Apocalypse Gacha Chapter 103- Trade

The cat didn't expect the badly injured dog to attack at this moment. When it heard some movement from behind, it tried its best to dodge.

But how much fur did Yellow Ball have? How could it dodge so easily?

The black cat cried out, and its butt was stuck with Yellow Ball's fur. Although this skill wasn't too strong due to the sheer amount of fur compared to the Talking Lady's, it won in quantity.

The fur was stuck into the second half of the cat's body such that this nimble black lightning fell from the sky and cried out when it hit the ground. Much of the fur was bumped into its stomach when it fell. Although it wasn't fatal, the black cat was losing feeling. It struggled but failed to get up.

How could the bald Yellow Ball let go of this chance? It ignored its injuries and pounced. It felt like if it ate this black cat, it could evolve.

On the other side, Talking Lady was hit by the iron man that the streetlamp turned into. She was in a bad state; her eyes, nose, and ears were bleeding. Her blood's color was exceptional; it was actually sky blue. Once it flowed onto her white face, she looked like a fierce ghost.

Interrupting the skill caused considerable injuries to the Talking Lady. The shield hit her, and she was barely holding on. Now that she saw the iron monster attacking her, she shot several strands of hair into the monster's body.

The steel man summoned from the streetlight was too ordinary, and Ye Zhongming didn't put in too much mental energy. Its durability was only ten. After the Talking Lady shot hair into it, a light shone, and it turned into metal fragments.

During this period, Ye Zhongming recovered, and his vision was back. Seeing the Talking Lady's dire state, he held his blade and wanted to kill her. Ye Zhongming wanted her to know he was not someone she could offend.

But at this moment, the Bone Demon probably felt like it had no more hope, and it roared and knocked toward Ye Zhongming.

Ye Zhongming had no choice but to turn back and slash off its head. He also kept the golden cloth back in the space crystal.

The short delay gave the Talking Lady a chance. This mutated zombie knew that she had failed today. If she didn't flee now, she wouldn't be able to.

The Talking Lady had high intellect, and it ran towards the black cat. A few strands of hair forced Yellow Ball away. She hugged the pet that couldn't move anymore and ran away.

When Ye Zhongming noticed, the Talking Lady was dozens of meters away.

Her sneak attacking him infuriated Ye Zhongming. He was unhappy seeing the prey he was about to capture flee from his hands. He took a deep breath and wanted to chase.

But the talking from the supermarket was picked up by him. His heart shook, and he decided he couldn't chase the Talking Lady. This level two mutated zombie fled far away and disappeared from his view.

The voice in the supermarket reminded Ye Zhongming of what he wanted to do today. He feared these people would leave if he chased the Talking Lady.

After balancing the pros and cons, he lost the chance to remove the root of the problem.

He found it unfortunate but continued digging the Bone Demon's crystal before tossing its corpse to the side. He touched Yellow Ball, and after saying a few soft words, this dog stumbled and ran away.

The battle attracted many zombies in the district. These tiny fellows weren't much to Ye Zhongming. He dealt with them swiftly and made some commotion in another area to attract the zombie's attention before he knocked on the window and asked if they were there.

The supermarket was silent.

"Don't worry; I have no bad intentions; I came here to trade. I just bumped into some zombies and had to kill them." He paused and continued, "I am alone and have an evolution potion."

He made them feel safe and told them that he had something they wanted. This was the rule of the apocalypse when trading.

Ye Zhongming backed into the wall and listened closely. He heard a moment of silence and then heard people discussing for half a minute.

After two minutes, a gap opened in the window, and a middle-aged man's face appeared there. He looked around for Ye Zhongming and then searched everywhere warily. He lowered his voice, "Where did you get the news from?"

"Brother Deng."

"Are you alone?"

"Yes."

"There are no zombies around?"

"I drew them away."

After a simple conversation, the window was closed. A short while later, that guy took a key out to open the anti-burglar window and waved at Ye Zhongming, "Come in. Slowly, hold your hands up where I can see them."

Ye Zhongming did as he said and was also wary when he jumped in.

The window was closed and blocked with a thick curtain. Someone used a lighter to light a candle, and the room was bright.

Ye Zhongming swept and saw a middle-aged man standing in front of him. He held a simple crossbow at himself. On the two sides were each a guy, and behind him was the other middle-aged man that had opened the window for him.

There were some sounds from outside the room, so some people should be there.

"Where is the evolution potion? We want to take a look."

Ye Zhongming nodded and opened his bag slowly to try not to cause a misunderstanding. He took one out slowly.

"I have more, but I want to see the goods."

The middle-aged man hesitated and nodded toward a guy at the corner. The young man took a package from behind him and took out a job certificate that shone a dim light.

He opened it and held it for Ye Zhongming for him to see.

Things that could be used directly couldn't be passed to the buyer. These people weren't stupid and understood this rule at the start of the apocalypse.

Ye Zhongming looked, and his eyeball jumped. He bit his teeth to try to act calmer. He nodded toward the young man to express that he saw it.

"How are you planning to trade?"

Ye Zhongming looked at the careful man with the crossbow. He knew that this person was in charge.

"Six one-star potions!"

His eyes shone, and he said an unreasonable price.

"Too expensive." Ye Zhongming shook his head.

"You don't know the item." The young man who showed him the certificate smiled mockingly, like Ye Zhongming didn't know what he was talking about.

"Two bottles."

Ye Zhongming ignored him.

"No, too low. Five at least!"

"Three at most."

The middle-aged man paused and was very tempted.

A few seconds later, he shook his head slowly, "At least four; if you don't have it, please leave."