Steady footsteps sounded downstairs, and the young man, with a pale face, scrambled to hide in the only closet that could hold the living.

Something is coming, is it a zombie or a living person?

The boy hidden in the closet shrank into a ball, trembling uncontrollably......

Wuxin leisurely walked up the stairs, his hand brushing the corridor of the stairs, and a dark light flashed in his eyes.

It was unblemished, as if the owner had just left, but—unintentionally, some of the easily overlooked corners were already piled up with dust half a fingernail's thickness. Then there should be someone in this villa, it seems that they are scared and hiding.

But—if he dared to threaten himself, he wouldn't mind killing that man.

He stopped in the room on the right side of the third floor, hesitated and pushed open the door in front of him.

It was a cold and elegant bedroom, with cold wallpaper and a layer of dust in the room.

Wuxin walked around the room, came to the wardrobe, and slowly opened the wardrobe.

There are quite a few clothes in the wardrobe, both old and new.

He chose for a long time and found a black shirt and larger suit pants. The owner of the clothes is a little shorter than the original body of the heartless body. When I didn't want to wear this little tight clothes, I found that although I was thin, my figure was definitely first-class.

This discovery made Wuxin a little narcissistic, and he whistled at the handsome guy in the mirror before taking out a pair of half-long boots that were a little big and put them on.

After tidying himself up, he left the bedroom and walked towards the other rooms leisurely. He can't stay here for the rest of his life, so let's go and see if there is anything useful, and by the way, see if there is anything to eat, the food in the kitchen downstairs is moldy......

He clasped his arms tightly around his shoulders and listened to the sound of footsteps getting closer.

When the voice stopped outside the door, the boy fell into a complete panic, and the boy closed his eyes almost in despair, hoping that for a moment the people outside would not pay attention to the wardrobe here......

Wuxin stopped at the door, holding the doorknob and hesitated slightly.

The room was small, like an abandoned little utility room. And then—he had a slight cleanliness habit and was reluctant to go in, but what he needed was probably only found in the utility room.

It was just a few breaths before he "clicked" and turned the handle open.

Seeing the furnishings in the house, I couldn't hide the surprise in my eyes.

It stands to reason that this kind of small and remote room is not strange even if it is used as a warehouse, how can it be a bedroom? But this is a bedroom of more than ten square meters.

Unintentionally, he leaned against the door and scanned the room, as a killer, his powerful instinct told him that there was someone in this house, and that he was hiding in the closet.

The inside of the house is cleaner and simpler than the outside, and the furnishings are very monotonous.

Probably the room of someone who knew the owner of the villa well—I guessed so.

Finally, he walked towards the closet with his eyes half-squinted, seemingly leisurely but wary in his eyes. Who knows if someone in the closet will come out and give him a knife in a while? Although he is not afraid, it is always good to be vigilant.

The boy pressed his body against the plank behind him, the sound outside getting closer and closer, and he felt like he was almost suffocating when the man stopped in front of the closet.

"Crunch—"

The wardrobe was called, and the teenager struggled to hold his knees to minimize himself.

"Don't kill me...... Don't kill me...... I'll give you something to eat...... I'll give you everything......"

Looking at the young man in front of him with his eyes closed and trembling, his eyebrows rose evilly, and he reached out to pinch the young man's chin: "What's your name?"

The sound was beautiful, as comfortable as a cool spring pouring water on your body. The boy slowly lifted his eyelids and looked at the person in front of him who was not much older than himself.

Seeing that this person ignored his words and looked at himself in a daze, he felt bored for a while, dragged the young man out of the closet and threw it on the ground, and looked at the young man condescendingly.

Ice gradually formed in his eyes, and he took a step back and sat on the edge of the bed and looked at the boy: "Say."

"My name is Rong Zhi......" The young man moved back in fear, and did not stop until he was against the closet behind him, he lowered his head and did not dare to look at the person opposite.

"Tell me what's going on now."

"I don't know...... There are a lot of zombies out there......"

Unintentionally propped up his chin, and a sneer pulled out of the corner of his mouth. He could tell that Rong Zhi was not lying.

There was an eerie silence in the room for a moment.

Rong Zhi raised his head uneasily and quietly looked at Wuxin, and when he met Wuxin's eyes, he quickly lowered his head, and then raised his head again after a while, and so on.

Wuxin was twenty-eight years old when he died in his last life, and now although he is seventeen or eighteen years old, he is still an adult man in his bones. Although he is a killer and has killed countless people, he does not kill people when he sees them.

Rong Zhi is just a fifteen or sixteen-year-old underage child, and he has no intention of doing anything to a child even if he is a little indifferent.

Just when the air was suffocating and solidified, Wuxin broke the silence: "Didn't you say that there was something to eat?" Take it out. ”

This person didn't lose his temper at himself, didn't insult himself like the eldest brother, Rong Zhi was a little happy in his heart, and immediately nodded and grabbed his hands in the air out of thin air, and some snacks appeared in his hands.

What is it! Telekinesis?

Looking at the canned potato chips and beef that appeared out of thin air in Rong Zhi's hand, Wuxin's originally calm face froze.

Isn't this a legendary ability when such a scene is so familiar? Something that only appears in movies. But there are zombies, so it shouldn't be strange that the ability appears, right?

Wuxin quickly calmed down, took the food that Rong Zhi handed over diligently, slowly tore open the seal, and asked unhurriedly: "Take things from the air?"

"It's not." Rong Zhi shook his head, tentatively moved to Wuxin's feet, looked up at the potato chips in Wuxin's hand and swallowed his saliva, looked away and explained, "This is an ability, a spatial ability." I've seen a lot of people passing by, and a lot of abilities. ”

"Abilities." Wuxin suddenly lost his appetite, and looked down at the young man who was staring at him, "What are you looking at me for?" ”

"I, I'm ......" the boy's face was stained with a faint flush, "this is the last thing in my space......"

Under the expectant gaze of the young man, Wuxin finally returned everything in his hand to the young man, and reached out to gently stroke the top of the young man's hair.

Rong Zhi excitedly took the snack handed over by Wuxin, and opened his mouth to ask Wuxin, but saw that the person had an empty gaze and didn't know what to think. Although Wuxin didn't have much malice towards him, he was still a little scared. Rong Zhi obediently lowered his head and gently bit the potato chips, trying not to disturb Wuxin.

Wuxin is very sure that he has no abilities in him, and in the future, it must be a world where the strong are respected, so how can he gain a foothold in this world? Or even survival?

All that was left in the room was the sound of Rong Zhi "chirping" and biting potato chips.

"Do you have any other abilities?"

Rong Zhi was slightly stunned for the sudden question of Wuxin, and then looked at Wuxin and nodded puzzledly: "Well, I only have a spatial ability, and the space is only twelve square meters in size."