Lin Xian sat atop the drop tower ride, a faint glow flowing from his palm. He remotely softened and twisted the massive steel creation in the parking lot in an instant, like a wax figure thrown into an invisible furnace, rapidly devoured into ashes, leaving only slight pressure marks on the ground and a faint, nearly imperceptible scent of tal burning in the air. A few ters away, a dried palm leaf stuck to the windshield of the last car was caught in the wave of this invisible devouring force, spiraled silently, and disintegrated into fine ash.
"Roar..."
The wire fence kept shaking, as if discovering a long-lost prey, or as if responding to the inherent biological instincts invaded by darkness. Dense hordes of zombies clung to the fence, roaring at the living person sitting on the drop tower.
Lin Xian didn’t even lift an eyelid. He casually grabbed a faded toy trumpet from a nearby convertible with a torn roof and weighed the plastic object in his hand, then swung his arm.
Whoosh!
The orange trumpet spun with a whizzing sound over the fence and landed precisely on the head of a zombie with a "thud," making a "quack" sound. The creature, seemingly dazed by the insignificant impact, stumbled back a step, its murky eyes turning aimlessly, then tenaciously approached again.
Simultaneously, the loud noise instantly attracted many zombies from the shadows to swarm toward the struck zombie, resulting in chaos.
Having swept through half the city, Lin Xian found only so C-level or D-level Abnormal Bodies in the city, with no real threats. Perhaps the Abnormal Bodies didn’t fancy this island, moving toward the continent where human armies gathered, thus making this small island a peaceful haven for now. With this conclusion, Lin Xian relaxed a bit, focusing on devouring.
Seeing the zombies gathering, tearing each other apart, a barely noticeable curve flitted across Lin Xian’s lips. Without stopping his actions, he continued: one car, two cars, three cars... the once wealth-and-speed symbolizing steel flow in the parking lot gradually lted at a visible rate into the faint dark-red glow flowing in his palm. The Black Star Forge silently sucked in, and each brief contact took away a clump of tal shell, transforming it into pure Source Points circulating in his chanical Heart, adding weight to the grand forging plan.
Above, thousands of drones trailed faint light streaks, like diligent fireflies skimming over the remnant landmarks of the sin city, their subtle buzzing under Vio’s massive computing power constantly transporting materials inside the city toward the Sky Do Train.
Crunch~
A creaky rusted noise suddenly ca from behind.
Lin Xian abruptly turned his head, scanning the center of the abandoned amusent facilities. A dilapidated rry-go-round pavilion slightly swayed in the wind, as if lightly pushed by an invisible finger, its rusty fra groaning, causing a few precarious painted wooden horse panels on top to tilt and twist. A cold wind arose, the dead leaves on the ground spun and danced, mingled with a few faded amusent park posters and yellowed gift vouchers, rustling as they skimd the ground, like ghostly footprints.
A series of crisp, abrupt click-clack sounds reached his ears, resembling the rhythm of high heels on shattered concrete.
At this ti, in this place, how could there be the sound of high heels?
At that mont, a woman slowly erged from the shadow behind the rry-go-round, her steps unhurried. The black strands of her hair brushed against her pale cheeks in the wind, and her gray-black trench coat swayed with it. She stopped at the edge of the carousel’s shadow, slowly lifted her head to look at Lin Xian, her gaze calm as a winter night’s still pond.
"Long ti no see, Lin Xian."
Lin Xian’s eyes narrowed, and he stopped what he was doing, slowly standing up. His previously relaxed expression now beca solemn.
The person before him was none other than the person in charge of the SIID Foundation.
Hua Xiaoling!
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