from a normal person!"

Wang Lin stood there, motionless and expressionless.

Jin Yuanbao withdrew his hand, turned around, and looked at Shen Yuan: "Brother, say no more! One final price: ten million!"

Wang Lin, standing to the side, was also stunned.

I'm actually worth ten million? How rich is this damn tycoon? I didn't think I was worth so much!

Jin Yuanbao waved to the bodyguards behind him.