Quickly wear the cannon fodder, he made this short-lived script

In the following time, with the help of Song Tianlin, Mo Ci identified everything in the bathroom and had nothing else to ask.

Moreover, it was probably because Mo Ci was on the third floor at this time, and the zombies were on the first floor. There were several doormen covering up Mo Ci's breath of life. Soon, the sounds of scratching and banging on the door below stopped.

Mo Ci, realizing something, turned his head to look at Song Tianlin in the mirror and asked, "Do those zombies rely on their sense of smell to determine where a person is?"

"Hmm?" Song Tianlin thought about it carefully, and then answered thoughtfully, "That should be the case, but their eyes should also be able to work. If they are seen from a distance, they will be chased."

Can eyes also be used? Mo Ci thought carefully about what had just happened. The eyes of those zombies were all grayish-white. Perhaps, they could not really see, but could sense the movement of people.

Add to that their good sense of smell, and you might mistakenly think their eyes can see.

Thinking about it, Mo Ci turned on the faucet according to Song Tianlin's instructions, washed his hands thoroughly, and then prepared to walk out of this small bathroom.

Since the zombies' sense of smell cannot easily sense him on the third floor, this means that Mo Ci can rest here for a short period of time and find an opportunity to make this weak body stronger.

Just before walking out of the bathroom, Mo Ci looked at Song Tianlin in the mirror and wondered if he had something similar to a mirror. It would be best if he could carry it with him, which would be convenient.

After thinking for a while, Mo Ci reached into his arms and took out a necklace that looked very luxurious. There was a round pendant hanging below the necklace, but it was not a mirror.

"Song Tianlin, if I break this mirror, will you be in trouble?"

"Hmm?" Song Tianlin was just daydreaming out of boredom when he heard this. He looked towards Mo Ci and noticed the pendant on Mo Ci's hand. He was curious, "Where did you get this? I don't remember having anything like this on me."

At the same time, he added the last sentence in response to Mo Ci's question, "It's okay, I'm not a magic mirror, I'm not afraid of this, what are you going to do?"

"Take you away."

After saying that, Mo Ci took something useful from the side and smashed the mirror into pieces. Then he picked up a piece of the fragment and used his dagger to cut it into a size suitable for the pendant.

Fortunately, his sword was sharp and not an ordinary item, otherwise, Mo Ci would be in a real dilemma.

Soon, Mo Ci placed the cut mirror on the pendant, and used other things to ensure that the small mirror would not fall off. Then he turned the mirror to his face and asked.

"How about this?"

Soon, Song Tianlin's figure appeared in the small mirror. As if afraid that Mo Ci couldn't see clearly, he pressed his entire face against the mirror, saying, "Okay, okay, I'm not picky. But what kind of knife was that? It was so sharp."

"My natal sword."

Mo Ci answered honestly, but Song Tianlin exclaimed, "Holy crap! Destiny Sword? Are you a cultivator?"

"Yes, how did you know?"

"Well, I know from this guess, the natal sword, this kind of routine is everywhere in novels."

"Novel? Is it a storybook?"

This time, Mo Ci knew how to replace it. When Song Tianlin heard it, he immediately responded with admiration.

"Yes, it's a storybook. However, the novels we have here are of all kinds and varieties. If you have the chance, you must read them. They will definitely refresh your worldview. By the way, you are a cultivator, do you have such a thing as the Way of Mercilessness?"

Seeing that Song Tianlin was so curious, Mo Ci simply picked up the pendant inlaid with a mirror and hung it in front of him. At the same time, he carefully opened the bathroom door and observed the environment while chatting.

"The ruthless way? I've heard of that."

Song Tianlin: "Oh, there really is such a thing as the Ruthless Way. Let me tell you, you must never practice the Ruthless Way in the future."

Mo Ci: “Why?”

Song Tianlin: "Don't you know? The more you practice the ruthless way, the easier it is to be trapped by love. This is my experience from reading so many books. Nine out of ten people who practice the ruthless way will be useless, and the remaining one will go crazy."

Mo Ci: “…”

Song Tianlin: "Don't disbelieve me, the name of the Ruthless Dao sounds ruthless. We are all ordinary people, how can we be exempt from it? Besides, if we really practice this, how much fun will it take away..."

Song Tianlin kept on telling Mo Ci about the disadvantages of the ruthless way, and Mo Ci, while listening to him, went in and out of the surrounding rooms to see if there was anything useful.

