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Mo Ci opened his eyes and looked through the floor-to-ceiling windows at the zombies walking around below. There didn't seem to be many of them, but with his current physical condition, it would be difficult for him to completely protect himself.

What's more, Song Tianlin said that after being scratched or bitten by zombies, there is a high chance of becoming a zombie like them, and there is only a very small chance of awakening superpowers.

Mo Ci also got a general understanding of the so-called supernatural powers from Song Tianlin. In Mo Ci's opinion, these so-called supernatural powers should be similar to the spiritual roots in the world of immortal cultivation.

However, to date, Mo Ci has not seen a true psychic, so naturally he cannot be sure of the intercommunication between psychic powers and spiritual roots.

At this time, Mo Ci couldn't help but sigh. If this body had superpowers, he would be able to distinguish the difference between superpowers and spiritual roots, and maybe even use the immortal cultivation techniques.

What a pity...

Mo Ci retracted his eyes and looked at the necklace hanging in front of him. Seeing that Song Tianlin was still silent, he took out the bone belonging to the arm from the corpse from the space.

The pure golden bone felt heavy in his hand. Mo Ci felt the huge energy contained in the bone. In his other hand, he held the dragon-shaped object, and his left and right hands gently collided together.

Immediately afterwards, Mo Ci sent a trace of imperceptible air towards the dragon-shaped object, and suddenly the thing emitted a soft halo, and an invisible line connected to the hand bone on the side.

The other end of the line was tied to Mo Ci's wrist. Soon, Mo Ci felt the internal force transmitted from his wrist. He immediately closed his eyes and guided the internal force to flow along his meridians.

Due to physical reasons, at the beginning, Mo Ci only guided a very thin internal force to circulate around the meridians for a small cycle, and then slowly widened the meridians, increasing the amount of internal force entering the body time and time again.

This practice method, which was completely different from the practice of natural methods, gave Mo Ci another epiphany. He held the golden hand bone in one hand and the dragon-shaped square object in the other, and sat cross-legged with his hands on his knees.

It was unknown how long it had passed, but Song Tianlin also came out of his lost mood and saw Mo Ci's appearance at a glance. He looked at the things in Mo Ci's hands, his face full of confusion.

This doesn't look like a decent method. After all, which decent person would use human hand bones to practice?

Song Tianlin had a lot to say at this moment, but looking at Mo Ci's expression, he guessed that he couldn't hear what he said.

Even if he heard it, wouldn't he be courting death by rashly interrupting the other person's practice? He had seen many people who were interrupted during their practice and then went crazy, so he wouldn't be so reckless.

However, as soon as Mo Ci started practicing, he became bored. Song Tianlin could only watch the zombies wandering outside and had no mood to count how many zombies there were.

Mo Ci's practice lasted for a whole day and night. The next day, Mo Ci opened his eyes, looked at the already dazzling sun, and lowered his eyes to look at the thing in his hand.

The hand bones at this time didn't seem to have changed much, but the luster seemed to have dimmed a little. Mo Ci put the things back into the space and stood up.

After a night of practice, or to be more precise, the practice of taking in the external internal force as his own, Mo Ci finally no longer felt that his body was weak, but had some spare strength.

Song Tianlin waited for a whole day and finally saw Mo Ci wake up. He quickly asked, "Mo Ci, were you practicing yesterday? How was the effect?"

Mo Ci did not answer Song Tianlin, but put his hand on his abdomen and said something very seriously.

"I'm hungry."

Song Tianlin: "..."

In the end, Song Tianlin quietly watched Mo Ci finish a meal that still didn't look good, and then he urged him to continue asking questions.

"You can cultivate internal strength and protect yourself."

After eating and drinking, Mo Ci took out a sharp weapon similar to a Tang sword and was carefully checking the sharpness of the sword. Song Tianlin looked at Mo Ci's expressionless face and his heart trembled for no reason.

He himself hadn't expected that his face would look quite scary with such an expression, but...

"Aren't you a cultivator? How come you even know about internal energy?"

As soon as the question was asked, Mo Ci paused in checking the knife and replied indifferently.

"Some things don't need to be thoroughly investigated. This is my personal secret, please forgive me."

