Yi Lin was certainly curious.
But he couldn't possibly use his own Life Value to experiment.
Moreover, he always had a nearly obsessive feeling.
No matter what,
No matter when,
No matter where,
He must never let his Life Value drop to zero.
This obsession, much like how one must wipe after using the toilet, had become instinct and muscle memory.
He pondered in the room for a while.
"About time."
Yi Lin estimated the time.
Then he snuck out of the room on tiptoe.
The moment he opened the door, the ancient wooden door creaked loudly "eeek—" in the dead of night.
Yi Lin froze in place, startled.
If he were caught by the landlady, he'd just say he got up for a nighttime pee.
Yi Lin had already crafted the perfect excuse in his mind in an instant.
Yeah, perfect.
Yi Lin listened intently.
Next door was the landlady Meg's room.
After her singing stopped, there came a loud snoring from behind the door.
He could even imagine her sleeping posture.
