He has been reincarnated through countless worlds, adorned with billions of mythological terms!

Yun Yi did not move.

No need.

They don't bother him, and he doesn't bother them.

After the two men left, he climbed out of the window.

On the fifth floor, barehanded, without using any special abilities.

With fingers gripping the windowsill and feet on the cracks in the wall, I slid down silently like a gecko.

When you land, bend your knees slightly to muffle all the noise.

The frog leg's ability allows the calf muscles to make three fine adjustments at the moment of landing, distributing the impact force to every muscle fiber—as quietly as a leaf falling to the ground.

The streets were quiet.

It was unusually quiet.

When I first came out three days ago, there were still a few zombies wandering around the streets.

It's gone now.

It's not that it's dead, it's that it's gone.

They're all heading in the same direction—south.

His eagle eyes had noticed it during the day: those gray figures were gathering from all corners, staggering southward as if being led by something.

Yun Tianheng is in the south.

Or rather, something in the south is calling them.

Yunyi walked to the street corner and stopped.

His ears picked up the sound—not footsteps, but breathing.

It was heavy and wet, like a wad of rotten cotton stuffed in my throat.

To the left, three meters away, behind an overturned bread cart.

He went around it.

It's a zombie.

Wearing a food delivery rider's uniform, with the helmet perched crookedly on his head, covering half of his face.

The exposed half was gray, and the lips were turned outwards, revealing dark red gums.

Its legs were trapped under the bread cart and couldn't move, but its upper body was still moving—its fingers were scratching at the ground, leaving white marks.

Hearing Yun Yi's footsteps, it turned its head.

Gray eyes, cloudy, reflecting nothing.

Yunyi squatted down to look it in the eye.

It opened its mouth and let out that wet roar.

It wasn't a threat; it was more like an instinctive, mechanical reaction.

It had a deep wound in its throat, as if it had been bitten by something.

The blood had dried, turning into a hard, black lump that was stuck to the collar.

Yun Yi reached out and touched its fingers.

It was cold and hard, like touching a piece of frozen rubber.

[New gene detected]

[Gene Collection: 1000]

All right.

The numbers changed from gray to bright white, flashing briefly in the depths of my consciousness, like a lamp being lit.

Yun Yi did not rush to transform.

He turned and walked back.

When they returned to the apartment building, Yun Nian was still asleep.

The posture remained unchanged, curled up in a ball, with the ugly rabbit cuddled in its arms.

The blanket was kicked off again, and this time one shoe was also kicked off, leaving bare feet exposed with toes curled up like five small seashells.

Yunyi put the shoes back on her and covered her with the blanket again.

Then I sat next to her, leaning against the wall, and closed my eyes.

Should we proceed with the second transformation immediately?

This transformation lasted five hours.

【whether】

He noticed that the transformation time not only didn't increase, but it was actually an hour faster than before.

He calculated the time when Yun Nian would wake up—this time was just right.

Yun Nian's breathing was even and long, her small mouth slightly open, revealing a black hole in the moonlight where her missing front tooth was.

Yun Yi looked at her, his fingers twitching slightly before stopping three inches from her forehead.

A very thin spider silk emerged from her fingertip, wrapped around her wrist, and tied the other end to her wrist.

When she turns over, the spider web will loosen;

When she wakes up, the spider web will break;

When someone approaches, the spider silk vibrates.

It works better than any alarm.

After doing all that, he closed his eyes.

The transformation begins.

This time, the heat didn't burst from my chest; it seeped from my bones.

It's like magma flowing beneath the earth's crust; you can't see it, but you can feel the entire earth burning.

The scales beneath the skin would uncontrollably emerge and then retract, emerge and retract again, each time bringing out a layer of grayish-brown dead skin.

The bones were cracking, not with a crisp snapping sound, but with a dull, grinding sound that came from the inside, like two huge rocks grinding in the stomach.

This time it was even more intense than the last.

He felt like his bones were burning.

Three years ago, he was a rough draft, and it didn't matter how much you hammered him;

Now it's a quenched knife; with every hammer blow, you can hear the metal screaming.

Something is rushing through my blood vessels.

It wasn't blood, but another, finer, denser, and faster liquid, like countless extremely thin snakes crawling through his body, from his heart to his fingertips, from his fingertips to his scalp, leaving no inch untouched.

Where they burrow, blood vessel walls are remodeled, muscle fibers are disassembled and stitched back together, and even bone marrow is being replaced by something.

His fingernail fell off, and new ones rose up from below, thicker and harder, with a faint metallic sheen at the edges.

My hair is falling out in clumps, landing on my shoulders, knees, and floor, looking dusty like shed fur.

Then new hair sprouts from the pores, darker and denser, each strand looking like it has been tempered with steel.

As the heat rushed into his eyes, he heard his eyeballs making a sound.

It wasn't pain, but a feeling of being stretched open—like someone was stuffing two red-hot iron balls into my eye sockets, stuffing them in, turning them around, taking them out, and stuffing them in again.

His vision split in two in the darkness, one half the original world, the other half another world—the hot world.

He could feel the temperature on Yun Nian's body.

The orange-red color spread outwards from her chest, flowing along her veins to her limbs.

The heart is the brightest spot, like a small sun, which brightens and dims with each breath.

He could see the handprints left on the blanket, warm and pale yellow, traces of her touching it before she went to sleep.

He could see a bird perched on a withered tree fifty meters away outside the window, its body temperature two degrees higher than the air temperature, curled up and dozing off.

Then a warm current flowed into my ears.

The sound exploded.

The once quiet, tomb-like street was suddenly filled with hundreds of sounds—the rustling of wind through withered leaves, the dripping of water from underground pipes, the roar of zombies three kilometers away, and someone shouting "Run!" five kilometers away.

All the voices overlapped, like hundreds of people speaking in his ear at the same time.

He learned how to filter in three seconds.

Enlarge what's near and shrink what's far; suppress useless noise and bring up useful information.

Then came his nose—he smelled the milky scent on Yun Nian's body, the burnt smell of his own shed skin, and the smell of a dead cat buried under the withered tree outside the window, mostly rotten.

Then came the taste on his tongue—he tasted the rust in the air, the lime in the concrete, and the tar from the distant fire.

Each layer of flavor is so distinct, it's as if it were sliced ​​out with a knife.

Finally, there's the skin.

The wind seeped in through the cracks in the window, and he could feel its temperature, humidity, and speed, and even how much dust it carried—every speck of dust had a specific coordinate when it hit the back of his hand.

He opened his eyes.

The golden pupils shone for a moment in the darkness, then dimmed, turning into a very pale amber color.

It wasn't a deliberate restraint; his body was telling him—he no longer needed gold.

Gold is the color of predators, used to intimidate their prey.

He doesn't need to intimidate anyone now.

[The second life reconstruction is complete.]

[Gene Collection: 0]

[Genes already fused: 1100.]

[Comprehensive Capability Upgrade]