Lin An, with his excellent vision, noticed that Wen Ya was about to be dragged off the roof by a zombie.
He couldn't help but frown slightly.
If Wen Ya were just an ordinary person, he wouldn't care.
But a suspected mutant, dying, would be a real pity.
Of course, that's only if she could be of use to him.
"Power Burst!"
Lin An whispered.
A faint golden light flashed around him, and with strange fluctuations, his strength surged.
After activating his talent, he moved extremely fast, his figure like a black phantom sprinting on the highway.
In a very short time, he crossed a hundred meters and rushed to the vicinity of the RV.
Wen Ya was being frantically pulled down by the zombie, half of her body already off the roof.
Lin An's gaze was cold.
He exerted force with his right hand, and the Nepalese curved knife in his hand instantly flew out.
The curved knife whistled through the air, accurately cutting off the long hair that the zombie was pulling on under Lin An's powerful control.
"Thud!"
The knife embedded itself into the side of the RV, halfway in.
The tremendous force even lifted the vehicle a palm's height.
Punch!
Lin An, with a calm expression, threw another punch.
The sound of the wind breaking through the air directly pierced through the nearest zombie's head.
"Bang!"
It was like popping a water balloon.
Brain matter mixed with blood splattered.
Before the other zombies could react,
With his strength boosted to 14 points after activating Power Burst, Lin An easily crushed the remaining zombies' heads.
In just two seconds, the horde of zombies that would have made an ordinary person despair was easily dealt with by Lin An.
After confirming all the zombies were dead,
Lin An casually flicked the blood off his hands, then calmly looked at Wen Ya lying on the roof of the RV.
Wen Ya had not yet recovered her senses.
Her hair was disheveled, and her chest heaved rapidly.
Having just brushed past death, she was drenched in sweat.
Her form-fitting, exquisitely made top clung to her body, revealing her graceful figure.
She looked at Lin An with shock, her delicate mouth slightly open, unable to speak for a moment.
So strong!
The scene before her felt like a dream, hard for her to believe.
One punch to explode a head...
Brutal, decisive.
She had no doubt that if that punch were aimed at an ordinary person, they would be pulverized.
"You are... just now..."
Wen Ya was very nervous.
Carefully identifying,
She recognized Lin An.
The roaring black motorcycle that had zoomed past her left a deep impression.
Lin An, in his black combat suit, stood tall and strong, wearing leather boots with a somewhat cold expression.
Killing four zombies was a piece of cake for Lin An.
Apart from some blood on his right hand, his clothes were spotless.
Lin An did not reply.
He just unabashedly scanned Wen Ya's body with his eyes, as if admiring a fine piece of art.
This was his first time seeing a legendary mutant.
Though, in some sense, he was one too.
Nothing special.
Lin An looked her up and down.
Aside from being calmer than most, Wen Ya seemed no different from ordinary people.
Lin An remained silent, and Wen Ya dared not speak.
Half-lying on the roof, she bit her lip, not daring to move an inch.
Even though her mental strength was much higher than ordinary people,
Anyone would be terrified by the scene of Lin An's actions just now and the shattered skulls on the ground.
Although Lin An had saved her, she dared not relax.
Clearly, Lin An's gaze was clean and clear, without any desire.
But it inexplicably made her feel a bit afraid.
In Lin An's eyes, she saw no desire, as if she were just an object.
"Take off your clothes."
Lin An's voice was cold and commanded Wen Ya without hesitation.
He had carefully examined Wen Ya earlier but could not determine if she was a mutant from her appearance.
If that's the case, then he would use the method from his previous life.
In his past life, there was a precise method to identify a mutant.
Before the apocalypse broke out, mutants showed no special traits.
But once they loaded the player template, under the system's power, purple patterns would appear on their bodies.
Like a curse.
These patterns were different from regular tattoos, and even though no images or information of the patterns on mutants' bodies had ever leaked,
Anyone who had seen them would unequivocally affirm.
Only mutants could have these patterns.
Therefore, as long as Lin An saw the patterns, he could be 100% sure that Wen Ya was a mutant.