After a while, Song Tianlin seemed to realize that he had said too much, so he shut up and just watched Mo Ci do his work.

Through Song Tianlin’s explanation just now, Mo Ci could probably connect the things here with what he knew, and then study it again.

Just like that, he walked all over the third floor, feeling a pang of hunger in his stomach, and Mo Ci started talking.

"I'm a little hungry, do you know where I can eat?"

Mo Ci had just searched the entire third floor and was sure that there was no food here. Of course, because he had realized that he would continue to live in other worlds, Mo Ci put a lot of food in his own space, so he was not short of food.

However, he did not intend to take out these things. After all, the situation had not reached a desperate state yet. He would only take them out to deal with the situation if there was really no food here and he had no ability to escape.

When Song Tianlin heard Mo Ci ask this, he knew that he must be hungry. He felt a little emotional for a moment. Fortunately, he was smart and had become a soul, otherwise, he would be the one starving.

To be honest, he wasn't that thin before. It was only after the end of the world that he became increasingly thinner due to the constant fear he suffered every day, poor eating habits, and sleeplessness.

Thinking of this, Song Tianlin couldn't help but sigh and spoke out loud.

"Go to the kitchen on the first floor and check it out. However, if you go there, you might attract the attention of those zombies, so be careful."

"Ah."

Mo Ci nodded and reached out to touch the pendant in front of him. What Song Tianlin didn't know was that this pendant was something from the world of immortal cultivation and could block a person's aura to a certain extent.

If the zombies have poor eyesight and rely almost entirely on their sense of smell, then this thing on Mo Ci can be said to be an excellent treasure. It will prevent the zombies from sensing his breath and naturally they will not chase him.

Although he knew what was going on, Mo Ci still walked cautiously and kept an eye on the movements around him.

Soon, Mo Ci reached the second floor. There was a window at the entrance of the stairs. The window was closed at this time. Mo Ci looked at the zombies walking around below through the transparent window.

Mo Ci stood there and noticed that some zombies were looking at him. However, the zombies did not react at all to Mo Ci standing there. Seeing this, Mo Ci took a step forward.

Then he saw the zombie looking at him again, but probably because he didn't smell any breath of living people, he turned his head away and slowly moved to other places.

Seeing this, Mo Ci withdrew his gaze thoughtfully and continued walking down. Song Tianlin originally wanted to ask Mo Ci what he was doing standing there just now, but seeing that Mo Ci moved again, he did not ask again.

After reaching the first floor, Song Tianlin lowered his voice and said, "Go to the left. The kitchen of most villas is in this direction."

Mo Ci listened to his deliberately lowered voice and shook her head in amusement. Did Song Tianlin forget? Only Mo Ci could see him and hear his voice?

However, this is also good. At least Mo Ci can feel that Song Tianlin doesn't want him to be killed by zombies.

In fact, after knowing that Song Tianlin was the real owner of this body, Mo Ci did not completely trust him. After all, Mo Ci was not used to putting his life in the hands of other people.

Moreover, it was on an untouchable person.

If it weren't for the fact that Song Tianlin had no ill will towards him and was rather naive, Mo Ci would definitely choose to stay away from the mirror so that he wouldn't be able to see or hear it and wouldn't have to worry.

At this moment, Mo Ci walked in the direction Song Tianlin said, and responded, "Okay."

After a while, Mo Ci heard Song Tianlin say, "Yes, this is it, but it looks like no one has used it..."

Mo Ci looked in the direction of Song Tianlin's voice, only to see a kitchen that was different from what he knew. He pushed open the kitchen door and walked in.

Song Tianlin: "First, check if there's anything to eat in the refrigerator. If there is, you won't have to go hungry today."

Song Tianlin looked around the kitchen and was a little disappointed. He really didn't see anything edible here. He could only hope for the refrigerator that took up most of the wall.

Following his story, Mo Ci also walked to the big refrigerator. Mo Ci had never seen this refrigerator before, but he could think of it as a special cabinet.

Without Song Tianlin's instructions on how to open it, Mo Ci had already opened the refrigerator and saw that it was full of ingredients. Then, Song Tianlin's voice came over.

"That's great! I don't have to go hungry anymore."

Then he started asking, "Moci, can you cook?"

