Chapter 212 At only eighteen years old, he was called "Mahjong"...

Zhizhi was happily tossing two level-three zombies around when the vines whipped them around in circles.

The moment their round eyes caught sight of Lu Nange's injury, emerald green vines burst forth!

"Bang--!"

The vines wrapped around the head of the level-three zombie and slammed it against the head, causing the rotting flesh and brains to explode and black blood to splatter.

Using the recoil, Zhizhi rose into the air and landed lightly on Lu Nange's shoulder.

Chi Yanzhou glanced at the branch that had landed on Lu Nange's shoulder, his hand relentlessly blasting lightning at the level four zombie: "Leave it to me! Be careful yourself..."

"Chirp chirp chirp...!" The vines twisted angrily.

[Master, I'm here. I'm going to tear this filthy thing that hurt you to shreds, into pieces, like mincemeat...!]

Lu Nange looked at Chi Yanzhou: "Alright, you should be careful too."

She turned her head and gently stroked the vines, her voice suddenly turning cold: "Let's go, let's drag that rat out of the ditch!!"

Zhizhi called out to Chi Yanzhou, who was in the middle of a battle, "Chirp chirp chirp..."

[I'll protect my master, you kill it!]

Chi Yanzhou watched as Zhizhi waved its vines at him, its branches and leaves standing upright, looking fierce and puffed up, and guessed what it meant.

He compressed lightning into blazing white orbs in his hands, suppressing the convulsing level-four zombie: "I will definitely kill it."

The vines swayed gently: "Chirp chirp..."

[It's up to you!]

Lu Nange could only clutch the branch from her shoulder to her chest, lightly tapping her wavy hair with her fingers: "Let's go!"

The persistent mental fluctuations that had been launching a sneak attack vanished completely into the air as if evaporated.

Lu Nange lifted the branch back onto her shoulder with one hand, her mental energy scanning every corner like a radar, but she found nothing.

Wind blades flowed between her palms, and cyan energy flickered at her fingertips, ready to strike at any moment.

Suddenly, a warm energy flowed through his body—the wood-type superpower he shared with Zhizhi was surging along his meridians.

At the wound on his back, bright green spots twinkled like stars, and the torn flesh was healing and regenerating at a visible speed, with the new skin glowing with a faint life fluorescence.

As dusk spread like ink, Lu Nange walked further and further away. Wen Qing's searchlight illuminated the battlefield behind Lu Nange, but it couldn't reach the area where Lu Nange was.

She stood alone on the boundary between light and darkness—behind her was a battlefield of supernatural powers and deafening shouts of battle.

Before them lay a long, silent street swallowed by thick darkness.

The broken shop windows, like countless eyes, reflected a faint light, making the street seem like a gaping maw.

Something darted past in the shadows ahead.

Lu Nange instantly gave chase.

He wandered through the streets and alleys, but could never catch up with that elusive shadow.

"Chirp!" A twig suddenly rose from her shoulder, its tendrils sweeping across abandoned houses along the roadside. Lu Nange's wind blade followed closely behind, cleaving through the crumbling walls.

The bricks and stones collapsed with a crash, and dust rose everywhere—but there was not a trace of any living creature.

As they moved further and further away from the base, the mental fluctuations remained nowhere to be found.

Lu Nange's heart tightened: That damned thing might still be with A Ye and the others!

She abruptly stopped and sprinted back at full speed.

Just as they stepped into the pale white circle of the searchlight, the attacking mental force suddenly crashed down like a giant wave!

Lu Nange's mental energy instantly transformed into thousands of sharp needles, stabbing back at the same time, her figure rapidly approaching in a blur.

"Whoosh!" The vines stretched wildly in all directions, blocking the opponent's retreat.

In the flickering light, the figure finally came into focus—disheveled long hair covered most of the face, and beneath the tattered clothes was sickly pale skin.

It had no zombie crystal core, but it had a pair of eerily dark eyes.

"Are you controlling those zombies?" Lu Nange demanded sharply, a spinning wind blade gathering in her palm.

The boy stared blankly at Lu Nange, but the moment he felt the pressure of her mental energy, he opened his arms and rushed towards her: "Mom...Mom!"

Lu Nange dodged aside: "...Where did this lunatic come from?"

"Whoosh!" A wind blade pierced through the air, and the boy twisted his body to avoid it.

Lu Nange launched another mental attack, but it was like throwing a stone into the sea; the opponent didn't react at all!

"Mom...Mom..." The boy's eyes were filled with grievance as he mechanically repeated the words, approaching step by step.

Lu Nange unleashed seven wind blades in succession, but he dodged them all with superhuman flexibility.

"Chirp!" Zhizhi seized the opportunity to launch a sneak attack, her thorny vines wrapping around the boy's legs.

"Waaah... Mommy hurts..." The boy suddenly sobbed, his dark pupils glistening with tears.

"Smack!"

Lu Nange's temples throbbed, veins bulging on her forehead. She unleashed a powerful wind blade strike: "Who's your mother? One more word and I'll tear your mouth apart!"

This time, the boy neither dodged nor avoided the blow, taking it head-on, yet still stubbornly murmured, "Mom...Mom..."

In the next instant, Lu Nange unleashed her full killing move—a wind blade aimed straight for his throat, while her mental energy blasted towards his opponent!

But then the boy's body twisted, and he perfectly dodged once again...

He pressed closer and closer, while the vines entangled his limbs and dragged him backward, carving deep furrows in the ground.

"Nan Nan..."

"sister..."

When Chi Yanzhou and Lu Beiye arrived, they witnessed this absurd scene:

The boy cried out "Mom!" and moved forward, but his limbs were pulled backward by the vines. Lu Nange attacked as she retreated, her face filled with anger.

But Zhizhi is like an angry little gardener, desperately trying to uproot this "bad seed".

Upon hearing their voices, Lu Nange immediately turned around.

Boy: "Mom..."

Chi Yanzhou: "..."

Lu Beiye: "..."

"This guy's got a screw loose!" Lu Nange gritted her teeth.

Seeing the three talking, the boy rushed over impatiently...

But when she saw Lu Beiye's face clearly, she froze on the spot, her gaze shifting back and forth between the siblings.

"Mom...Mom..." He pointed at Lu Nange, then turned to Lu Beiye: "Brother...Brother..."

Lu Beiye: "I'm not your brother! If you call your sister 'Mom,' then I should be your uncle! Wait—"

He suddenly realized: "You idiot, where did my sister get a son your age?!"

The boy ignored them, dodging Zhizhi and Lu Nange's attacks while tilting his head to look at Chi Yanzhou, his eyes lighting up again: "Dad...Dad!"

Lu Nange: "..."

Lu Beiye: "..."

Chi Yanzhou: [This idiot isn't very bright, but he has a sharp eye!]

Lu Nange and her brother attacked simultaneously!

The boy leaped across the wall, his figure darting like a ghost to dodge the wind blades and golden darts. He even picked up a broken vine from the ground and handed it to Lu Nange ingratiatingly, saying, "Mom...Mom...don't be angry..."

"Whoosh whoosh!"

Lu Beiye fired his golden darts one after another, but the boy stubbornly held up the vine, letting the sharp blades graze his clothes.

When the vines lashed his arm, the wound and the scratch from Lu Beiye's dart healed at a speed visible to the naked eye!

Chi Yanzhou and Lu Nange exchanged a glance. Lightning condensed in Chi Yanzhou's palm into a blazing white spear, which pierced the boy's heart with a piercing explosion!