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From the moment they woke up and made some noise, Mo Ci came out of his cultivation state and looked at the scenery outside through the window with a calm expression.

At this time, it was around seven in the morning, and Song Tianlin was still sleeping. Although Mo Ci didn't quite understand why Song Tianlin, as a soul, still needed to sleep, he was also happy to have some peace and quiet.

The reason why Mo Ci agreed to go with Qiu Rui and the others was not only because Qiu Rui was Song Tianlin's direct junior and they had a good relationship, but also because they were both people with special abilities.

Because this body was not a psychic, Mo Ci was very curious about the difference between psychics and immortals, so he kept the person, thinking of the principle that those who are close to the water get the moon first.

At this time, the aroma of cooking downstairs had gradually drifted up, and Mo Ci's Adam's apple slid up and down. Well, there was another reason, the food they cooked tasted pretty good.

After eating homemade meals for such a long time, Mo Ci didn’t have the chance to eat delicious food in the past. In addition, after practicing to a certain point, he could transform the spiritual energy of heaven and earth into his own use and no longer needed to eat anything else.

Naturally, he didn't have much pursuit for food. However, in the previous world, Mo Ci was a royal relative and traveled all over the country, eating countless delicacies. Naturally, he became a little disgusted with his own cooking skills.

After all, Mo Ci only cares about one thing when cooking, and that is "cooked". As long as it is cooked, it can be eaten, but if he wants it to be colorful, fragrant and delicious, that would be difficult for him.

For the past half month, Mo Ci had become indifferent to food. Now that someone had finally come to improve the food, he naturally would not refuse.

After a while, someone knocked on Mo Ci's door, followed by Qiu Rui's voice.

"Senior Song? Are you awake? We made breakfast, do you want to get up and eat?"

Perhaps Qiu Rui and Song Tianlin have a better relationship, so most of the time, it is Qiu Rui who comes to talk to Mo Ci.

"Awake, good."

Mo Ci responded, walked over, opened the door and was met with Qiu Rui's face with an overly bright smile. Qiu Rui saw Mo Ci and immediately spoke.

"Senior Song, thank you for taking me in last night. I slept so well last night. To be honest, before the apocalypse, I never thought there would be a day when even getting a good night's sleep would be a luxury."

"I have to thank you, Senior Song. I feel much safer with you around..."

The two of them went all the way down to the first floor, during which time Qiu Rui never stopped talking. Perhaps it was because they hadn't seen each other for too long yesterday, so they felt a little unfamiliar with each other. Today, Qiu Rui's true nature was exposed.

Mo Ci finally understood why Song Tianlin and Qiu Rui had a good relationship. Both of them were chatterboxes and could talk endlessly. Didn't their relationship develop rapidly through words?

During the whole process, Mo Ci only needed to nod "um" or "oh".

Finally, the two of them arrived at the dining table. Qiu Rui also stopped talking, and the other two were very considerate and set the table for Mo Ci, and looked expectant.

If it weren't for the wrong clothes and environment, Mo Ci would have thought he was still in the previous world.

Soon, Mo Ci took a seat and motioned for everyone to join him, and then they had a quiet breakfast.

Breakfast is simple, just fragrant and glutinous millet porridge, served with scallion pancakes, and two poached eggs per person.

This is what Mo Ci said last night. You can use whatever you want in the kitchen. You are leaving here anyway, and some things are inconvenient to take away, so you might as well eat them.

Otherwise, they wouldn't dare to be so extravagant as to have two fried eggs per person.

As the warm millet porridge entered his mouth, Mo Ci narrowed his eyes, and the corners of his lips slightly curled up. He once again felt in his heart that it was a very good idea to keep them.

After eating and drinking, Mo Ci asked them to pack up. Since they were planning to leave, they naturally had to pack everything up.

However, Mo Ci has space, so he doesn't need to carry many things with him. In addition, the other three people all have superpowers, so it doesn't seem special that he has a disguised "space-based" superpower.

Mo Ci heard about space-related abilities from Song Tianlin's popular science lectures, and after hearing this, he decided to disguise himself as a "space-related ability user."

After all, with this special ability, one can take away large amounts of supplies effortlessly, and since one is the one in control of the supplies, it is not a loss no matter how you look at it.

