Hearing the voices, Su Changxing’s heart sank. There were at least twenty people inside, and they seemed to be having a meeting.
He pondered over who this so-called Lady of the House could be, for she could instill such fear in these ruthless survivors.
A Tier Eight Extraordinary?
If she was truly a Tier Eight Extraordinary, that would indeed be terrifying.
The boy and the Giant Infant he met before were strong, but they lacked intelligence. If that strength were in a normal person’s hands, it would unleash even more terrifying combat power.
A normal person with a gun is more intimidating than a fool with a gun.
Su Changxing hesitated for a long time but ultimately decided not to charge in recklessly. Although he had a pistol, all these survivors were Extraordinary, and the risk was very high.
He now had a general understanding of what Extraordinary, Superpower Users, and Half Extraordinary were all about.
Becoming an Extraordinary involved an all-around enhancement, forming a complete system, including abilities and physical quality, with a clear progression path.
Superpower Users only had superpowers, and their strength depended entirely on these powers, just like Mu Qing. Although she had superpowers, her real combat strength was no different from ordinary people.
As for Half Extraordinary, they could be considered as Extraordinary minus Superpower Users, possessing a body stronger than ordinary people but without special abilities.
Or it could be said that their ability is having no ability... they could be called Non-Ability Users.
"The food for the Saint Heir is running low again. Later, take people with you to capture some. Clean out all the prey nearby tonight."
"But what about the Jackal’s people?"
"If encountered, deal with them directly, no need for concerns."
...
Su Changxing carefully retreated, moving back to the stairwell and going downwards.
These people were preparing for battle and planned to go out hunting, so he might not have to face those about to leave.
Moreover, these were probably the strongest fighters among the survivors, and it was best not to confront them.
Reaching the second basement level, Su Changxing saw Mu Qing staggering up from below, bleeding profusely, with blood dripping to the ground.
"You are indeed still here."
Mu Qing, wrapped in a gray-brown jacket, looked pale yet calm, seemingly not feeling any pain. Seeing Su Changxing leaning against the wall, she said:
"They have many people; you basically can’t fight your way out. I think if you want to escape, the odds are better on the path you mentioned, trying your luck."
Su Changxing glanced at her and said, "If I were just trying to escape, I wouldn’t have come in. I can tell you that path is ninety percent a dead end."
Mu Qing’s nose showed clear marks from wearing glasses, and her hair fell in front of her forehead, giving her a solemn look. She sighed and said:
"If that’s the case, then I can only wait to die. I thought there was a hope of survival. I will commit suicide before they catch me again."
She held a razor in her hand, seemingly ready to use it.
Su Changxing noticed Mu Qing’s strange reaction, which wasn’t typical of someone who had been tortured for days. Either her mental strength was frighteningly strong, or she had gone insane.
If it was the former, it meant she was not an ordinary person, but if the latter, it implied she was now very dangerous to Su Changxing.
The actions of a mad person are uncontrollable.
Su Changxing’s eyes flickered, seriously contemplating whether to remove her, and he coldly said, "Find a room and hide now, and don’t come out."
Mu Qing was momentarily stunned, not understanding why Su Changxing’s attitude changed so dramatically. A gleam flashed in her eyes, and she obediently nodded, "Don’t get the wrong idea; I’m not crazy, but I know a madman. Okay, I’ll go hide now, and I won’t come out unless you call me."
She knew what I was thinking?
Su Changxing paused, furrowing his brow, and said, "You have Mind Reading Technique? No, this is your superpower."
Mu Qing grinned slightly and said, "Guess. This is my biggest confession, hoping to gain your trust. Trust is mutual."
Su Changxing’s mind shifted, considering a question: if the Doomsday Game evaluates everyone comprehensively, could it place them in different difficulty levels based on these assessments?
If that’s the case, for her to be thrown into such a dire situation, her evaluation score should be very high.
Su Changxing smirked, "The more you say, the more it feels like you’re hiding something. You’re very suspicious."
Mu Qing froze, feeling Su Changxing’s thoughts were different from normal people, giving her a sense of being seen through: "So, how can I make you trust me?"
Su Changxing calmly said, "You’re suspicious no matter what, so find a room to hide, and don’t bother me."
Mu Qing didn’t say much, realizing anything she said would be futile, and obediently found a room to hide.
Su Changxing sighed, feeling like he had picked up a burden, and a troublesome one at that.
Then, he prepared to open the forum and send a private message to Huang Biao. These survivors were planning to clear the surroundings tonight, and Huang Biao’s camp was very close, potentially facing another attack.
Opening the forum, Su Changxing saw private messages from Huang Biao and Zhu Wenwu.
Heartless Beast: Brother, are you still alive? We felt a lot of commotion outside. The zombies from Shield Company formed an Undead Tide and are moving around. If you’re alive, give me a reply.
Xiaoxin: Brother Su, have you gone in yet? I thought about it; if there’s a chance, I’d still like to be your guide. You’re a brave person.
Why do both these people think I’m doomed?
Su Changxing gritted his teeth, then quickly edited a private message to Huang Biao.
Please call me a good person: Not dead yet. There’s something you need to be aware of. Tonight, the survivors will definitely attack you, so it’s best to find a hidden spot with your people and avoid them.
In a matter of minutes, Huang Biao replied.
Heartless Beast: Brother, it’s so good to know you’re still alive. I thought you were dead since you hadn’t replied. Hmm, actually, I’d planned for this, and so I’m moving the camp with everyone now.
Su Changxing nodded; Huang Biao’s actions were anticipated, and sending the private message wasn’t redundant, just a reminder.
People often need reminders from others when they’re confused.
He spent six hundred points to exchange for two silver-gray flashbangs from the discount store.
The flashbangs worked like hand grenades; you pull the pin and throw them. These flashbangs only emit strong light without any attack capability but can be very effective when used unexpectedly.
Mu Qing leaned in the dark room, her eyes vacant, her mind racing.
She felt targeted and thought the Doomsday Game bore deep malice toward her.
Is this the so-called divine jealousy of the gifted?