And at this moment,
Chen Miao had arrived at the crime scene. Though calling it a "crime scene" might not be entirely fitting, the site did look exceedingly brutal.
The boss monster's corpse, as huge as a building, lay in pieces on the ground, its thick, glue-like blood covering the surface, seeping into the cracked earth below.
The ground was littered with dense and numerous bullet holes.
The bullets mixed in the flesh made the scene extremely gory. Continue your saga on m-vl-e-mpyr
"..."
Chen Miao furrowed his brows and took a few steps back. The monster before him had become a mountain of blood; heaps of flesh over a meter high were piled up, clearly showing three beams of white light shooting up into the sky through the flesh.
These three beams of light represented three items that had dropped.
And the three items were currently buried under the chunks of flesh.
He would have to dig into the mess to retrieve them.
Honestly, he was rather reluctant to go in. It was just too disgusting. If he did, the stench of blood would probably cling to him for days.
Just then—
Yuan Buping, leading the others, jogged up from behind, panting as he reached Chen Miao's side. Before he could catch his breath, he looked up with shock and excitement, giving a thumbs-up: "Miao, you..."
"Perfect timing."
Chen Miao stepped back a few paces, eyes on the three beams of white light, "Bring the brothers to pick up the items."
"What?"
Yuan Buping, who had prepared his speech on the way, was interrupted by Chen Miao before he could start, then quickly rolled up his sleeves and nodded vigorously, "Understood, Miao!"
Finally...
Finally, it was their turn to shine!
"Time to work, brothers!"
...
Yuan Buping and his group rushed into the bloody mess of flesh, employing various methods to extract the items buried underneath. The carcass's weight was not light, and retrieving the items was no easy task.
And Chen Miao simply stood by, sighing lightly.
Why wasn't there a function to automatically pick up dropped items? Surely he couldn't be expected to collect the loot himself after every boss fight?
Setting aside the hassle, what if someone happened by during this time? Wouldn't that lead to a fight?
Chen Miao took the three props and casually put them into his backpack. The moment they entered the backpack, the white light from the props disappeared.
The props didn't even have a trace of blood on them.
After a BOSS died and dropped props, white light would guide the props skywards, ensuring that none were missed in a corner somewhere and that they would not be damaged or dirtied while the white lights were present.
This was quite convenient.
The white guiding light would vanish the moment the prop entered the backpack, however.
Chen Miao then glanced around and looked down at the watch on Hungry Monkey's wrist, "Let's head back, didn't we get a water tank today? You guys go back and wash up."
"Understood."
To solve the water problem.
Yuan Buping and others had called for a truck to bring a water tank to the cemetery that day. They installed a simple pressure valve in the tank, allowing for basic daily water needs. Normally, the water in this tank would be enough for so many people for about four or five days without any issues.
They hadn't dug a well.
That would be too difficult of an engineering feat, and they were only temporarily residing in the cemetery, not truly here to build in the wilderness.
...
Not long after.
Chen Miao and others returned to the cemetery and were surprised to find that the security guard, who had packed his belongings to flee, was now back at his post. The old-fashioned boxy television that had been packed away was once again on display.
He still watched the television with undiverting, slightly vacant eyes, and wrinkles covered his cheeks as he sat on the bed.
Chen Miao tossed a pack of cigarettes into the room without asking more questions, and gestured for Yuan Buping and the others to wash up, while he himself went back to the tomb chamber to sort out the loot from the day.
Besides the award 'Decayed Glory'.
The dense announcements on the panel had also awarded him 3 props, plus the three dropped by the boss, making six in total. Good gracious, that really was a windfall, all for just beating a boss, were the rewards always this plenty?
Maybe the process was too easy.
He didn't think that killing such a boss was a difficult task, even if it was a siege boss.
A siege boss meant that the boss was there to test the depth and execution of a city, not the power of an individual player. This was the first record in Fengtian City's history of a single person single-handedly slaying a full-health siege boss.
It was an achievement worth recording in the history books.
The rewards even seemed a bit low for such a feat.
...
ps: There's another chapter coming later, the next one is difficult to write, I've been thinking all morning what to name the main character's power.