Song Tianlin is not very good at cooking. In the past, his family members cooked for him. Later, he relied on takeout and help from neighbors to survive.

The only dish he can cook is scrambled eggs with tomatoes, a national dish.

Besides that, he can make instant noodles. And the things in the refrigerator, no matter how you look at it, need to be cooked through complicated methods.

Mo Ci: “Yes.”

Mo Ci can cook, but being able to cook and whether the food he cooks is delicious are two different things.

Afterwards, Song Tianlin began to teach Mo Ci how to use the gas stove, while worrying that the noise here would attract the attention of zombies.

Mo Ci was not too worried. Before cooking, he put a lot of things at the door. As for the surrounding windows, there were only two windows on the first floor, one in the kitchen, and one above the kitchen.

The other one was in the bathroom. Mo Ci closed the window tightly and blocked the bathroom door with a lot of things. At least, nothing would happen for the time being.

Just like that, Mo Ci started to cook with peace of mind, while Song Tianlin was worried and looked around, fearing that he would go to see the King of Hell if he was not careful.

The noise of Mo Ci cooking did attract quite a few zombies, but they couldn't get in at all and could only rage helplessly outside.

Soon, Mo Ci made a dish and started eating. For him, the requirements for food were not high. Moreover, he had eaten many delicious delicacies in the previous world, so it didn't matter what he ate now.

Song Tianlin looked at the dish in front of Mo Ci and had to say that it didn't look good, but seeing that Mo Ci was eating it with relish, he thought that the dish just didn't look good and didn't ask any more questions.

After eating and drinking, Mo Ci returned to the third floor and came to the floor-to-ceiling window. He sat cross-legged on the ground and felt the spiritual energy here.

After a while, Mo Ci opened his eyes and let out a long breath. Song Tianlin couldn't wait to ask.

"How is it? How is it? Can I cultivate with this body? How is my aptitude? Is it very good?"

Mo Ci was silent after hearing these questions. After a while, he said, "This body is not suitable for cultivation."

"Huh? Why? Am I too weak?"

Song Tianlin was actually a little disappointed. He had been thinking that if he died, he could still come back to life and ask for help. Even if he couldn't be the protagonist, he should still be a pretty good character with good qualifications. But he didn't expect...

"Without spiritual roots, you cannot practice."

Mo Ci answered truthfully, not thinking that this would be a blow to Song Tianlin at all. However, Song Tianlin was indeed shocked. He originally thought that his physical qualifications were too poor, but he didn't expect that he had no qualifications at all.

For a moment, he felt extremely disappointed and whispered, "I'm sorry for making you such a loser. The difficulty level of one star has soared to five stars..."

Mo Ci: “…”

Well, although this body does not have the qualifications for cultivating immortals, it has the qualifications for practicing martial arts, so strictly speaking, this body is not a waste.

However, Mo Ci did not tell Song Tianlin right away, letting him be disappointed for a while, so that he could have some peace and quiet for a while.

Thinking of this, Mo Ci simply closed his eyes again, blocking out Song Tianlin's presence, and began to practice the martial arts secrets he had deduced.

Speaking of which, Mo Ci had also carefully examined the sarcophagus he had previously stored in the space and the golden skeleton inside it. Every bone of the skeleton contained deep internal strength.

In addition to a martial arts secret manual, the words engraved on the sarcophagus also contained a record about the corpse.

It is said that many years before the Qizhao Kingdom, in a country called "Cheng Kingdom", the relationship between the martial arts world and the imperial court was in dire straits, and the martial arts world had even greatly interfered with and squeezed the imperial court.

Under such circumstances, the people were also oppressed by those people in the martial arts world. Therefore, the king of Cheng State, with the power of the people, asked the great witch to come out and kill all the most rampant people in the martial arts world.

They also sealed all their internal energy into this corpse, and the dragon-shaped thing happened to be the medium that could seal the internal energy into it, and could also inject the internal energy into other people's bodies.

Mo Ci had studied this thing and investigated why there was such a thing on the bed. Unfortunately, he did not find any useful information.

The only thing that can be confirmed is that he was lucky. The bed happened to be too old, so the mezzanine that should have been opened by other means was triggered by Mo Ci luckily.

This led to everything that happened later. Right now, it was difficult for this body to avoid being hurt by zombies in a short period of time.

But... ...if I could inject some of the internal energy into my own body, I should be able to do it much more easily.