I transformed into a cute girl and lived a carefree life in the apocalypse.

Having said that, she pointed her sword at Bei'an, and a peculiar fluctuation emanated from the tip of the sword.

"We still need to keep an eye on one person..."

..............

"Big sister, it's been almost an hour, and there's still no movement..."

"Luckily I didn't agree to go with my uncle, otherwise I would have been bored to death sitting there for an hour."

Yan Ziming and Ye Qianxue watched the nearly hour-long 'silent show' with utter boredom, and began to feel a little reluctant to go back.

There has never been a peace talk in history with such an unusual format—since the two sides sat down, they haven't said a word, both keeping their eyes closed and resting, creating an extremely awkward atmosphere.

The reason they haven't chosen to leave yet is the same as everyone else involved in the peace talks: they are waiting for news from space.

To be precise, they wanted to obtain firsthand information about Mu Mu.

The universe is vast and contains countless dangers. They were worried about Mu Mu going to fight in outer space. The danger level was incomparable to that on Earth. If he was not careful, he would never come back.

They didn't even know what had happened to her.

Perhaps it drifted to some planet, or perhaps it drifted to a faraway place.

Yan Ziming asked Ye Qianxue with concern, "Qianxue, how well do space ability users survive in space?"

"This... I'm not quite sure, I've never been to space."

"Judging by the time it takes, it should be soon. We can't keep everyone waiting here all day."

Drip, drip, drip...

Just then, Yan Ziming's phone rang.

Picking up his phone, Yan Ziming's face immediately darkened. "It's Bai He again... Could it be that she's up to something bad again?"

But then she thought, given the current situation, could Bai He's call be for something particularly urgent?

"crooked?"

“Zi Mo, come back to Bei’an. I suddenly have a very bad feeling. You’ll know the details when you get back.”

After saying just one sentence, Bai He hung up the phone.

Her tone was indeed very hurried; it was as if Yan Ziming had never seen her so hurried before.

For a moment, a gloomy look appeared on her face.

What's going to happen today?

"What's going on... At least say what's on your mind."

Yan Ziming reluctantly put down his phone, then nodded to Ye Qianxue, who tore open a spatial rift and quickly teleported to Bei'an City.

In the bustling city of Bei'an, a crack appeared in an inconspicuous spot, and Yan Ziming and Ye Qianxue emerged from it.

"what the hell......"

After Yan Ziming came out, her pretty face changed several times, becoming extremely solemn.

"sister."

Ye Qianxue took a step closer to Yan Ziming, looking around warily. If you looked closely, you could see that her skin was slightly tense, as if she had sensed some kind of threat, clearly indicating that she had entered a battle state.

This is truly unprecedented; they are currently in the capital of China—Beian City!

"Qianxue, did you feel it too?" Yan Ziming narrowed his eyes and scanned the surroundings.

"Ah."

Without a doubt, both sisters sensed it.

murderous look.

The entire city of Bei'an was filled with a murderous aura that made their hair stand on end; it was everywhere!

To some, it felt as cold and biting as the autumn chill of winter; those who were weaker found it so intense that they couldn't even muster the strength to move.

However, only those with keen intuition or considerable strength can see these things; ordinary people are completely unaffected and feel nothing at all.

An inconspicuous silver light emanated from Ye Qianxue's body, instantly freezing the surrounding space. Yan Zimo made a lightning-fast move, flashing through the void, and when he returned to Ye Qianxue's side, the Raikiri was already in her hand.

The silver light dissipated.

Thump thump thump thump thump...

The sound of a person hitting the ground.

There were seven slams, indicating that seven enemies were killed by Yan Zimo in that instant.

Yan Ziming took a few steps forward, squatted down, and scratched at the ground. He grabbed at something, but actually bumped into it, making a gurgling sound.

“This is strange. They are not strong, the highest of whom is only at the sixth level, yet we cannot see them…” Yan Zimo pondered.

Ye Qianxue tilted her head, thinking of the various stealth technologies of aircraft she had seen recently, and said, "Could it be stealth technology?"

Visible light cloaking technology is not surprising that prehistoric civilizations possessed such means, but what happened next refuted this.

"Then even the blood can't be invisible, right?"

Yan Ziming raised his hand in mid-air; it was as delicate as white porcelain, and appeared to be nothing at all.

But the reality was quite different; a second later, the sound of water droplets falling to the ground was heard.

This is blood.

A surge of electricity coursed through her small hand, evaporating the unseen blood. Yan Ziming's eyes darkened considerably. "What exactly happened in Bei'an City?"

Ye Qianxue remembered something and voiced her thoughts, "Big Sister, what about Bai He...?"

Yan Ziming's expression changed drastically.

She suddenly realized something was off about Bai He's phone call.

Perhaps it wasn't her who hung up the phone, but someone else?

Good heavens! If this person dies, won't the whole world of China be turned upside down?!

"Go to the charlatan's house right now!"

They couldn't care less about the situation in Bei'an and quickly sent Ye Qianxue to Bai He's house. They found the furniture neatly arranged and there was no sign of a battle, but Bai He was nowhere to be seen.

But is there really nothing there?

As soon as Ye Qianxue stepped into the living room, the sound of her footsteps on the floor turned into a "plop" sound, as if she had stepped on some liquid.

However, the ground looked spotless.

"One step too late!"

Yan Ziming didn't care about anything else and directly blasted the wall apart. The eighth-level ability user who was responsible for protecting Bai He lived next door, so maybe he could find some clues there.

However, the scene that unfolded the moment the wall completely collapsed caused Yan Ziming's mind to completely shut down.

"Varied--!"

What appeared before the two sisters was the guardian of Bai He, whom Yan Ziming had met once before.

However, this eighth-tier ability user, whose strength was among the top in the country, was now nailed to the wall in a rather miserable posture...

Chapter 104 Wrath

No one could have imagined that an eighth-level superhuman from China would be nailed to the wall of his own home.

Upon closer inspection, however, there was nothing securing him to the wall, but looking towards his chest, the blood seemed to be blocked by something, preventing it from gushing out.

Yan Ziming took a few steps forward, making a 'splashing' sound as he stepped on water, and then reached his hand near his chest, making a grasping motion in the air.

It is a sharp weapon.

The weapon was extremely sharp; Yan Ziming's delicate hand bled as soon as it touched it, and drops of scarlet blood with a hint of blue-purple fell to the ground.

Yan Ziming's eyes flickered slightly when he saw this scene. Instead of pulling his hand away, he gripped it even tighter.

"sister!"

Ye Qianxue saw it clearly and felt extremely distressed. Her sister's precious hand was cut, which felt as if it were cut on her own body.

Most importantly, she was afraid that her older sister had come into contact with something unclean.

She quickly stepped forward and held Yan Ziming's small hand in her palm. Looking at the wound, she saw two horizontal cuts, which looked as if they had been caused by a double-edged weapon.

"It doesn't matter, even if there are toxins, they won't work on me."

Yan Ziming gently withdrew his hand, using his will to erase the remaining 'filth' from the wound, and the wound began to heal.

Advanced ability users have physical abilities far exceeding those of ordinary people, and their healing speed is also much faster. Although they cannot compare with mutated species, advanced ability users can usually survive many injuries that would otherwise be fatal.

In about a minute, her wound healed completely without leaving a scar.

However, a shadow still lingered in the sisters' eyes.

“It is a sword,” Yan Zimo said.

Judging from the flat feel of the weapon she held at the time, the weapon that pinned this eighth-level ability user to death was a sword.

Moreover, it is a deadly weapon; the fact that it could so easily slice open Yan Zimo's hand proves its ferocity.