The survivorâs eyes turned dull upon seeing Ling Mo resolutely walk towards the end of the corridor.
A door sat at the end of it, but the pile of junk stacked up by the other party and the low light environment made it difficult for others to notice it at first glance.
If Ling Moâs powers of observation werenât keen enough, he wouldnât have found anything odd either.
Upon opening the roomâs door, what greeted him was, in fact, a kitchen.
The inside of the kitchen was dim as well. Ling Mo glanced around the area before realizing someone had boarded up the window with various items, allowing only a sliver of light to come in through its gaps.
There werenât many things in here, and from the looks of it, everything was meticulously arranged. A ground sheet was laid out beside a wall with a plastic basket sitting beside it. Some food could be found within it. A majority of them were expired pieces of sliced bread and some dried fruit, likely found from within this pub. Apart from that, this person had a sizable number of beverages that filled up the entirety of the kitchen stove.
But what Ling Mo found strange was the fact that he couldnât find traces of anyone else within this room. Could Ye Lianâs instinctual reaction really be wrong?
At this moment, Ye Lian escorted the survivor over. Upon seeing Ling Moâs cheerless expression, which seemed to indicate that he came up empty handed, he hurriedly summoned up his courage and said, âI really donât have anything. Help yourself to whatever catches your eye.â
Ling Mo who was somewhat undecided immediately made his decision when he saw the survivorâs reaction.
Under the survivorâs increasingly frantic gaze, Ling Mo slowly walked alongside the wall as he searched around, eventually stopping in front of a refrigerator.
The survivorâs eyes abruptly widened when he saw Ling Mo place his hand on top of it, nervously watching Ling Moâs each and every movement.
But the survivorâs final shred of hope was completely eradicated when Ling Mo started pushing it.
As Ling Mo pushed the refrigerator, he wondered: what exactly could the survivor have hidden to make him so nervous?
In fact, this concealment wasnât all that skillfully done. All one needed to do was look at it more closely and theyâd realize that the refrigerator was out of place. Ling Mo predicted that thereâd definitely be another door behind it.
As expected, an entrance appeared once the refrigerator was pushed out of the way. There was even a metal plate on top of it that wrote: Restricted Warehouse.
So it turns out that this was Music Emperorâs warehouseâ¦the alcohol on top of the stove should have come from this place.
Ling Mo slowly twisted the doorknob, but the moment he opened the door, a black shadow suddenly leaped at him. Startled, Ling Mo took a step back and sent his spiritual tentacles out in a flash.
Falling under the influence of Ling Moâs tentacles, the figure that pounced towards him abruptly stopped. It looked as if it had suddenly slammed into an intangible wall. But in reality, it was just being affected by Ling Moâs spiritual powers.
Ling Mo was feeling a little depressed after narrowly avoiding being jumped on. At the moment, he still wasnât capable of freely extending and retracting his spiritual tentacles, restricting its flexibility. From the looks of it, he still needed much more training.
Ling Mo suddenly froze when he stared at the figure. The one who rushed up towards him was, in fact, a pretty and delicate girl. She seemed to be around the same age as Ye Lian, but her face was exceedingly pale and her lips were chapped, making her seem like she was suffering from a serious illness.
No wonder the survivor seemed so desperate. From his perspective, he probably thought that someone like Ling Mo, who didnât have the least bit of lenience, might even raise his hand against this girl.
The girl held a sharp piece of metal within her hand as she stared dumbstruck at Ling Mo. She clearly couldnât understand why her attack had been mysteriously interrupted before she even reached Ling Mo.
âWhoâre you?â The girlâs gaze seemed a little disorganized, but she very quickly voiced her question.
In truth, Ling Mo himself was stunned as well. Based on Ye Lianâs reaction, shouldnât there have been a zombie inside? Whyâd it turn out to be a girl instead!
On top of that, based on her appearance, she didnât seem to bear any traces of mutation either. Ling Mo was certain she was human.
Seeing Ling Mo remain silent, the girl cast her gaze behind Ling Mo and furrowed her brows. Her temper truly flared up when she spotted the bruise on the gigoloâs eye as she shouted, âLet go of Shi Bin!â
As she said that, she unhesitatingly sprang into action.
It was then that Ling Mo realized she had something that set her apart from others. Although she didnât move quickly, when she charged towards Ling Mo, his resistance met with air while the piece of metal in her hand had ripped open his jacket.
He might have gotten injured if he hadnât used his spiritual tentacles to distort the girlâs senses.
The thought of this made Ling Mo turn pale with fright. The first time could still be considered a mistake on his part, but this series of near misses caused a term to finally flit across Ling Moâs mind: a psychic.
This girl was definitely a psychic!
Going by that logic, could Ye Lian have reacted that way because she discovered a psychic?
Although heâd previously come across Wang Lin, who was also a psychic, Ye Lian hadnât developed her true consciousness yet. This reaction of hers might have only come about after she obtained her true consciousness.
However, this development made Ling Mo feel like something was a little odd.
For normal humans, psychics should be the equivalent of a mutated zombie within the zombie race. Both of them were somewhere along their evolutionary path. Could there be some subtle relationship between the two of them?
But, Ye Lian reaction towards psychics was a good thing. After all, the word âpsychicâ wasnât carved on all their heads, which made distinguishing them at a glance a difficult task.
