YM778.TV Chapter 113 - 113: The Zombie Mailman
Song Jian stepped out of his residence, glancing at the blue jade necklace wrapped in the bundle, a satisfied smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
“Sword Finger, one of the inheritance skills of the Swordsman Immortal profession, I wonder how powerful it is!” Song Jian murmured softly to himself, lie already knew Count Qian Dahai’s address, but the current Song Jian had no idea how to mail the item to him.
From the radio, he could discern that mailing was not a difficult task for others, or for other NPCs. Perhaps he could ask others how to mail items on the radio?
“Would asking such common knowledge questions on the radio expose anything?” That was the only concern Song Jian had.
Just then, a rushed sound of footsteps rang from behind him.
Seeing that Song Jian hadn’t left yet, both Hawaiian Shirt Ghost and Uncle Wang breathed a sigh of relief.
“Master, boss, please wait, wait a moment!” The Hawaiian Shirt Ghost, a bit flustered, spoke in spurts.
“What’s wrong? Is there something you need?” Song Jian turned around and asked.
“Master, we know the location of a Level 5 Elite BOSS, would you be interested?” Hawaiian Shirt Ghost glanced at Uncle Wang before lowering his voice to ask.
“A Level 5 Elite BOSS?” Song Jian hesitated for a moment, then slowly shook his head.
As a Level 10 player, hunting Level 5 monsters didn’t earn him any more experience. Besides, the goods dropped by a Level 5 Elite BOSS were of a too low grade for him. Since the game hadn’t opened any trading systems or auction houses, was he supposed to waste time setting up a stall like they did?
Moreover, even if Song Jian was willing to set up a stall, most players were only Level 3 or 4 and didn’t possess many Doomsday Coins. It wouldn’t be profitable!
“If it were a Level 10 Elite BOSS, I would be interested. But a Level 5? I’ll pass. You guys can gather more people to hunt it while it’s daytime, and its attributes are halved.” Song Jian spoke indifferently.
“Boss, although it’s just a Level 5 Elite BOSS, it carries a mailbag. If we kill it, it will certainly drop many great items.” Hawaiian Shirt Ghost suddenly said.
“Yeah, Master, we saw it, its mailbag was bulging. I think it’s like those treasure chest monsters in other games that explode with loot when killed!” Uncle Wang’s eyes lit up as he eagerly added.
“A mailbag?” Song Jian perked up and asked, “Can you describe in detail what the monster looks like?”
“That BOSS is called Postman Zombie. It wears a worn-out uniform and carries a bulging mailbag. It moves very fast!” Hawaiian Shirt Ghost quickly reported. “Its attack is unique. It pulls out letters from its mailbag and throws them like throwing knives, which deal quite high damage. I took a hit once and lost more than thirty vitality points. It hurt a lot.”
Hawaiian Shirt Ghost, currently at Level 3, had a vitality limit of eighty-five. Losing more than thirty points meant he lost a third of his vitality. He was definitely not the BOSS’S match.
“Alright, let’s go take a look. But let’s make it clear first, if the BOSS drops something I need, I have the first choice!” Song Jian declared.
In fact, upon hearing the BOSS’S name, Song Jian made a connection with “mailing”. Perhaps killing that BOSS would drop a “mailbox”? In this game, what was impossible? Now, this BOSS was probably the most likely one associated with the “mailbox”.
“Of course, of course, we just want to follow you and pick up the leftovers.” Uncle Wang quickly agreed.
Uncle Wang and Hawaiian Shirt Ghost had already done their calculations. A Level 5 Elite BOSS could very likely drop Level 5 equipment. For Song Jian who was Level 10, Level 5 equipment was already somewhat beneath him. So, in the end, wouldn’t they be the beneficiaries?
As they talked, the duo walked with Song Jian out of the community.
“Huh, look at those two. How did they get in with the Master?” A player setting up a stall in the central gazebo of the community saw the trio and exclaimed in surprise.
“Hey, isn’t Uncle Wang trying to ride on Master’s coattails?” someone sneered.
“I wish I could get a piece of that. I bet the Master is going to help them level up. I’m so jealous!” someone else said, their eyes gleaming with envy.
“Do you think they’re going to fight a BOSS? I heard a few days ago that Hawaiian Shirt Ghost was chased around by a BOSS and almost died!” another person speculated.
“A BOSS? Is there really a BOSS? Should we go take a look?”
The group looked at each other, hesitated for a moment, and then started shouting, “Let’s go take a look! It’s a rare opportunity to see a Master fight a BOSS!”
At this stage, few people had encountered a BOSS, and fewer dared to challenge one. Hearing that there was a BOSS fight, they stopped setting up their stalls and started pursuing Song Jian and the others.
“Master, if we circle around this street, there’s a post office ahead. The BOSS is holed up in there!” Hawaiian Shirt Ghost pointed at the street ahead.
“You don’t have to call me Master. My name is Song Jian, just call me Brother Song.” Song Jian chuckled and asked, “Have you cleared most of this area?”
“We didn’t explore most of the area. The monsters here are mostly Level 3. It’s too risky. One slip, and we could die here.” Hawaiian Shirt Ghost shook his head.
Song Jian nodded, not saying anything else. The three quickly arrived at an old post office.
Along the way, they encountered many Level 3 mutant zombies. But neither the Hawaiian Shirt Ghost nor Uncle Wang made a move. Song Jian quickly killed them with his dagger. The pair were amazed by his skill.
“Brother Song, the BOSS is in there. Should we lure it out, or…” Hawaiian Shirt Ghost looked at the open gateway of the post office and said fearfully.
He had innocently thought that areas with stronger monsters might contain better loot. That led him into this post office on his previous adventure, and he almost didn’t see the light of day again.
Hawaiian Shirt Ghost was worried that the narrow space in the post office would prevent Song Jian from fully utilizing his abilities. He bravely offered to lure the BOSS outside.
“There’s no need, you see, hasn’t it just come out?” Song Jian pointed to the post office entrance.
“Hehe…”
A zombie hunched over, clad in a tattered green uniform, appeared at the entrance of the post office. The zombie was thin and emaciated, with deeply sunken eyes. Its skin clung tightly to its bones, almost devoid of muscle, making it look like a skeleton. The funniest part was that it was even wearing a military green hat on its head, making it look no different from an ordinary postman.
Hawaiian Shirt Ghost and Uncle Wang weren’t lying. The BOSS did have a bag hanging from its body, also military green. The words “Post Office” were written on it. It looked like it was loaded with a lot of things, bulging tightly.
“Brother Song, that’s it. Be careful, it’s very fast.”
Seeing this BOSS, Hawaiian Shirt Ghost’s face changed dramatically. If he hadn’t luckily stumbled upon a small group of players searching nearby last time, he wouldn’t have been able to escape. This BOSS’S movement was too fast.
As expected, the Postman Zombie roared and charged towards the trio once it spotted them. Even though its attributes were halved during the day, it was still considerably faster than regular zombies.