Chapter 7: Dust of the last days

"Guan Hai, Hans, clean up the group of zombies in front and evacuate immediately!"
Fang Fan scanned the surrounding area and cleaned the battlefield by the way.
"Help...help us..."
There was a cry for help, Fang Fan turned his head in surprise, and saw a few figures in a classroom with closed windows and doors.
The sound came from inside.
Fang Fan kicked open the small door of the classroom. There were seven or eight students inside, staring at him uneasily.
"Save us, take us along... We are all students of the School of Foreign Languages... You are amazing, you can definitely save us!"
A soft and cute female voice came into his ears, and Fang Fan followed the sound source and looked at him, only to see a very kawaii little girl who was looking at him with blinking eyes and praying...
Fang Fan's face was cold, without any emotional changes.
These are all students...all living people.
Looking at them, it is obvious that they have never really fought with zombies.
With them, this is a bunch of burdens!
Not only will it not increase the combat power under his command, but it will drag him back.
Fang Fan still needs to draw a limited amount of troops to protect them?
Almost in an instant, Fang Fan made a decision.
"I'm sorry, I am unable to help you!"
"The end days are here, you can only save yourself!"
Fang Fan's expression looked extremely cold, not because he was cold-blooded, but because he had to do it like this.
"I want to know, why are you so strong?"
"Who are these people around you?"
Chen Bu took a step, he did not pray like other people, his mind suddenly became extremely clear.
He is very aware of their situation now.
He slaughtered a zombie just now, and dropped out a food card and a spar exuding ghostly light...
Maybe there is a connection?
"Have you killed a zombie?"
Fang Fan's eyes glanced over, and he glanced at the young man in front of him.
"How do you know?" Chen Bu raised his head, somewhat curious.
"What you hold in your hand are the cards and magic crystals obtained from killing zombies."
"There are many types of cards, including food cards, clear water cards, legion cards, etc..."
"These warriors are drawn from the legion card. If you are lucky enough, you can draw the legion card!"
Fang Fan explained two more sentences. Although they can't be taken with them, two reminders are nothing to blame.
"Unfortunately, this is a food card..."
Chen Bu shook his head, somewhat regretful.
"I can draw cards like this... a black iron-level card, a low-grade magic crystal, and a bronze-level card, a middle-grade magic crystal..."
"You are holding a low-grade magic crystal in your hand. If you are lucky enough, you may be able to draw some treasures from the Dark Iron Grade card..."
Fang Fan suddenly noticed the initial task hanging on the system panel...
"Task: Sell ten cards in three days!"
"Success reward: unlock more advanced new cards..."
"Failure punishment: obliterate the host."
"Remarks: As the most powerful card tycoon in the future, Sao Nian, keep working hard!"
The three-day deadline... it's already a long time.
No one of the special cards sold...
No matter how small a mosquito is, it also has meat.
"Can you sell me cards? Do you have a lot of cards? Can't run out?"
Chen Bu's eyes widened, he needed to re-examine the man in front of him, this guy... terrible!