"Very good, I am very satisfied,"
Corpse King Zixuan slowly stated.
The man in black was overjoyed. As long as he was satisfied, everything was fine; they had mobilized everyone to find the right person. During peaceful times, it would have been incredibly easy to find as many people as needed.
But in the apocalypse, it was really hard to find anyone. There were too many deaths, and reliable people were scarce.
Of course, they did encounter some shelters that had formed into malignant forces with armed troops, and they indeed found some suitable girls there.
But the fate of the women in these malicious shelters was essentially predictable.
At first, they thought about making do with what was available.
But ultimately, they abandoned that idea.
To prevent any problems from being seen through.
"Her name is Zhao Yun, twenty years old," introduced the man in black.
"Mmm."
Corpse King Zixuan let out a deep voice.
"That… the blood we agreed on earlier, can it be drawn?"
