The End of the World: Start with a Book, All Superpowers Depend on Reading

All joking aside, Wang Mingyang quickly poured out his spiritual power, covering Mu Ningxue's whole body.

Upon noticing Wang Mingyang's spiritual touch, Mu Ningxue felt as if there were ants crawling all over her body, and she always felt a little itchy.

"Don't move, I can't collect accurate data..." Wang Mingyang swallowed and said softly.

Under the mental scan, Mu Ningxue's bumpy figure suddenly appeared in his mind, and even the two cherry red spots seemed to tremble when he twisted slightly.

"Okay, okay."

Mu Ningxue suppressed her shame, bit her red lips to keep herself still, and whispered.

"Huh...alright."

Wang Mingyang exhaled a breath, this girl was a little cold sometimes, but her figure was plumper than Su Yu's.

The mental power receded like a tide, and Mu Ningxue finally felt relaxed and a little lost.

In just one minute, it seemed like an hour had passed.

"After collecting the data, I will shape the armor for you."

Wang Mingyang gently wiped the non-existent sweat stains on his forehead and said with a smile.

"Yeah, okay." Mu Ningxue clasped her hands in front of her, looking at Wang Mingyang shyly and curiously.

The titanium alloy block flew out of the mustard space, and under Wang Mingyang's control, it continuously twisted and deformed, quickly shaping a pair of armor that fit Mu Ningxue's figure.

"Okay, give it a try."

Mu Ningxue followed the instructions and walked directly into the armor. The buckles kept closing the gaps, wrapping her entire body in it.

After trying to move for a while, Mu Ningxue was surprised to find that the armor was very flexible and did not affect her movements at all.

Wang Mingyang looked at Mu Ningxue like a child who got a new toy, raising his arms and stretching his legs with a look of joy.

After thinking about it, Wang Mingyang took out a few bottles of ice blue spray from the mustard space and handed them to her.

"These ice blue paints are very suitable for you. Let Xiao Yu'er and Sister Yan help you spray them!"

Mu Ningxue took the paint and smiled, "Well, thank you very much."

"Between you and me, there's no need to be so polite." Wang Mingyang waved his hands with a relaxed look on his face.

"Hmph! Get out quickly, this is a girl's boudoir!"

Mu Ningxue snorted, put the paint on the small table aside, pushed Wang Mingyang and drove them away.

"Hey, you just finished using me and you're going to kick me out right away?"

Wang Mingyang was speechless. How could this woman fall out of favor faster than she could turn over a book?

"Okay, okay, get out!"

Mu Ningxue pushed him out of the door, slammed it shut, leaned her back against the door, and couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.

After calming down his pounding heart for a while, he looked at the paint on the table and raised a slightly shy smile at the corner of his mouth.

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All the shops in Nanguan Shopping Mall, the largest in Nancheng District, were empty.

Three figures suddenly appeared on the fifth floor and walked straight towards a shop.

"It's so strange, who moved the things here, just like scraping the land!" A young male voice sounded, full of doubts.

"It's really strange. Everything in the whole shopping mall is gone. Who on earth has this ability?" Another middle-aged man with a slightly thicker face frowned and said.

"None of this is important, business matters!" A man in black clothes with two daggers on his waist snorted and said coldly.

If Wang Mingyang were here, he would be surprised to find that this man was actually Hou Jun who almost killed Su Yu!

"Hou Jun, what are we doing here?" The young man was a little confused. There were not even zombies in the dim mall, and it seemed very quiet.

"Fu Bing, Master Jie's death has something to do with this place." Hou Jun said calmly.

Fu Bing was stunned, "Didn't Master Jie die in the supermarket across the street? Why does it have anything to do with this place?"

"We have been staying here before. There were many survivors here before. I am not sure if that group of people is still here."

"Do you want to find the survivors and find out about the group?" The middle-aged man thought for a moment and said.

Hou Jun nodded, "I hope there will be something to gain!"

"Then why didn't you come before?" Fu Bing continued to ask.

"Hmph, I was so seriously injured before, how could I have time!" Hou Jun snorted coldly, "But now, my strength has been restored!"

Hou Jun silently raised his left hand. The left hand that was originally cut off by Wang Mingyang was now intact!

"That's true. If it weren't for the massive crystal cores obtained in the battle a few days ago, your hand wouldn't be good." Fu Bing nodded. Hou Jun lost one of his hands, and his strength was indeed reduced a lot. .

"Stop talking nonsense, Hou Jun, have you arrived at the place you are looking for?" The middle-aged man frowned and asked coldly.

Hou Jun pointed to the shop more than ten meters in front, "That's it!"

The three of them ran over quickly. The door of the store was wide open, but it was empty inside.

"Hmph! I don't know if these bastards died in the mouths of zombies." Hou Jun punched the wall hard and cursed coldly.

"Those survivors were here?" Fu Bing stepped in and asked with a frown.

"Originally there were more than a dozen, all ordinary people."

"Ordinary people? That shouldn't be the case. There is no blood here, and there are many dead zombies outside..."

Fu Bing looked around. Although the room was dirty, there was indeed no blood. Although there were many zombies outside the shopping mall, many rotting corpses were vaguely visible.

"It is very likely that they were taken away." The middle-aged man said slowly.

Hou Jun frowned, "With a dozen women who have no fighting power, would that group of people be so kind?"

"That is not necessarily true... population is also a resource." The middle-aged man uttered a cold word.

"Zuo Xiang, see if there are any survivors nearby." Fu Bing walked out and raised his eyebrows.

"Okay!"

The middle-aged man called Zuo Xiang slowly closed his eyes, and a hint of obscure fluctuations spread around.

A few seconds later, Zuo Xiang opened his eyes, "There are still some survivors within 500 meters around, but there are no more than four people gathered."

"No more than four people?" Hou Jun frowned and thought, "I met that group of people three days ago, at least seven people."

"There are only two possibilities, either they are not here, or... they are temporarily separated." Zuo Xiang said lightly.

"No matter what, look for them one by one, even if they are not them, maybe we can ask some information."

Hou Jun pondered for a moment and said in a cold voice.

Zuo Xiang nodded: "Okay."

"Then let's go, finish the work early and go back early." Fu Bing sighed helplessly.

The three reached a consensus and turned to walk downstairs.

No one noticed that Fu Bing's feet had been stuck with a few tiny seeds at some point.

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