As if hearing Lin Jing's question, the system explained, "Honey, the cards displayed by the card drawing system are random each time. Maybe next time will be much better, hehe."
If the system weren't incorporeal, Lin Jing would have wanted to rip it out and give it a beating. Other people's systems and cheat codes were so cool, why was his so lame?
Not only could anyone who met the requirements draw cards, but more than half of the cards were useless. Lin Jing was convinced.
He was now trying his best to save the situation. He glanced at the ten items on the display again, took a deep breath, and clicked the "Start Draw" button.
A red frame appeared on the screen and began to rotate clockwise over the ten items. After a few seconds, Lin Jing saw it land on Wahaha. The next moment, the card drawing machine emitted a burst of golden light, and a card with Wahaha painted on it appeared in front of Lin Jing, suspended in the air, as if waiting for him to take it.
Lin Jing felt a slight breathlessness in his chest, but he gritted his teeth and grabbed the card. The golden light from the card drawer immediately vanished, and at the same time, only nine items remained on the screen. The original Wahaha was no longer on the screen.
Lin Jing stared at the card in his hand, dumbfounded, staring at it without reacting.
The system, assuming Lin Jing didn't know how to use it, kindly reminded him, "Honey, the card's attributes are written on the back. Your thoughts are connected to the card, and you can use or draw the items on it with a single thought."
Lin Jing's face was ashen, and his hand holding the card was shaking. He had gone through so much trouble and nearly lost his life, only to draw a row of Wahaha. If he had known this would happen, he would have stayed at the small supermarket downstairs. There were more Wahaha there, and he wouldn't have had to work so hard.
Lin Jing took a few deep breaths. He admitted that the sight of the Wahaha had made his defenses a little overwhelmed.
"Great, really great, Wahaha," Lin Jing muttered through gritted teeth.
He flipped the card over and saw it read: Wahaha Card Attributes: E-Grade Card, fifth tier (there are six tiers, and this is the second-to-last tier). It's a favorite drink among children, with its fruity and milky flavors. In the apocalypse, it might just bring back the joys of childhood.
Lin Jing nearly crushed it. One hundred zombie cores! He'd worked so hard to earn them, and this? There were six tiers, and he'd drawn the second-to-last tier.
He should have known better. His luck was truly terrible. Even drinking cold water would make his teeth ache.
He gritted his teeth and checked how many cores he had left. Luckily, he'd killed quite a few zombies on his way up the emergency stairs, kicking down a dozen more. He now had 92 zombie cores left.
Lin Jing consoled himself by telling himself to stay calm. He knew he couldn't panic at this moment, or else he'd be left on the rooftop, waiting for death.
He pulled out his compound crossbow from his backpack. There were still 10 arrows left in the quiver. While he still had 50 arrows in his space, he wasn't sure about the situation. Those 50 arrows were precious to him, so he had to be frugal.
He looked up at Mo Fei, who had been quietly watching him from three or four steps away. Mo Fei must have seen everything he'd just done with the card draw system, including the image of the card flashing golden and falling before him, but she didn't ask any questions.
Lin Jing was quite pleased with Mo Fei. He was already struggling to take care of himself, so how could he have the time to explain things to her?
Mo Fei, on the other side, saw Lin Jing's dejected expression and didn't dare to disturb him. She simply remained quietly. She had also seen the strange machine earlier, and it seemed Lin Jing had drawn a card from it. However, Mo Fei remained calm at the time, after all, she seemed to have discovered another secret about Lin Jing.
Just now, as she and Lin Jing were running up the fire escape, Mo Fei seemed to have seen the Tang sword in Lin Jing's hand disappear into thin air, only to reappear in the next moment.
However, Mo Fei didn't intend to question Lin Jing about this. Lin Jing probably didn't want her to know too much, so it was better for her to remain quiet.
Lin Jing looked at the cards in front of him, took a few breaths, and with a thought, the cards flashed. The next moment, the cards in Lin Jing's hand transformed into a row of Wahaha cigarettes.
Lin Jing looked at the Wahaha cigarettes, feeling both amused and embarrassed.
He simply sat down, found a pack of wet wipes in his backpack, and wiped the blood off his hands with them.
Lin Jing finally unpacked the row of Wahaha bottles. He inserted straws into two of them and handed one to Mo Fei. "Drink it! Let's rest for a while and figure out what to do next."
"Oh," Mo Fei said, taking the Wahaha, but not daring to drink it. It seemed like the Wahaha had just transformed from the card. Could it really be drunk?
Seeing that she didn't drink, Lin Jing ignored her and reached for his own bottle, bringing it to his lips and drinking. He'd consumed quite a bit just now, so a sugary drink would be good for him. This was Lin Jing's only way to comfort himself.
Mo Fei was thirsty too, and seeing that Lin Jing had already finished, she sat down and started drinking Wahaha as well.
Glancing at the remaining two bottles of Wahaha, Lin Jing thought for a moment and decided to put them in his backpack. He, a big grudger, had spent a hundred crystal cores on these four bottles.
Lin Jing placed his backpack beside him and rested on the ground for ten minutes. Then, armed with his compound crossbow and arrows, he headed towards the zombies. The rooftop was still choked by the zombies, and the zombies in front were squeezed like pancakes by the ones behind them, clinging to the "transparent wall."
Lin Jing loaded his crossbow and fired at one of the zombies closest to him. The arrow pierced the air with a clang, piercing the zombie's forehead.
Lin Jing's eyes lit up. The zombies at the front were completely immobilized by the ones behind them. Weren't they like fixed targets? Killing them would be much easier, and he'd surely collect plenty of zombie cores for card draws.
However, thinking about his luck, Lin Jing's excitement faded. He couldn't care less anyway; he'd just collect the cores first.
Thinking this over, he fired his remaining nine arrows one by one. Since the zombies in front couldn't move, he went over to retrieve the arrows after he finished shooting, then continued shooting at the zombies at the front.
After he'd shot all the zombies in front, Lin Jing collapsed to the ground exhausted. At the same moment, System 33's voice rang out: "Congratulations, dear, for killing 87 zombies and obtaining 87 zombie cores. Adding the 92 cores you had left, you now have 179 Level 1 zombie cores."
Lin Jing breathed a sigh of relief and slumped down on the ground with his compound crossbow. With 179 cores, he could finally draw one more card. Lin Jing's stamina had reached its limit, and he lay exhausted on the ground for a while.
Mo Fei, somewhat worried about Lin Jing, leaned over and asked cautiously, "Are you okay?"
Lin Jing opened his eyes, glanced at Mo Fei, and sighed. He pulled out his phone to check the time. It was already 5:10. In less than two hours, the card-drawing machine would disappear, and accordingly, these zombies would be out of control.
Lin Jing didn't answer Mo Fei's question, but instead asked, "How's your luck?"