Chapter 63: Chapter 63: Nightti Murder
Su Changxing picked up the short knife, cleaned it with a rag, and inserted it into the outer layer of his backpack. This knife was quite good, considering the craftsmanship, it was even better than the Steel Saber.
He looked at the corpse on the ground and was silent for a while, always feeling he had missed so key point. As he was about to turn and leave, he noticed a black crystal erging from the chest of the corpse.
What is this?
The crystal gradually ford a complete sphere at a speed visible to the naked eye, emitting a faint glow in the night sky, its luster beautiful and moving.
Su Changxing stabbed a rushing zombie with one knife and picked up the crystal from the corpse with the other hand. He observed it for a while but couldn’t co to any conclusions.
He guessed that this thing might be related to the Extraordinary, so he casually put it into his backpack and headed towards the Mysterious Shop.
The Mysterious Shop had masked people keeping watch, so the rare resources inside might not have been redeed yet.
"Unexpectedly, it isn’t Speed Enhancent, it’s really quite rare. But what on earth is this skill?"
Arriving at the Silver Gray Space, Su Changxing looked at the rare resources in the Mysterious Shop and was dumbfounded.
[Singing Skill (Rare, Quantity 2), 1500 Points]
[Singing Skill: Allows you to learn to sing but cannot compensate for your inherent deficiencies—tone deafness, throat issues, etc. Boys who can sing are always lucky.]
"Would I sing for zombies, to attract them to kill ? Or to ease loneliness in the apocalypse?"
Su Changxing ridiculed, unable to figure out what use this skill really had. However, he still tried to convince himself that existence is reasonable, thinking this skill must have its use.
I guess.
At least it could redy so of his complete inability to sing.
Okay, it still feels useless.
Su Changxing ultimately exchanged for this skill, and as a burst of white light surged into his brain, a large amount of music-related knowledge flooded his mind.
He learned three basic singing techniques, various songs, and techniques to match these songs.
A wave of musical intuition washed over him.
"Ah, ah, ah, ah, the beautiful scenery of West Lake, March days, spring rain like wine, willows like smoke..."
Su Changxing savored it ticulously, confirming that it indeed sounded sowhat better than before.
This skill is indeed quite useful.
Imrsed in his self-pleasure, Su Changxing suddenly stopped, a chill flashed in his eyes.
He rembered what he had missed; back at Huang Biao’s place, there was a newcor with the sa bright patterns.
"Could he be a survivor of this world too?"
The possibility was high, and those bright patterns were likely unique to the Extraordinary, allowing them to recognize each other.
Previously, the murderer who slaughtered that group might be a survivor of this world. They seed to survive like zombies without the need for food, hence the resources weren’t plundered.
But why weren’t phones missing? Could they plunder phones too?
Su Changxing suddenly realized that Huang Biao’s base might be in danger now. Survivors of this world seed to harbor great hostility towards them, perhaps with an unavoidable reason to kill them.
Thinking of this, he took out his phone to ssage Huang Biao imdiately.
Please call
a good person: Huang Biao, where are you now? There’s sothing very important.
He waited for a few minutes without a reply.
Sleeping?
Su Changxing hesitated for a while, then thought of Zhu Wenwu’s ID "Xiaoxin" and imdiately ssaged him.
Please call
a good person: Zhu Wenwu, I have sothing very important to tell you.
At this mont, Zhu Wenwu was lying on the ground cushioned with so worn-out clothes, feeling uncomfortable due to the damp and cold room.
He suddenly woke up in the middle of the night, unable to sleep, so he took out his phone to browse the forum, seeing so posts discussing zombie attacks, which made him even more sleepless.
He was always a timid person, having been mocked for it since childhood; after all, a man’s courage should be great.
But his sister was the complete opposite, always bold, enjoying horror movies, extre sports, and playing horror gas.
He never minded much, be it bold or timid, it wasn’t a big deal as they lived in a stable, civilized society.
Until coming here, he realized it wasn’t like that anymore. He needed to protect his sister, taking responsibility as the big brother.
"A private ssage received? Who would ssage
at this hour?"
Zhu Wenwu was puzzled, thinking there shouldn’t be anyone ssaging him at this ti.
Before coming to Huang Biao’s place, his principle was to minimize contact with others. The best way to solve danger was to avoid it ahead of ti.
Xiaoxin: Who are you?
Please call
a good person: Su Changxing, we t this afternoon.
Zhu Wenwu jolted awake, his mind imdiately cleared up; wasn’t this the murderer? What business could he have with ?
Xiaoxin: So it’s big brother! What can I do for you?
Su Changxing pondered for a mont and replied: I suspect a murderer is within your camp, and he may act tonight. Check for any anomalies, and if not, inform Boss Huang and have him ssage .
The murderer claiming there’s a murderer among them?
Zhu Wenwu froze, unsure whether to believe Su Changxing. However, the actions Su Changxing requested seed harmless, rely passing along a ssage.
Just as Zhu Wenwu was about to head out, he heard a muffled scream from outside, faint but clear.
Soone was dead.
There really is a murderer!
Zhu Wenwu was startled, imdiately shaking Zhu Xin Xue awake.
"What’s going on..."
Zhu Xin Xue looked at Zhu Wenwu’s gesture to be quiet, imdiately clearing up: "What’s wrong?"
Zhu Wenwu’s expression was serious, whispering: "Soone was killed outside, it might really be a murderer this ti."
Zhu Xin Xue was puzzled: "How do you know?"
Zhu Wenwu operated his phone: "Su Changxing told , and then I heard the scream outside."
"The murderer you ntioned?"
"Yes."
Zhu Wenwu imdiately replied via phone: What should I do now? The murderer seems to be outside the door.
Please call
a good person: Notify others through the forum now, then pick up weapons and fight him. If you’re going to die anyway, struggling might be better.
Zhu Wenwu’s hands trembled, starting to ssage others.
But most people were asleep at this ti; those vigilantes on this floor were probably killed too. He only knew so of their IDs, unsure if anyone could see his ssages.
"Da da da~"
The footsteps outside beca clearer, closer.
Zhu Wenwu felt his heart racing, hands weak, slowly picking up the iron rod next to him:
"Xin Xue, I’ll fight him later. You find a chance to escape upstairs to Boss Huang’s place."
Zhu Xin Xue picked up a wooden stick, blushing at her brother’s back for the first ti, thinking Zhu Wenwu looked quite handso and replied seriously:
"Make sure you hold him off; don’t die before I run."
Zhu Wenwu took a deep breath, gripping the steel rod tightly, saying in a low voice: "Can’t you be kind?"
"Between us, there’s no need for courtesy." Zhu Xin Xue looked at the door and said: "The door is locked; it won’t be easy for him to co in."
Click~
The door lightly creaked, slowly pushing open, facing no obstacles.
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