I am the Zombie King of the Apocalyptic World
Chapter 1370 - 1365: Surpassing Imaginable Beauty!

Chapter 1370: Chapter 1365: Surpassing Imaginable Beauty!

"Alright, thank you!"

Song Muyuan entered the plaza with a joyful demeanor, ignoring the long line of people and swaggering in. His senses scanned the surroundings and quickly located someone who seemed to be a high-ranking member of the Lone Gold Club.

The person was directing other club members on-site, arranging for the purchased slaves to be transported elsewhere, and vehicles were moving in and out of another entrance, most of which were filled with slaves.

The Lone Gold Club had two work projects: the first was to sell the slaves they had to those who needed them, and the second was to buy slaves at a reasonable price based on the slaves’ inherent advantages.

However, at Clear Water Plaza, where the Lone Gold Club was stationed, the former was a rare occurrence. In the economic recovery zone, not many people had the capacity to buy; most could no longer survive in the post-apocalyptic world, having to sell their bodies as private property to others, or sell their family members to the Lone Gold Club in exchange for Yajin to keep themselves alive.

"Sir?"

Song Muyuan approached the man from behind and called out in a humble tone, prompting the man to turn around.

"Who are you?"

"Let me introduce myself; my name is Song Li, you can call me Little Song."

"What do you want?"

Seeing that the man who introduced himself as Song Li was just an ordinary person, the club member’s tone naturally carried some arrogance.

A Level 4 New Human is, of course, in a completely different social position compared to an ordinary person.

"Do you still accept slaves here? I have..."

"Are you joking with me?"

Song Muyuan had just finished his sentence when the other party interrupted him. His question was akin to asking an air conditioning technician working on a unit: What do you do for work?

The Lone Gold Club was specifically an organization for buying and selling slaves—was there even a need to ask?

"No, no, no, it’s not that, I just wanted to..."

"If you want to sell a slave, go over there, don’t ask me."

The person appeared very impatient and waved his hand, intending to dismiss Song Muyuan. However, Song Muyuan did not leave. He stayed put, waiting for him to finish speaking, and then said, "Please hear me out first. The slave I have is not ordinary; I need to talk to your higher-ups."

"A not ordinary slave? What kind of slave and how much are you offering?"

"This..."

"Hurry up, I don’t have much time to waste."

"The price I offer is high."

"How high?"

"Eight thousand... no! Thirteen thousand Yajin!"

"How much? Who are you selling? Dare to offer that much Yajin? Are you selling a Level 7 New Human?"

"No, I’m selling my sister."

"Your sister?"

"She’s not a New Human; she’s an ordinary person, but she’s very beautiful..."

"Very beautiful?"

The senior member of the Lone Gold Club snorted upon hearing this, and almost laughed, but seeing Song Muyuan’s serious expression, he refrained from laughing out loud.

He said no more, only speaking to the busy Lone Gold Club members: "Handle things yourselves for a while, I have some business."

The Lone Gold Club members onsite nodded, and the senior member then refocused his attention on Song Muyuan, sizing him up with some doubt.

"You’re selling your sister? Your own flesh and blood?"

"Yes."

Song Muyuan looked very ordinary, with a pale complexion, making it hard to imagine that his so-called flesh and blood sister could be so beautiful as to boldly ask for thirteen thousand Yajin? Moreover, this thirteen thousand Yajin seemed not to be the limit; it looked like the price he wanted to sell her for could be even higher.

"Alright, show me a photo of your sister."

"How about we find a more secluded place first?"

"Are you serious?"

"Yes."

"Alright, follow me, but I have to remind you, every word you say had better be true. If it’s just because she’s your relative, I’m sorry, she’s your relative, not mine. Your relatives are cheap to others, get what I mean?"

"I understand."

"I hope you’re not too naive."

Following the lead of the senior member of the Lone Gold Club, Song Muyuan arrived at a tent in the back. The man let down the tent’s curtain, turned on the lamp, and the dim light illuminated everything inside.

"Is it secluded enough now?"

"Yes."

The other party flopped onto the sofa and stretched out his hand, clearly indicating his meaning.

Song Muyuan, conscious of what was expected, took out his mobile phone, unlocked it, opened the photo gallery, and displayed several photos. The content depicted a girl whose appearance was so heavenly that it was indescribable, her beauty surpassing any imaginable limit. Unless seen with one’s own eyes, no one would believe such a face could appear on their retina!

Song Muyuan handed over the mobile phone, and the other party casually took it, not really caring at first. But as soon as he saw the content in the photos on the phone, he was instantly stunned!

His gaze was as if locked by a powerful magnet, unable to shift even slightly!

The surrounding air fell silent in that instant, and no one spoke, just the senior club member was staring intently!

It’s unclear how much time passed, heavy panting began to be heard nearby, it was the senior member of the Lone Gold Club, and the panting grew heavier!

From the moment he saw the first photo on the phone, he felt as if his world had been reduced to just this one person!

At the same time, a powerful desire to possess began to spread within him, growing uncontrollably!

In the Lone Gold Club, slaves were divided into grades A to C, but few people knew that there was one grade above A, the S-grade slaves!

These slaves were never sold, only bought, and they weren’t strong New Humans, but individuals with top-tier appearances. Whether New Humans or ordinary people, such slaves were not unseen by him. Among the four S-grade slaves sent up, he had seen one, and was amazed by her beauty, but it was far from enough to drive a man crazy. At most, she was merely a femme fatale.

But the person in the photo was something he couldn’t even imagine! Suddenly, he remembered a saying.

You never know how beautiful a person can be, each person has their own aesthetics and may fantasize about certain things in their minds, like creating a beauty in their own mind. But no matter how one imagines it, the facial value a person can possess has a limit!

His heart kept pounding, and he couldn’t believe that there was someone in this world with such high facial value, even having a ludicrous thought.

She shouldn’t appear in human’s retinas!

Her beauty was not that of a human species; she resembled some kind of mythological creature!