At this moment, Mo Ci also put all the food into his own space. Sure enough, Qiu Rui and the others admired it and did not doubt it anymore.

As for the other things, there was no need for Mo Ci to put them away, so the group, each carrying a backpack, went to Qiu Rui's car. Mo Ci sat in the passenger seat and looked at the car calmly.

Song Tianlin, who had already woken up, also began to talk incessantly at this time.

"Oh my god, what a luxury car! Qiu Rui is truly a hidden talent. This car is literally every man's dream..."

"Moci, fasten your seatbelt. I'll explain the structure of this car to you..."

So, Mo Ci listened to some car-related knowledge. Qiu Rui was driving, and the other two were sitting in the back seat.

Before the car started, Qiu Rui asked, "Senior Song, where are we going?"

Mo Ci heard this and took the time to reply, "Continue driving forward along the same road you came from."

Just as the words fell, before Qiu Rui could answer, Song Tianlin's voice exploded in Mo Ci's ears again, "Gas station, let him go to the gas station first and get more gasoline, otherwise it will run out of gas and everyone will be dumbfounded!"

Gas station? Mo Ci heard Song Tianlin say that the cars here need something called gasoline as energy to run, so he continued.

"Let's go to a nearby gas station and stock up on some gas."

"it is good."

Qiu Rui responded while thinking about where there was a gas station nearby. They had stocked up on some gasoline on the way here, and there were still about 50L in the trunk, which could last for a while.

But they do need to stock up on gasoline again. This time, with Mo Ci from the space department here, they can stock up on more gasoline.

What we should be more worried about now is whether the gas station will be occupied by others?

If the other party is unfriendly, then they are in trouble.

Although Mo Ci is very powerful, in Qiu Rui's eyes, the senior Song he knows is a very gentle person. Killing zombies is forced by the situation, but killing people is definitely not an option.

What Qiu Rui didn't know was that whether it was the real Song Tianlin or Mo Ci at this time, the former did not value human life so much. After all, he himself had died once.

As for the latter, as long as his life is threatened, no matter if it is a person or something else, he will not show mercy. He will just kill the other party more quickly and efficiently, leaving the other party with no ability to fight back.

The vehicle continued to move forward, and after leaving the villa area, it finally saw those ugly zombies again. Because the breath of the living people in the car spread with the wind, the zombies soon caught up.

Mo Ci looked at the zombies chasing after him through the rearview mirror. Strictly speaking, these zombies were not very powerful, so most of them were left far behind.

There were more zombies in front of the car, trying to surround the entire car, but they were shaken off by Qiu Rui's superb driving skills.

Mo Ci sat in the passenger seat and deeply experienced what "drifting" meant. Perhaps because this was beyond his control, Mo Ci did not like this behavior which Song Tianlin called "drifting".

After a while, Mo Ci turned his head to look at Fu Wen in the back seat and asked, "I remember Qiu Rui said that you are a water-type superpower. Can I see the power of your superpower?"

Fu Wen, who had never dared to talk to Mo Ci, was suddenly asked by name. He met Mo Ci's indifferent face, and for some reason, his face suddenly turned red, and he stammered in his reply.

"I...my ability is very weak. I can only store water."

Water storage? Is that what he understood?

As Mo Ci was thinking, he heard Song Tianlin explain in his ear, "Fu Wen meant that his special ability can't fight zombies, so he can only do logistics and ensure that everyone has enough water."

"I don't know much about water-based psychics. The team I was on before also had one, and they specialized in logistics. Therefore, water-based psychics are also called auxiliary psychics by most people."

After hearing Song Tianlin's words, Mo Ci frowned. Is the water-based ability so useless? It seems that it is not even close to the water spiritual root.

Noticing Mo Ci's frown, Fu Wen became extremely nervous, thinking that Mo Ci disliked him. He clenched his fists nervously for a moment. He knew that he was a bit useless, but he didn't want to be.

After Guo Shuliang awakened his psychic abilities, he became much smarter and could feel a person's emotions better. He could sense Fu Wen's frustration, but could not quite sense Mo Ci's emotions and could only rely on looking at Mo Ci's expression.

Before he could figure out what was going on, Mo Ci's voice rang out again, "How much water can it store at a time?"

Fu Wen's depressed mood was broken by Mo Ci's sudden question. He shook his head blankly and said, "I don't know."

