“Tank, Da Fu, come back.” Nan Muran spoke gently to the two little creatures, but they acted as if they hadn’t heard her, not moving an inch.

“Right now. Immediately. Come back.” Her tone turned slightly stern the second time.

The two little ones turned to look at their master, uncertain, their four round, glistening eyes adorably filled with inquiry.

Nan Muran blinked her own large, watery eyes at them in return, her tone softening as she said, “Be good, or I’ll have Xiao Liu toss you back into your room. Do you believe me?”

At that, the two quickly scrambled back onto the sofa, settling obediently on either side of her as if nothing had happened.

Bai Mei couldn’t help but comment from the side, “They’re practically sentient now.”

Si Ye looked at the soft and sweet Nan Muran on the couch, momentarily lost in thought.

Had he seen her somewhere before?

“Ranan, someone’s coming.” Jiawu suddenly looked toward one of the monitor screens.

Everyone standing in the living room quickly gathered around the four large wall-mounted surveillance monitors.

The front screen clearly displayed the open space in front of the mountainside villa.

From the direction Si Ye and the others had come, ten people gradually appeared on the open ground.

Nine of them were in full tactical gear, armed with hot weapons, looking alert and wary.

The tenth was a man, roughly 1.7 meters tall, with a slightly thin frame. He wore a professional black-and-gray mountaineering outfit, his appearance completely ordinary — the kind of person who could vanish in a crowd.

But inside the villa, Nan Muran’s gaze immediately locked onto him.

She hadn’t expected the underground lab’s people to send out a Level 2 beginner-tier psychic-type ability user so soon in this life.

And it was obvious — he had combat experience.

“He’s sensed us.”

As soon as Nan Muran said it, the man in the mountaineering gear suddenly fixed his eyes on the villa.

The ends of his eyes drooped, then slowly drew together, forming bloodthirsty patterns at the corners like blooming petals.

His voice was chilling, like a demon crawling out of hell: “I’ve found you.”

Seeing his terrifying appearance, Si Ye’s first instinct was to rush out and confront them. “We need to take them out right now.”

“No rush.” Nan Muran reached out to stop him. “If you don’t take care of that psychic-type first, you won’t be able to do anything.”

“Psychic-type?” the Eagle asked in confusion.

Nan Muran nodded, her smile unfathomable. “I won’t make a move yet.

I want you all to experience it — the pressure from a psychic-type ability user.”

The others frowned, not quite grasping her meaning.

Outside, the man began probing the area with his psychic powers. The results delighted him. Aside from the four escaped HG soldiers, he detected three other people and two animals.

At the same time, the nine mercenaries closed in on the villa with their weapons raised.

Nan Muran gently rotated her left hand, releasing a faint pulse of life energy. “Xiao Liu, retract all the vines and branches covering the villa.”

Outside, the rapidly retreating vines moved like a giant, squirming creature, startling the nine fully armed soldiers.

Only the psychic stood motionless, observing the eerie phenomenon with some curiosity.

The moment the vines fully dispersed, the villa was exposed in full view.

Nan Muran and her companions walked to the window.

When the villa had been renovated, all the half-moon and arc-shaped windows in the living room had been replaced with full panels of bulletproof glass.

Now, only a sheet of clear bulletproof glass separated the two sides, with perfect visibility in both directions.

The man outside smiled even more, then suddenly locked his eyes on the people inside.

“Ah—” Chen Dong, who was standing in front, screamed first, clutching his head in agony.

Then came Wang Qiang, the Eagle, Jiawu, and Si Ye.

The overwhelming psychic pressure from the enemy made them all stagger from the pain.

Only Nan Muran stood calm and unaffected, watching the man with dispassion.

The man outside, after his initial successful assault, finally noticed her. Slightly stunned, he met her eyes.

Nan Muran’s lips curled into a subtle, crazed smile. She had been waiting for this very moment.

In a duel between psychic-type ability users, the most deadly attack came in the instant of eye contact.

As their gazes met, Nan Muran released her powerful spiritual energy with full force, crashing into the man’s mind.

Then she unleashed a constant torrent of psychic pressure.

In an instant, the man — who moments before had been full of confidence — suddenly exploded in a spray of blood.

By the time his body hit the ground, his head had completely vanished, leaving only a blood-gushing neck the size of a bowl.

Not just the mercenaries outside, even Si Ye and the others inside the villa were stunned by the sudden, gory sight.

But Nan Muran only turned calmly and said, “Now you can go out.”

Jiawu exhaled deeply and followed the other four out of the villa.

Nan Muran remained by the window, watching everything unfold outside.

She watched Si Ye seize an enemy’s gun barehanded and shoot them.

She watched the Eagle slit an opponent’s throat with his knife. She watched their bloody, hand-to-hand combat without interfering in the slightest.

In her past life, right here in this villa, Chen Dong, Qiangzi, the Eagle, Jiawu, and Bai Mei had all died in that battle.

This time, they had to take revenge themselves, for the selves who died so tragically in the previous life.

“Dongzi, watch out!” the Eagle shouted in alarm when a mercenary raised his gun, aiming for the back of Chen Dong’s head.

Everyone’s expression changed at the sudden threat, but it was too late to help.

They could only watch as the bullet fired — only to freeze midair for a moment, then shift direction and strike the shooter right between the eyes.

As the mercenary fell dead with a bullet to the forehead, Si Ye looked in disbelief at Nan Muran still standing quietly inside the villa.

She sensed his gaze and tilted her head slightly, returning a flawless, radiant smile.

For the first time, Si Ye and the others truly understood just how terrifying an ability user in the apocalypse could be.

Against someone like Nan Muran, even the best elite soldiers like Head Wolf stood no chance.

With the psychic eliminated, and a demon king like Nan Muran backing up Head Wolf’s team and Jiawu, the outcome of the battle was beyond doubt.

“Throw the bodies off the cliff,” the Eagle said to Si Ye, glancing at the bloody corpses all over the ground.

But Si Ye instinctively turned to look at Nan Muran, still standing silently inside.

At that moment, countless vines extended from the ground before the villa, wrapping around each corpse and dragging them away.

When it was all over, the vines once again surrounded the entire villa tightly, sealing every gap.

As dawn broke and darkness faded, everything reached toward the sunlight.

“Let’s head back,” Jiawu said casually, already used to such scenes.

The others suppressed their inner shock and nodded silently.

At that moment, countless questions welled up in Si Ye’s mind. He wanted to ask Nan Muran, but didn’t even know where to begin.