209: Zombie Massage Parlor

The Female zombie smiled and explained, "We offer a variety of services here, based on our guests' needs and preferences.

For example, massage, hot springs, dance performances, music appreciation, etc. You can choose according to your interests."

"Oh? I'm quite tired. Give me a massage then." Pan Han was indeed exhausted after fighting through dozens of floors.

"Alright, handsome, I'll arrange it for you right away," the Female zombie said readily.

"Wait a moment, what do you charge? You're not doing it for free, are you?" Pan Han called out to the Female zombie.

He had bought things at a small stall before, and they said they accepted cockroach cakes.

"998 cockroach cakes for 90 minutes," the Female zombie suddenly realized and quickly added.

"I don't have any cockroach cakes," Pan Han said, patting himself all over.

He had never encountered such a thing.

"Then you can use an Evolution Potion, or go to the pawn shop across the street to exchange weapons for some cockroach cakes," the Female zombie said, seeing Pan Han's extraordinary demeanor, and pointed him towards the pawn shop opposite.

"Alright! Thank you.

I'll go check across the street." Pan Han nodded in thanks and turned to leave.

As soon as he stepped out, Pan Han suddenly felt very strange.

Why had he suddenly become so polite?

"How eerie!" Pan Han rubbed the back of his head, then looked around, raising his guard once more.

Upon entering the pawn shop, he found it filled with a dazzling array of items hanging everywhere.

Guns, swords, and even some monster heads.

"Hello, sir! How can I help you?" an old zombie wearing a long gown approached Pan Han as soon as he entered.

"Damn, why do I feel like this guy is possessed by Wang Cheng!" Pan Han was slightly startled.

He smiled faintly at the old zombie and asked, "Do you have any special items here? I have some weapons I'd like to exchange for some cockroach cakes."

The old zombie nodded with a smile and said, "We buy all kinds of items here, including weapons, equipment, precious props, and so on.

If you need to, you can take out the items you want to exchange, and I will give you the corresponding cockroach cakes."

Pan Han took out several weapons he had acquired from previous battles on different levels from his backpack and placed them one by one on the counter.

The old zombie carefully inspected each item, then assessed their value, and finally gave Pan Han 5000 cockroach cakes.

"Boss, do you have any receipts? I can't carry so many cockroach cakes!" Pan Han thought it was a good deal anyway, as these items were no longer useful.

The old zombie nodded, "No problem, we have cockroach tickets.

Here are 50 tickets with a face value of 100 each."

With that, the old zombie immediately counted out 50 cockroach tickets and handed them to Pan Han.

Pan Han took the cockroach tickets and nodded to the old zombie in thanks.

He left the pawn shop and returned to the Yihong Courtyard.

Holding the cockroach tickets, Pan Han examined them carefully.

The tickets had a giant cockroach pattern printed on the front, and some apocalypse-themed decorative patterns on the back.

The tickets were dark gray, giving off a gloomy feeling of the apocalypse era.

Upon returning to the Yihong Courtyard, he pulled out ten tickets and handed them to the Female zombie.

Seeing the tickets, the Female zombie's face lit up with a smile and she said, "handsome is fast! I'll arrange it for you right away.

Please follow me."

The Female zombie led Pan Han into a private lounge in the Yihong Courtyard.

The lounge was simply yet comfortably furnished, with a large massage bed, soft mattress, and soft blankets that made one feel relaxed.

On one side of the room was a row of hot spring bathtubs, and through the glass wall, one could see the steam rising from the hot spring water.

The Female zombie pointed to a pile of soft towels and massage oil by the bed and said, "handsome, please take off your shirt and lie on the massage bed.

The technician will be here shortly."

After the Female zombie left, Pan Han took off his shirt and lay down.

The soft mattress and comfortable temperature made him relax.

A moment later, a technician zombie wearing a white uniform entered the room, smiling, with a toolbox in her hand.

The technician zombie was dressed in a neat white uniform, embroidered with the Yihong Courtyard logo.

Her appearance was similar to that of a human, and although her face was slightly pale, her features were clear.

It was a beautiful face with well-defined features, long and neat eyebrows that curved slightly upwards, revealing a confident and friendly smile.

Her eyes were deep and bright, and her gaze conveyed focus and gentleness.

She had soft black hair, neatly combed back, with slightly curled ends gently caressing her shoulders, giving her an elegant and approachable feel.

Her posture was upright, and she had well-proportioned body, with long, slender hands and neatly trimmed, flawless nails.

What a beautiful Female zombie, Pan Han's eyes were glued to her!

"Hello, handsome, I am Technician 666, responsible for providing your massage service.

Do you have any special needs or preferences, such as pressure, areas, or massage techniques?

We will do our best to meet your requirements," the technician zombie asked gently.

"Thank you, I just want to relax and relieve muscle fatigue," Pan Han replied with a smile.

The technician zombie nodded and began to take out massage oil and some tools from her toolbox.

She first gently massaged Pan Han's neck and shoulders, then gradually moved to his back, waist, and thighs.

The technician zombie's hands were nimble and skilled.

She adjusted the massage pressure and technique according to Pan Han's body reactions and needs.

She used different techniques, such as kneading, pushing, and tapping, to help Pan Han relieve fatigue and tense muscles.

Throughout the massage, accompanied by soft music and a faint fragrance, Pan Han gradually felt his body and mind relax, and his fatigue was alleviated.

No kidding, it really was quite comfortable.

Folks, who would believe that Pan Han was getting a massage from a zombie in the apocalypse!

Pan Han even felt a little sleepy, his eyelids constantly drooping, almost falling asleep.

Fortunately, he still had some willpower and managed to stay awake.

However, it did give him some ideas; it wouldn't be bad to open a massage parlor in the base later and get a bunch of zombies to do massages.

"I'll do this when I get back!" Pan Han thought of this and instantly felt wide awake.

"handsome, the massage is finished, you can lie down for a while longer," the female technician gently patted Pan Han's back, then got up to tidy things.

"That was really comfortable.

666!" Pan Han didn't forget to praise her.

"Thank you, handsome, next time you come, remember to ask for me! Goodbye!" With that, the technician blew him a kiss and left.

Pan Han stretched his body; he did feel much more comfortable.

He lit a cigarette and lay quietly on the bed, enjoying a rare moment of peace.

"Time for another bath!" Pan Han saw the hot steam rising from the bathtub and felt it shouldn't be wasted.

Half an hour later, he stood up from the bathtub.

"Ah, so refreshing!" Pan Han suddenly felt an unprecedented sense of clarity and comfort; it was so wonderful!

"The arrangements of the Twelve Palaces are really interesting!

Could it be that this floor is meant for Trial participants to rest?"

Pan Han thought as he got dressed.

After all, having passed through so many levels, he believed that this place was not easy to get through.

Trial participants who made it this far would likely be physically and mentally exhausted, so perhaps the Twelve Palaces arranged this 'gentle haven' fearing that everyone would lack stamina later on.

However, on second thought, such comfort here meant that what came next would be particularly difficult!

Pan Han checked his watch; he had indeed wasted a lot of time.

Although his score hadn't been surpassed, he was only leading the second-place by over 400 points.

"Damn it, women are indeed stumbling blocks to my success!" Pan Han, for once, was a scumbag, and full of vigor, he headed straight for the seventy-sixth floor.