Lin An's voice was not loud, but in her ears, it was like thunder.
Upon hearing Lin An's words, Wen Ya's body trembled violently.
She bit her lip tightly, her face devoid of any color.
As expected...
She let out a bitter laugh.
Feeling helpless and powerless, she clutched the hem of her clothes, unwilling to undress.
"Thud."
Lin An impatiently took a step closer and pulled out the Nepalese curved knife embedded in the car body with one hand.
His gaze was cold.
He guessed Wen Ya's thoughts but did not bother to explain anything.
He had no patience, nor any obligation to explain.
Wen Ya's gaze fixed on the blood-stained blade, feeling as if her heart had died.
Lin An's terrifying strength left her with no thoughts of resistance.
Moreover, without Lin An's intervention, she would have already been reduced to a pile of bones.
"Rustle."
Silently, she removed her top and then raised her head to meet Lin An's gaze.
Her body, now bare from the waist up, was as white as milk.
Their eyes met, Wen Ya's gaze was stubborn and resolute.
Lin An was indifferent, stepping closer to inspect her lower abdomen.
The distance between them was minimal.
At this range, Wen Ya could even feel Lin An's rapid breath and his intense gaze.
It felt scorching, like a branding iron.
Having never been this close to a man before, her ears turned bright red, and her body trembled.
Lin An paid no attention to these details.
His eyes were fixed on the strange pattern, his gaze entranced.
The dark purple pattern on Wen Ya's smooth, flat abdomen occasionally flickered with a flash of blood-red.
The pattern was mysterious, unsettling.
At a glance, it felt as if one's soul was being drawn in.
He couldn't help but reach out, his fingertips gently touching the pattern.
The smooth skin felt like silk.
Every time the blood-red flash passed under his fingertips, a faint mental power transmitted into his body.
Lin An's mental power was already very strong.
But as this mental power entered his body, he felt an inexplicable enhancement.
So, these are the unique patterns of mutants?
Lin An couldn't help but marvel inwardly.
Just a touch could amplify mental power.
Unique and conspicuous.
With these patterns,
No wonder players in his previous life could easily identify mutants from ordinary people.
Wen Ya's cheeks were flushed.
To her, Lin An was continuously "caressing" her sensitive abdomen with his fingers, which was too much for her to handle.
Is this... foreplay?
Unlike Wen Ya's wild thoughts,
After confirming Wen Ya was indeed a legendary mutant,
Lin An was overjoyed, focused solely on this discovery.
He had not been very confident about defeating the [Stitcher].
Even though he knew of various treasures and psychic foods hidden in various places that could enhance his power,
The tight schedule might not allow him to retrieve them all.
With the strength of a first-tier awakened being, facing a top-tier second-tier mutant zombie was still too challenging.
But if Wen Ya could assist during the battle, replenishing his mental power,
His chances of success would significantly increase with frequent use of his awakening skills.
Before Lin An could speak,
Wen Ya seemed to realize something and glanced down at her abdomen, following Lin An's gaze.
Her delicate mouth opened slightly.
She stared at the pattern on her body, her eyes bewildered.
"What is this?"
Wen Ya pondered for only a moment before quickly understanding, thanks to her already strong mental power.
She had never gotten a tattoo.
Moreover, the pattern on her body occasionally flashed with a strange blood-red hue.
She recalled how Lin An initially ignored her, then suddenly saved her.
Now, his interest in the pattern made sense.
This indicated that what truly attracted Lin An was not her body, but the pattern.
Realizing she had misunderstood Lin An, Wen Ya felt a pang of guilt.
She had thought Lin An, like others who coveted her body, had ill intentions.
Thinking of her earlier wild thoughts, Wen Ya's already red cheeks turned even redder.
She looked like a ripe peach.
"The pattern on my body... is it useful to you?"
"Does it have some significance?"
Wen Ya suppressed her thoughts and couldn't help but tentatively ask Lin An.
Lin An was a bit surprised.
He hadn't expected Wen Ya to catch on so quickly before he even said anything.
He nodded slightly, not intending to hide anything.
Suddenly, he remembered something and decisively unbuttoned his own shirt.