These words actually made Song Tianlin calm down. He could only wonder in his heart what Mo Ci had experienced, but he really didn't ask again.

After all, this is indeed Mo Ci's personal matter. It is his business whether he says it or not. Song Tianlin is not the kind of person who doesn't know what's good for him.

After a long silence, Mo Ci stood up, holding the knife in his hand, and walked straight to the third floor. Then, under Song Tianlin's surprised gaze, he jumped out of the window on the third floor and fell directly into the group of zombies.

Seeing Mo Ci's bold move, Song Tianlin didn't dare to say a word and looked around vigilantly. However, he soon found that his worry about Mo Ci was unnecessary.

Mo Ci held the knife in one hand, his expression didn't change at all, but his movements were so quick and decisive, as if he was chopping off a watermelon instead of a human head.

Perhaps because of nervousness, Song Tianlin didn't notice at all that when Mo Ci just jumped down, the zombies just turned their heads towards Mo Ci, but did not see any other movements.

Only after Mo Ci chopped down several zombies with great efficiency did these killer zombies seem to have sensed something and pounced on him.

Even though none of them could get close to Mo Ci.

All the zombies around were attracted over. At first, Song Tianlin was frightened, but later, Song Tianlin began to numbly count how many zombies died under Mo Ci's knife.

Also, because he was bored yesterday, he counted the number of zombies through the floor-to-ceiling window, and then was shocked to find that in just a short while, Mo Ci had already dealt with most of the zombies.

Song Tianlin looked at Mo Ci's brave appearance as if he was assisted by God, and began to wonder with confusion, what kind of training method could turn a weakling into a ruthless master in just one day?

Then he numbly concluded again that Mo Ci was not a decent person.

However, he doesn't care much about the good guys and the bad guys. After all, the other side can't hurt him. Moreover, the more ruthless a person is, the longer he will live. It seems that he can live for a long time.

Mo Ci, who was chopping zombies, had no idea that Song Tianlin had thought so much. He was just testing the results of his training yesterday. When there were only a dozen zombies left, Mo Ci stopped and used another move of light skills to return to the third floor.

At this time, the sharp knife was stained with sticky blood, and Mo Ci was inevitably splashed with some of it. He lowered his eyes and looked at the zombies below, frowning.

He sighed in his heart, this body was really weak. He already had the internal strength of a grandmaster, but was held back by physical reasons. He felt exhausted after less than an incense stick of time.

Song Tianlin, who had been watching, had no idea what Mo Ci was thinking and asked, "There are only about ten left, why don't you continue?"

"Weary."

Tired? What? I'm waiting to see you take out the zombies here, and you tell me you're tired? What the hell?!

Song Tianlin was speechless for a moment, then he realized that this was his own body. Wasn't Mo Ci's words a disguised way of saying that he was weak?

Although this is true, it still gives people the feeling that he took off his pants but was told that he just farted, which is a bit disappointing.

Then, Song Tianlin said sadly, "Is it because I am too weak that I am holding you back?"

Mo Ci: “Not bad.”

Song Tianlin: "...I'm really sorry."

Song Tianlin was once again choked by Mo Ci's honesty, and simply chose to be autistic and unilaterally stop talking to Mo Ci.

Little did he know that Mo Ci wished he wouldn't speak.

Just like that, both of them calmed down very contentedly. Mo Ci slowly recovered his strength while observing the environment around the villa area.

At present, there are very few people living in this villa area. He has almost dealt with them. Once he recovers his strength, he can completely clear out the zombies here.

In addition, Mo Ci had to find more food. There was not much food in his villa, just enough for three days, but this was far from enough for Mo Ci.

In other words, Mo Ci does not intend to leave here until this body is out of its "weak chicken" state. According to his plan, it will take at least a month to meet his minimum requirements.

So during this month, you have to find opportunities to find food.

After resting for an hour, Mo Ci jumped down again. This time he was even faster than before. After a while, no zombie was left standing. Mo Ci was planning to go to other villas to have a look when he heard Song Tianlin say this.

"Wait a minute, Moci, I suddenly remembered there's a crystal core in the zombie's head. Can you dig it out and take a look?"

