"What were you doing just now?"
Dean Wang's voice trembled slightly; he had only caught a glimpse of a green light above his head out of the corner of his eye.
Then an indescribable feeling gathered in my head.
It felt very comfortable, and there was no aggression whatsoever, but he still got goosebumps all over his body.
I felt like I had just been scanned by light.
There is no privacy at all.
"Let's see if you have any superpowers."
Bai Xizhu calmly gestured to Leng Yebai that the purple lightning wrapped around his hand could be put away.
This is an ordinary person through and through.
Whether they are superhumans, zombies, or mutated animals, they all have a crystal core in their brains.
Ordinary people don't have that.
Wood-based supernatural abilities are very gentle; they can travel through a person's body or gently remain in the brain for a period of time.
If he were a superhuman, Bai Xizhu would be able to sense energy fluctuations in Dean Wang's head.
But Bai Xizhu felt nothing; his mind was completely calm, devoid of any supernatural abilities.
"Do I have superpowers?"
Dean Wang suddenly looked at Bai Xizhu with expectant eyes.
It's incredibly difficult for ordinary people to survive in the apocalypse. If they had superpowers, life would be a little more comfortable.
Without superpowers, the best-case scenario would be to work as an ordinary laborer in a very humane and safe base, earning a small amount of money.
He doesn't have any special abilities yet, but what if he just hasn't discovered them yet?
You still have to have dreams, what if you see a ghost?
"No." Bai Xizhu shook her head.
"……oh."
Dean Wang responded with a disappointed tone.
"Are you alright?"
When Bai Anhai and the others arrived, panting, they only saw the refined old man before them.
"It's nothing." Bai Xizhu shook her head, then turned to Dean Wang and asked, "Why are you here? Why didn't you go to the safe base?"
“I have nowhere else to go. I have my son. My son… is a little different from others. He can’t go to the safe base.” Dean Wang’s face showed a trace of vicissitude. “I created this place with my own hands. I can’t bear to leave. My son and I live in a house not far away. My son often runs away and doesn’t come back. He hasn’t come back for several days. I came to see if he is here.”
As Dean Wang spoke, he pulled a photograph out of his pocket. “Have you seen him? His name is Wang Ge, he is my son, and he… is a little different from others.”
A father would never admit that his son is mentally ill.
Having a son late in life, his only relative, Dean Wang never thought his son was mentally ill; he was just different from other children.
It's definitely not a mental illness!
In the photo, a dirty boy is lying on the ground, covered in dirt, his face turned toward the sun, seemingly enjoying the warmth it brings him.
"Your son?"
Bai Xizhu recognized him at a glance; he was the young man she had met yesterday who had mistaken her for a peach tree.
"Have you seen him?"
Dean Wang instantly became excited, staring intently at Bai Xizhu.
“I saw him near Baiyang Village yesterday, but I don’t know much about him now,” Bai Xizhu said.
That child was indeed different from others.
"Great! I'll go find him right now!"
Dean Wang nodded excitedly at Bai Xizhu and was about to walk outside.
"Dean Wang, do you know whose territory this is?" Bai Xizhu asked.
Dean Wang raised an eyebrow, put his hands on his hips, and smiled slightly, replying in a serious tone, "Of course it's my territory! I'm the dean! My family has been practicing traditional Chinese medicine and acupuncture for eighteen generations, capable of bringing the dead back to life and healing bones!"
Dean Wang became animated as he spoke about his achievements.
He even pulled a small wooden box out of his pocket, inside which were gleaming silver needles.
Dean Wang looked around and locked onto Bai Yifan.
"Young man, you look a bit weak. Would you like me to treat you? It's very affordable," Dean Wang said with a smile, looking at Bai Yifan. "You have to trust my skills. My family lineage traces back to Hua Tuo, my skills are top-notch!"
Bai Yifan's face twitched, and he waved his hand with a serious expression. "Dean, I don't think I'm afraid. I can eat three bowls of rice in one go, and running ten kilometers is easier than drinking water!"
A man should never admit to being weak.
"Tsk!" Dean Wang glanced at Bai Yifan with regret, silently put the wooden box back into his pocket, and sighed deeply. "Alright! It's okay if it gets worse in the future. My ancestors were trained by Hua Tuo, who could bring the dead back to life and heal the wounded. Even if it gets serious, I can cure you!"
After saying that, Dean Wang gently patted Bai Yifan, seemingly to comfort him.
Bai Yifan: ...
There's a swear word I'm not sure if I should say it.
"So you're the one who tied up the madman inside?" Bai Xizhu raised an eyebrow.
Whoever owns this territory determines who tied up the madman inside.
Judging from Dean Wang's appearance, he can't even beat Bai Yifan, so he simply doesn't have that kind of ability.
"No, no!" Dean Wang shook his head vigorously, then suddenly wiped away a tear. "I'm helpless too!"
With tears welling in his eyes, Dean Wang glanced at the mental hospital building and began to recount the changes he had experienced.
"On the other side of the world, all the mental patients were very quiet, but the doctors and nurses were different. Some of them turned into zombies, biting people everywhere. The mental patients, who were quiet at first, also began to become manic..."
Thinking back to that day, Dean Wang felt utterly horrified.
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