Don't know? How can you improve if you don't even know your own limits?!

You know, during the past half month, while Mo Ci was exercising, he also broke the limits of this body again and again. In this way, the internal force in his body that did not originally belong to him was completely used by him.

In Mo Ci's opinion, no matter what you practice, if you don't know your limits, it doesn't count as practice.

Now after hearing Fu Wen's answer, Mo Ci finally understood why the other party was so weak, or rather, they had no idea of breaking through their limits at all. Thinking of this, Mo Ci looked at Qiu Rui in the driver's seat.

"Qiu Rui, don't you know how long you can use your supernatural power at once?"

Qiu Rui was driving, also a little confused. He nodded, "Yes, Senior Song, is there anything wrong with this?"

After finishing his words, Qiu Rui added, "We kept encountering zombies along the way, so we didn't dare to use our strength. We were afraid that if we used up our special abilities, we would have no chance of survival, so we always kept some strength in reserve."

"Hmm," Mo Ci hummed lightly, and silently took out a large bucket and handed it to Fu Wen.

"You try to store water. I will ensure your safety. Don't worry. You must use all your supernatural powers. Do you understand?"

Fu Wen looked at the big bucket, then at Mo Ci's serious expression, and suddenly thought he saw the stern head teacher, and nodded subconsciously.

After taking the bucket, he finally realized what Mo Ci said. He was touched for a moment and really started to fill the bucket with water.

On the other side, Guo Shuliang adjusted his glasses and looked at the bucket thoughtfully. He was a relatively smart person and had awakened his psychic abilities, so he always had some ideas.

However, because it was not safe, he never dared to do anything.

But now, Mo Ci's words gave him some inspiration, perhaps...

Because Fu Wen in the back seat was patiently storing water, Qiu Rui's driving became much smoother. Of course, this was also because there was a gas station not far away.

Mo Ci had already picked up his long sword, ready to strike at any time. There was no trace of panic on his face, but Qiu Rui and Guo Shuliang were a little worried.

They were about fifty meters away from the gas station when Mo Ci suddenly said, "Stop the car! There's something ahead."

Qiu Rui subconsciously listened to Mo Ci's words and stepped on the brakes, but due to inertia, the car still slid forward for a distance.

In this way, Qiu Rui could clearly see the roadblock placed on the ground, which was covered with finger-long nails.

Moreover, due to the lighting problem, it was difficult for drivers to notice. If Mo Ci had not stopped in time, their tires would have been punctured.

Thinking of this, Qiu Rui's face turned a little ugly, and Guo Shuliang also looked at the direction of the gas station with some vigilance. There were nails here, and they were specially arranged, which proved that there were people in the gas station!

This attitude doesn't seem like that of a good person.

Fu Wen in the car was still collecting water at this time, but seeing that he was sweating all over, he must have reached his limit. Mo Ci did not call to stop, but asked Qiu Rui to open the door and get out himself.

Qiu Rui wanted to go with them, but he had some self-awareness and knew that he might become a burden if he went, so he simply stayed in the car.

He also followed Mo Ci's words and changed the direction of the car.

But he was not idle either. He was accumulating his fire-related abilities, ready to help Mo Ci at any time.

Mo Ci got out of the car and walked towards the gas station step by step. He didn't have any other ideas. It would be best if they could have a good talk.

If they can't talk it out properly and the other party is stronger than him, he can retreat to the car in time and let Qiu Rui speed up and leave. He will drop a smoke bomb to confuse their vision and get away in time.

If the other party is weaker than him, Mo Ci will deal with it appropriately.

However, he hadn't walked ten steps after getting out of the car when some people came out of the gas station. These people looked ferocious, but Mo Ci didn't judge people by their appearance. He just kept walking forward.

At this time, someone shouted, "Don't move! If you move any further, we will not be polite."

Mo Ci stopped and glanced at the group of people. Song Tianlin also looked at them and then spoke with relief.

"Don't worry, Mo Ci. They don't have guns. With your skills, you will definitely not die."

Mo Ci: "...That's good."

When he stopped, the other party looked at Mo Ci more vigilantly. The nails they placed there did not work, and they could not see clearly the depth of Mo Ci who got off the car alone, so they could only ask tentatively.

"What do you do? How many people are there? Are you a mutant?"