While Ling Mo was distracted, the girlâs attacks turned extremely vicious in an instant. Her actions clearly werenât fast, but they were always somehow able to get past Ling Moâs counterattacks and find a gap in his defence.
Ling Mo felt apprehensive as his spiritual tentacles completely surrounded this girl and constantly disrupted her attacks. After interrupting her countless number of times, Ling Mo finally found an opening and pressed the sharpening steel against the girlâs throat.
The girlâs reaction was indeed swift, or it might be due to the help of her psychic ability. After the sharpening steel was pressed against her throat, she was strangely able to free herself.
But how could Ling Mo let her go so easily after grabbing onto this opportunity? Ling Mo grabbed her arm as she tried to dodge and pinned her against the wall.
The girlâs face was flushed after a round of battle, but her eyes, on the other hand, appeared even dimmer than before. Apparently, sheâd used up all her stamina after forcefully moving her body around. She wouldnât even have a chance of touching Ling Mo if she didnât possess that strange psychic ability.
âDonât touch her!â The survivor immediately shouted hoarsely, âYou bullying a girl doesnât amount to anything!â
Resorting to provocation? Ling Mo sneered, he turned his head and said, âWasnât she the one who took action first? The two of you must be suffering from some illness, you both insist on taking the initiative to provoke me first.
âYou caught Shi Bin, and you even beat him up till he ended up in such a stateâ¦haiâ¦I only took action to save him.â After running out of stamina, this girlâs way of speaking became dispirited as well. Ling Mo decided he might as well let her go. Either way, she no longer posed a threat to him in her current state.
âI didnât grab him, he was the one who attacked me first.â Ling Mo said as he pointed at his eyes, âSee this?â
The girl looked at Ling Moâs bloodshot eyes and was stunned for a moment. Thereafter, she helplessly laughed and said, âMy pepper is very effective, isnât it?â
âWere you the one who thought of it?â Ling Mo asked as he stared blankly at her.
âHmph.â The girl let out a snort and said, âIf he didnât apologize, then Iâll apologize to you now. It looks like youâve paid him back for earlier as well. Could you let him go now?â
âNo rush, I still have something I need to ask you.â Ling Mo revealed a faint smile, causing a look of doubt to appear on the girlâs face.
The gigolo named Shi Bin roared once again, âWhatâre you thinking of doing? Donât touch her!â
The girl coughed twice said, âShi Bin donât blindly worry about me. Canât you see the two beautiful girls by his side? Iâm not up to his standardâ¦â
âBut last timeâ¦â Shi Binâs face was flush with anger as he attempted to rebut her.
âThatâs enough. We canât beat him and we canât hide from him eitherâ¦haiâ The girl looked like she was suffering from a severe illness, but Ling Mo felt that she also seemed to be suffering from some grievous injuries based on how powerless her left hand seemed.
From Shi Binâs tone, there was apparently a survivor who harbored ill intentions towards this girl in the pastâ¦
But, this girl was rather clever. Putting aside the fact that Ling Mo didnât lack women by his side, even if he didnât have a woman beside him, he wouldnât have laid his hands on a girl with a body so sickly that she could breathe her last at any time.
After all, he wasnât cruel and vicious like the baldyâs lackeysâ¦
Ling Mo was suddenly filled with curiosity, but he had a more important question to ask, âAre you a psychic?â
The girl gave Ling Mo a look of amazement, but she quickly understood what was going on and said, âThatâs right. And, my eyesight wasnât going bad just now, you were using your psychic ability to influence me. Youâre a psychic too.â
Upon hearing this, Shi Bingâs eyes immediately widened in disbelief as he looked towards Ling Mo, his expression turning exceedingly complicated.
âI know Shi Bingâs methods may be a little extreme, but he did that for my sake. Could you release him?â The girl asked once again.
Ling Mo rubbed his nose and said, âHe may have done it for your sake, but what does that have to do with me? How about this, Iâm very curious about your abilityâ¦â
âBullet time. My psychic ability is called bullet time.â The girl answered straightforwardly.
Ling Mo was stunned for a moment. Bullet time was a concept he had some knowledge of. Slowing down the movement of others? This strange ability would undoubtedly be a great killing tool if used properly!
But this ability wouldnât be all that useful with the terrible state that the girlâs body was in.
âYouâre unexpectedly frankâ¦â Ling Mo couldnât help but feel somewhat astonished when she freely told him about her powers.
The girl smiled and said, âIn any case, you yourself are a psychic. Telling you doesnât mean much. Besides, Iâm your captive and my friend is in your hands as well. Do I have any other choice?â
This girl really was smart. Ling Mo previously felt that Shi Bin was a level-headed survivor, but now, after looking at this girl, Ling Mo had this vague feeling that Shi Binâs behaviour had manifested itself under her guidance.
Her sudden resistance from before was the result of her expending all of her strength and relying on her psychic ability in an attempt to catch her opponent off guard, which most people would fall prey to.
But her strategy was flawed in that she hadnât expected Ling Mo to also be a psychic. On top of that, heâd turned out to be stronger than her as well.
After losing, the girl displayed a rarely seen level of calm. Ling Mo felt that if her body was healthy, she definitely wouldnât have fallen to such a state where she had to hide in a place like this just to get by.