Let's walk together for the rest of our lives. If the host says to leave, she will leave.

During the time that Gu Ling was recuperating at home, she was not idle. She inquired about some private detectives with strong professional skills and affordable prices, and prepared to save money seriously.

When Gu Ling's injuries were almost healed and the readers' patience was almost at its limit, she decided to start making trouble.

[Cheng Mu left the city alone, leaving behind all his sad memories, and went to a brand new city.

In the apocalypse, information is blocked and no one here knows that Cheng Mu was initially driven out of the base because he was bitten by a zombie.

He no longer needs to be a wandering hero.

But before he integrated into this city, he first encountered a big trouble——

That is a level 6 wind-type zombie. 】

“What the hell! Gu Ling, are you crazy? Zombies of this level should appear at this time?!”

Oh, by the way, Gu Ling’s pen name is: Gu Ling is awesome.

Cheng Mu bent down, put one hand on the ground to steady his body, and bent his thin waist into a flexible arc to avoid the zombies' attack.

He supported himself on the ground with one hand, his arm muscles bulged, and at the same time, he exerted force from his waist, his legs immediately left the ground, and he somersaulted over and stood up.

As he stood up, he threw the lightning ability at the level six zombie, but it didn't even touch the zombie.

He really thought that the author of "When the End of the World Comes" was crazy. In this world where level 3 zombies had only just appeared, Gu Ling actually let him, a psychic who had just been promoted to level 3, encounter level 6 zombies!

This zombie even has superpowers, it's an enhanced version!

As the saying goes, if you can't fight, run; if you can't run, hide.

Of course he couldn't match the speed of the Wind-following Type, and as for dodging...

Cheng Mu wanted to hide in the space, but he could only enter the space when no one or zombies were paying attention to him, so he could not hide in the space when he encountered danger.

In addition, according to the setting in the book, the levels of zombies and psychics are divided into ten levels, but the strength of zombies is generally one level higher than that of psychics.

In other words, a level one zombie without super powers is equivalent to a level two superpower user.

If we use height to compare the current strength of Cheng Mu and the sixth-level superpower zombies——

Cheng Mu could hit the zombie's knee if he jumped up.

Therefore, Cheng Mu was soon pressed to the ground by the zombies. Seeing the zombies' bloody mouth about to bite his neck, he shouted in grief and anger: "You idiot Gu Ling, you will be punished!"

……

Gu Ling paused while typing and touched her neck.

It was so strange. Cheng Mu was obviously about to be bitten, so why did she feel her neck was cold?

"Maybe the weather is too cold." Gu Ling murmured in a low voice.

[The zombie bites Cheng Mu's neck, causing severe pain...]

Being bitten to death by zombies is too undignified, and this way of dying is absolutely extremely miserable. Cheng Mu doesn't want to accept it.

Cheng Mu took out a dagger from the space, injected lightning power into it, and then stabbed it hard in the heart.

Logically speaking, in addition to its incredibly destructive power, lightning also has a paralyzing effect, and lightning abilities should be similar.

Just as Cheng Mu thought, when he was stabbed with the knife, it was as if he had been given anesthesia and he hardly felt any pain. And he didn't know if it was because the supernatural power came from himself, but the lightning didn't seem to hurt his body.

Based on previous experiences, Cheng Mu knew that there was another way to enter the space: that was when he was dead or on the verge of death.

Cheng Mu felt his life slipping away, he stretched out his hand tremblingly and raised his middle finger towards the sky: Gu Ling, damn it!

Cheng Mu disappeared instantly.

……

Gu Ling's typing fingers suddenly froze. She watched helplessly as the few lines she had just typed were deleted and a whole new paragraph of text popped up on the screen.

[Seeing that the zombie was about to bite Cheng Mu's neck, Cheng Mu took out a dagger from the space and stabbed at the zombie, but he didn't expect to be blocked by the zombie, and the dagger accidentally stabbed into his chest.

Cheng Mu watched the sky in front of him gradually fade away, and finally turned into darkness, and his figure disappeared instantly. 】

What the hell? Her computer has evolved to the point where it can type on its own?

Gu Ling tentatively pressed his finger on the delete key, but the computer seemed to be stuck and did not respond.

She tried to edit the new text again, and this time it worked fine.

But what does it matter? The hero's death cannot be changed!

Gu Ling could imagine what the readers’ reaction would be after this text was sent out. Whose male protagonist accidentally killed himself during a battle?

That mysterious power... let's call it an assassin. This assassin not only wants to assassinate her, but also wants to help her write novels?

Assassination can be tolerated, but editing the text cannot!

Gu Ling sneered and created a new draft with great confidence.

But it turned out that this was not something that could be solved by creating a new draft, and Gu Ling was once again stuck on the hero's death plot.

It only took Gu Ling five minutes to go from being frightened to being angry and then to compromising.

Okay, let’s write it like this.

However, it is better to find a private detective as soon as possible. The current assassin will help her write articles, and who knows what will happen in the future.

……

"His name is Cheng Mu?"

"Yes." A middle-aged man handed the document to Gu Ling, "Cheng Mu, an orphan, is now a martial arts coach. He opened a martial arts gym and his business is pretty good."

"He closed the martial arts gym more than three months ago under the pretext of relaxing. People thought he was traveling to relax, but he was just resting at home for a few days.

Later, the landlord noticed that he had not gone out for a long time, so he went to check and found him fainted in front of the computer, so he rushed him to the hospital.

The examination did not find anything wrong, but the person is unconscious and is still lying in the hospital."

Gu Ling looked at the information in his hand. There was a photo on it, and it was Cheng Mu.

He was wearing a white vest, with obvious muscle lines and a bright and enthusiastic smile on his tough face. He looked like a sunny and cheerful person.

When Gu Ling thought of his online name, his expression was indescribable.

She thought Cheng Mu was deeply in love with the hero of the novel, but she didn't expect that he was just simply narcissistic.

Gu Ling put the information away, planning to go back and study it slowly, and by the way pay the balance to the private detective.

The man's face suddenly broke into a smile, and he was obviously very satisfied with Gu Ling's straightforwardness. He said, "By the way, there is something I don't know if it can be of any use to you."

Gu Ling gave him a puzzled look and said, "After Cheng Mu was admitted to the hospital, he would appear to be in danger of dying every once in a while."

"What's more interesting is that under these circumstances, his physical fitness has not declined and he has maintained his original state."

Gu Ling frowned: "Can you find out the exact time when this happens each time?"

The private detective's smile deepened. He was prepared and took out a document bag: "One hand for the money, the other for the goods."

Gu Ling transferred the money to him with a painful heart, and hailed a taxi with erratic steps.

Sitting in the taxi, Gu Ling looked at the time on it and found that the times were very close to her unlucky dates.

So Cheng Mu is indeed related to the assassin.

Gu Ling stared at these dates and thought about the connection between the two, and suddenly realized something:

If the date when Cheng Mu was critically ill and the date when she had bad luck were only similar, then these dates were completely consistent with the date when she announced the hero's death.

A very absurd guess emerged in my mind: "Master, go to the Central Hospital."