"Crystal core?" Mo Ci muttered these two words, and without hesitation, he raised his knife and chopped the head in half.

This bloody scene made Song Tianlin twitch his lips, and then he forced himself to look inside his head, and sure enough, he saw a shiny object.

"That's it. This is what you rely on to advance your supernatural powers."

As Song Tianlin spoke, Mo Ci also bent down and picked up the crystal core, not caring at all that doing so would get his hands stained with those disgusting things.

Mo Ci picked up the crystal core and looked at it carefully. This thing looked a bit like a spirit stone, but it had some impurities and a misty feeling.

This kind of thing was not suitable for Mo Ci at this time, but Mo Ci still beheaded all the zombies here and dug out their crystal cores.

Even if you don’t use it, you can stockpile it. You never know when you might need it.

However, it is so dirty that it still needs to be washed.

So Mo Ci went back to the room, cleaned it thoroughly, and then put it into his own space.

Song Tianlin saw the items disappear out of thin air again, and he wanted to ask, but Mo Ci had said before that this was his secret, so he didn't ask too much.

But he could also guess that Mo Ci must have a personal space on him, but he didn't know what kind.

After finishing all this, Mo Ci began to sweep the surrounding villas, taking away all the food inside, and then walked towards the next villa.

Just like that, Song Tianlin, who considered himself a good citizen, watched Mo Ci enter the village like a bandit, taking away everything he thought was useful, without any guilt at all for taking other people's things.

Hmm... Song Tianlin thought about the chopped zombies and thought that perhaps the owners of these villas were those zombies. Now that the owners are gone, this feeling of guilt seems to be useless.

When Mo Ci returned to the villa again, he came back with a full load and moved away all the things that had been blocking the door.

In a good mood, he began to clean up the place where he would live for the next month. During the whole process, Song Tianlin seemed very quiet.

Mo Ci still spent this night in cultivation, and during the day he began to transform this body. Song Tianlin would occasionally say a few words to Mo Ci, but not as much as before.

After that, some zombies would come here, but without exception they were all killed by Mo Ci.

More than half a month passed in a flash, and the person who looked thin before now looked completely different in spirit and energy.

Even Song Tianlin himself was a little dazed when he saw Mo Ci at this moment. This was because Song Tianlin himself was a otaku and the thing he hated most in his life was sports.

This resulted in him being among the most vulnerable people to be killed when the apocalypse came. If it weren't for his good brother, he would have died on the first day of the apocalypse.

At this moment, Mo Ci is a person with great explosive power. In this end times where the weak are bullied and the strong are feared, many people will definitely choose to avoid him.

Mo Ci felt the strength in his body and was finally satisfied. He was ready to go out for a walk.

However, before he left, he saw from the floor-to-ceiling window a small car driving towards him from a distance, with a lot of zombies chasing behind the car.

Faintly, Mo Ci saw a flash of fire, rushing towards the zombies. However, the power was probably not strong enough, so it did not kill the zombies, but only slowed down the zombies' pace of pursuit.

Looking at the zombies, Mo Ci rubbed the hand that was touching the hilt of the knife slightly. He wanted to take action, but because the situation was unclear, he did not act rashly.

Soon, the car stopped at a villa not far from Mo Ci. Then, three people got out of the car and ran towards the villa.

When Mo Ci looted things here before, he opened the doors of the surrounding villas, so they got in quickly. The zombies were banging on the door, looking very aggressive.

Mo Ci was located diagonally opposite the other party's villa, so he could clearly see the movements of the zombies outside the door while continuing to observe.

After a while, some zombies started to move to other places. Mo Ci touched the hilt of the knife and no longer waited. He simply started killing zombies at the door of the villa.

The action of beheading and taking out the crystal core was extremely skillful. Soon, the zombie corpses piled up around Mo Ci. At the same time, the three people hiding in the villa were also observing the zombies below through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Unexpectedly, when they looked over, they saw Mo Ci killing zombies as easily as cutting watermelons. From a distance, they couldn't see Mo Ci's appearance clearly and could only sigh.

"Damn! Is that a human? That's too awesome!!"