Chapter 6 Entering the House

Lin Mu struggling, and finally managed to get up and move to the courtyard gate. These few steps drained all his strength.

The cold rain slid across the tip of his nose and flowed down his cheeks, diluting the fresh red blood on his lips.

His hands, with distinct joints, tightly grasped his chest, where there was a tearing sensation.

With a barely audible tremor, he squeezed out a word.
“Who?”

“Oh, someone is here. Can I stay overnight?”
A voice came from outside the door, neither fast nor slow, tinged with a hint of amusement.

The rain continued to pour, and the thunder didn’t stop. In such a remote place, with someone arriving late at night, especially considering his current condition, things weren’t looking good.

Lin Mu stood like a vigilant cat, with all his fur standing on end.
He reached out and opened the surveillance inside the door. The person outside seemed to have already known he would do this, and raised his head slightly towards the surveillance camera.

Half of his face was buried in the raincoat, but it was still evident that his features were exceptional.

The person took something out of his pocket and shook it in front of the surveillance camera.
“You open the door first for you to see. I’m a good person, you know.”

To conceal his whereabouts, Lin Mu hadn’t turned on the lights in the courtyard or outside the door since it got dark, so the surveillance only captured a blurry image.
“Sorry, but this place… isn’t suitable for people to stay.”

The pain rapidly drained Lin Mu’s strength, causing his complexion to grow even paler. He clenched his teeth tightly, emitting a creaking sound.

The person outside the door showed no intention of leaving and shamelessly said, “But I don’t feel like walking anymore. If you don’t open the door, I’ll just come in myself.”

Lin Mu had a strong intuition that this person indeed had such ability.
Being able to find this place alone late at night, regardless of where they came from, indicated that they were not an ordinary person.

He took a breath, attempting to suppress the taste of blood in his mouth.

However, in that instant, it seemed like the tree in his chest had gained the upper hand, tearing his heart apart with intense pain.

With a sudden “thud,” he knelt down and uncontrollably curled up, lying on the ground.

Blood spurted out from his mouth, and his fingers dug deeply into his chest. He even felt that the blood was mixed with the minced flesh and blood of his heart.

‘Is this…dying?’

His cold eyes could no longer hold on and slowly closed, as if death was not so terrifying…

“Hey, if you won’t speak, I’ll come in myself.”

The dark sky was like thick ink, and the splattered raindrops dirtied his face.

Before losing consciousness, Lin Mu thought, there really are such shameless people.

Despite the loud rain, Fu Jingmo still heard the sound of someone falling. He lightly jumped and reached the wall, using it as leverage to climb up.

Taking advantage of the faint light seeping through the glass house.

He saw the young man who had just rudely chased him away, now lying silently on the ground, with a faint smell of blood in the damp air.

The young man was handsome, his pale face contrasting with the bloodstains at the corners of his mouth, and there was a deep wound on his fingertip.

Fu Jingmo clicked his tongue, jumped off the wall, and lifted the person up, unceremoniously entering the house.

The young man in his arms squirmed uncomfortably when he was lifted, furrowing his brows tightly all the way, and even in his unconscious state, he remained vigilant.

He sneered, passed through the living room, and went straight upstairs.

The room on the left side of the second floor was locked, while the one on the right was open.

He kicked open the door and found that the room was quite spacious, with a separate bathroom.

The room had many framed artworks placed against the walls, with an 18 inch-sized wooden bed in the center.

Fu Jingmo threw the person onto the bed and turned to the wardrobe to find a set of pajamas for him to change into. He also found a set for himself without hesitation, then took a few minutes to take a shower.

“Lin Mu…”

There were many books in the room that Lin Mu usually read. Fu Jingmo casually flipped through them and easily discovered the young man’s name.

He returned to the bedside and carefully observed this delicate person.

The sleeping person furrowed his brows slightly, his face showing an abnormal flush. Fu Jingmo had felt his high body temperature when he held him.

Fu Jingmo took a fever-reducing medicine from his bag and fed it to the person.

Having a fever at this point in time was not a simple matter of having a fever. He put away his playful smile and his expression turned somewhat serious.

There was a strange scent emanating from Lin Mu’s body, with a hint of… the smell of grass and trees.

It wasn’t the feeling of a mutation, but having a fever was one of the signs of awakening an ability, which was contradictory and strange.

The only thing that could be confirmed was that he hadn’t turned into a zombie.

After pondering for a moment, Fu Jingmo realized that his knowledge of the situation was very limited. He could only observe slowly for now.

He lifted the blanket and casually lay down on the other side of the bed.

The other room was locked, so they had to squeeze together. He seemed to have forgotten how he had “entered the room” just now.

He put away his smile, revealing a thoughtful expression on his cold face.

Tonight, in the woods, something unexpected happened right before his eyes.

According to the encrypted document issued by the organization, the spread of the mutation to Yichang City was supposed to happen three days later.

But everything happened earlier.

Perhaps, human beings are less resistant to mutations than expected.　　

After all, this is an unexplained “virus” that has never appeared before.

He extended his hand, and a black mist condensed in his palm. He controlled the mist, playing with it in his hand, seemingly appearing out of thin air.

“Umm…”

Lin Mu curled up, perhaps feeling uneasy about the unfamiliar power emanating from Fu Jingmo in the air. He buried his heads in the blanket.

In the instant that Lin Mu made a sound, Fu Jingmo had already dissipated the black mist in his hand.

He tilted his head and glanced at Lin Mu, a hint of light flickering in his dark eyes. “Tsk, quite vigilant.”

After a while, Fu Jingmo withdrew his gaze, but something unusual caught his attention in his peripheral vision.

He pulled out Lin Mu’s hand that was slightly exposed under the blanket, and the wound was gone…