The undead have descended upon the world? I possess a sword that can cleave the heavens once more!

There were no sunglasses to conceal them, no masks to block their view, and no baseball caps to hang low.

That face was fully and clearly presented to everyone at the table.

Sunlight streamed in from the window, falling on his fair, almost translucent skin, like a thin layer of gold gilded on a piece of warm, white jade.

The silver eyes gleamed slightly in the light, and the starlight deep within the pupils flowed slowly and quietly.

The silver sword mark between his brows, and the aloof aura surrounding him, were both impossible to ignore.

Everything seemed to indicate that the person before them was no ordinary mortal.

The atmosphere at the dining table fell completely silent.

Wu You couldn't help but lower his silver eyes slightly, and the starry river in his eyes seemed to freeze for a moment: Did I still scare them?

At this time.

"Harmful--"

Wu Ma was the first to react.

Her voice broke the almost frozen silence.

"No wonder she's wrapped up so tightly."

"Wow, he's so handsome!"

She kept praising it.

Mr. Wu, realizing what he'd just witnessed, exclaimed, "Oh yeah, I thought it was some big celebrity!"

They all tacitly refrained from asking about the silver eyes and the sword mark.

Wu Jing was completely stunned, her gaze fixed on Wu You's face, on his silver eyes, and on the faint sword mark.

Is someone who looks like this even human?

Something was buzzing in her mind.

Moreover, the sword mark between the eyebrows can be explained by a sticker.

But those incredibly deep, star-like silver eyes don't look like they're wearing colored contact lenses, do they?

Or is this some kind of new cutting-edge technology?

"Stop standing there, everyone, eat, eat!"

Then, the five of them began to eat.

The sounds of chopsticks hitting the rim of the bowl, spoons hitting the plate, chewing, swallowing, and occasionally a short dialogue.

The sounds blended together to create a kind of comforting white noise that you only hear at the family dinner table.

. . . . . .

Even after leaving home, Wu You had no idea what she was feeling as she finished her meal.

He stared blankly at the door that had been closed again.

"Actually, you can tell them the truth."

Hua Linlin, watching Wu You who was slightly dazed, said in a comforting tone, "They will believe you."

Wu You snapped out of his reverie, paused for a moment, and then shook his head: "Let's wait a while longer."

He had considered being honest with him directly.

If the shapeshifting herb were useful, he would have already confessed this time.

But the shapeshifting herb is useless; he can only return with this face now.

This face will bring up too many questions that he cannot answer at the moment.

Besides, if I were to reveal my current appearance directly, it would definitely scare them, since they were unaware of the existence of ability users.

In Wu's parents' understanding, there are no zombie species, no dark domains, no ability users, and no gods in this world.

They didn't know what a Corpse Species was, nor did they know what an Ability User was.

If Wu You suddenly appeared in front of them and said, "I am Wu You," and then took off his mask to reveal a face with silver eyes and a sword mark, white hair like a waterfall, and an inhuman aura emanating from him.

They might believe he is Wu You, but what will they think?

They will definitely be unable to sleep at night, worrying that something might have happened to him.

Wu You didn't want his family to live in such worry.

Therefore, this matter cannot be rushed, and he already has a plan.

He planned to have Wu's parents and Wu Jing learn martial arts first, and get in touch with the martial arts community: martial arts universities, martial arts college entrance exams, qi and blood martial arts, things that are "not so ordinary" in the eyes of ordinary people but have been officially recognized as "normal".

First, let them know that there are things in this world that are beyond the understanding of ordinary people, but these things are not strange or terrible, but are recognized by the country, can be learned, and are beneficial to people.

Then, the existence of ability users and the Investigation Bureau is revealed through the channel of martial artists.

Once they understand the existence of those with special abilities, when he claims to be Wu You, it will not only be more credible but also won't scare them.

Most importantly, they won't have to worry about it anymore.

Wu You took one last look at the familiar front door of his home, then turned and left.

He thought to himself: That time is not far off.

. . . . . .

After finishing her meal, Wu Jing sat on the sofa.

Her fingers tapped letters on the screen as she chatted with Lin Xinmai.

Wu Jing: Xiaomai, have you ever seen a cat whose eyes can change color?

Lin Xinmai replied quickly.

Lin Xinmai: Yes, because of light refraction and angle, a cat's pupils seem to easily change color. What's wrong, Xiaojing? Why are you suddenly asking this?

Wu Jing: It's nothing, I was just asking.

Wu Jing recalled the moment the little black cat's eyes suddenly changed color, and murmured to herself, "Were its eyes originally golden? Or was it just because I saw it from the wrong angle at first?"

Then, Wu Jing seemed to have thought of something else and continued sending messages.

Wu Jing: Have you ever seen a silver contact lens? The kind that's very deep-set, like there are tiny stars twinkling in it.

Lin Xinmai: Um... I don't know much about colored contact lenses either, but with technology so advanced now, there should be such a thing, right?

Wu Jing replied with an "Mm," then stood up and went back to her room.

She had just returned to her desk and sat down.

The next moment, she froze.

On the desk were some things that didn't belong to her, which she had noticed at some point.

First, there was a stack of A4 papers, already bound into a booklet, neatly placed in the center of the table.

Wu Jing stared intently.

The title of the top page, written in bold, reads: "Basic Martial Arts Swordsmanship (Part 1)".

The paper used for binding was new, with no creases on the edges, as if it had just been printed and carefully arranged.

There was also a wooden box, neither too big nor too small, placed next to the stack of papers.

The wooden box is light brown with a thin, waxy sheen on the surface and metal trim around the corners, making it look less like something you'd buy from an ordinary store.

Wu Jing reached out and opened the wooden box, inside were some plants she had never seen before.

There was a small bag of dried daisy-like flower buds; several well-preserved flowers with a faint fragrance, the edges of which were covered with very fine white down; and two thin, bamboo-like plants, cut into sections, each about the length of a little finger, with visible growth rings on the cross-section.

There were also several other strange things that she couldn't recognize at all.

Then, she saw the paper at the very bottom.

She pulled it out.

The label reads: "Small Blood-Nourishing Chrysanthemum, which can enhance the blood and qi of martial artists. Directions for use: Take three to five flowers each time, put them in a cup, pour in hot water above 85 degrees Celsius, cover and steep for about five minutes before drinking. You can add water repeatedly until the flavor becomes weak."

The Bone-Stabilizing Flower can nourish the bones of martial artists and improve their vital energy. How to take it: Chew it raw once a month, one flower each time.

Below are a few more lines listing the names, effects, and methods of administration of several other medicinal herbs.

After browsing through it, Wu Jing was stunned.

Although she had never seen these things, she had heard the word "martial artist" many times.

Lin Xinmai said it, Xia Yu said it, the school broadcast it, and the homeroom teacher also said it: martial arts, martial artists, martial arts college entrance exam, etc.

These things that can assist martial artists in their cultivation are very likely the so-called "great medicine"!

Any medicinal herbs that can aid in martial arts cultivation are extremely expensive, with prices in the tens of thousands!

But who put these obviously valuable items here?

The image of that extraordinary, perfect face that she had just seen flashed unconsciously through Wu Jing's mind.

"Is it her?"

She looked at the bound papers and the things in the wooden box, her eyes flickering with uncertainty beneath her bangs.

In fact, she had a secret deep in her heart that she hadn't told anyone.

For the past month, she has been having the same dream.

It was a dream so real it didn't feel like a dream.