MTL - Wukong Teaches Me To Build A Kingdom While I Teach Him To Create A Universe - v900 Chapter 182 Huyou started to start a farm! 12 Zuwu is going to make trouble again!

[The false necromancer has insufficient soldiers and is being ostracized and hunted. ]

[The real necromancer, countless skeletons, become the overlord of one party. ]

After Wu Heng obtained the double portal, he discovered that the original world was full of zombies.

When a gangster’s plan fails, another plan to survive begins.

Wu Heng chose to become a ‘Necromancer’.

Is it not allowed to summon the undead from another world? In the last days, the entire planet is a source of soldiers.

Can’t survive in the zombie world? Then I will live in another world and learn skills.

From then on, an undead army equipped with modern weapons appeared in the world.

Natural disaster strikes, millions of skeletons.

Immortal Bone Dragon, King of the Undead.

(Double portal + necromancer + magic + fantasy world + undead natural disaster.)

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Wang Tianxiao was reborn thirty years ago, the day before the eldest son was born.

It was more than 20 degrees below zero, and the wife shivered on the cold kang with her big belly and three-year-old daughter in her arms.

In the pot, there was no firewood to be seen, and the bottom of the water tank was solidly frozen.

What a difficult start.

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In the Kunlun Snow Palace, a sage once said, those who pass away wander, while the living cannot let go.Once the soul departs, it will wither like the autumn grass.Those who are reborn from the dead, existing apart from the mortal realm, shall be shunned by all celestial sects and smitten as undead demons.On this day, a youth awakens from within a coffin, his blood dry and his bones chilled, to find himself a century old upon opening his eyes.A single tear from a sage awaited, a constant companion, may unravel the dreams of the past.Seeking not immortality but a mundane death, not to lament with the ages over lost love and resentment, but only wishing to grow old with tenderness in this lifetime, beneath the white clouds that hold no envy for the heavenly realms.

Death, Depression, Poverty, Love issues – all things that a 27-year no-name writer faces.