Fatso of Stone Tile Slope

Apocalypse befell, and roommates performed a skyward ritual.
As the fog descended, the Book of Blood Spirit appeared in the hands of all survivors, and only those with a Contract monster could survive.
Su Han directed his gaze to the neighbor who had already mutated and twisted, silently pulling out a gleaming fruit knife...
Grotesque meat corpses, giant spiders with gaping mouths, eyeballs enveloping the city, one-eyed sharp-toothed hand monsters...
Civilization fell, cities shattered, and all humans became meat for the monsters. There was only one way to survive:
Use monsters to fight monsters.

My Monster Fuses Everything

The sharp knife plunged into the chest of the bound man, blood spraying out and flowing onto the hands of the executioner, warm and emitting a bloodthirsty scent.


Although it was their first execution, the crowd's actions showed little hesitation.


One month was enough for everyone to adapt to this apocalypse; not to mention, they were not exactly killing the innocent now.


"All seven vehicles are good, and there's enough fuel."


Zhu Xiong inspected the vehicles and found that they were usually used by Nie Rilong and his crew, basically in decent condition.


Even the battle that had just transpired had caused only minor damage to the windows and hadn't seriously harmed them.


After thoroughly clearing out the Bucks Gym, everyone began their journey back.


This time the convoy was even more significant, with a truck at the front and one at the rear, and nine vehicles following in the middle, all strong and powerful.


Chapter 72: Progress in Injection Preparations