Chapter 86: My Chicken Drumstick, My Egg!!

So, crossing this bridge was to get back my parents’ notebook?

Looking at the leather-bound cover in hand, Lin Mu opened it and took a glance. The first page had familiar handwriting, completely intact.

The usually cold and indifferent eyes softened slightly with a hint of a smile, and the corners of his lips lifted gently.

They drove straight back to the small courtyard, with the car loaded with a considerable amount of weapons and food. Since they knew they were leaving, the entire load of goods, including the SUV, was given to the group.

The happiest of all was He Ze, who had picked up an oversized black canvas camping bag from the mall, along with a large stash of snacks. The bag was packed to the brim, and he cheerfully carried it inside to count his spoils.

Lin Mu and Fu Jingmo lingered behind. Fu Jingmo still needed to go to the monitoring hall to oversee the arrangements for the safety zone’s future plans.

The person walking alongside stopped in his tracks. The young man had delicate, handsome features, and when he smiled, the faint tear mole at the corner of his eye became particularly striking.

Fu Jingmo hadn’t gone off to the monitoring hall all this time because he was waiting for Lin Mu to speak.

He was calculating in his mind, Hmm, shouldn’t you thank your brother? You were upset yesterday, but today you still have to thank me.

“I want to ask your opinion about something. I’m thinking of telling He Ze and Rangchen about the space ability.”

They would be traveling together, setting off on the same road. Rather than hiding things along the way, it was better to choose trust. Besides, the fact that Shen Rangchen had used a talisman on him made Lin Mu trust him a bit more.

“You decide,” Fu Jingmo said.

Fu Jingmo had no objections. Even if the day came when others found out, he would still protect Lin Mu.

“Alright, then I’ll tell them later.”

Lin Mu looked at him and gave a slight nod, signaling that he could go about his business.

“…”

“Is that all?”

“Yes.”

“…Alright then, I’ll head out.”

The tall figure pushed open the wooden gate of the small courtyard, and a playful glimmer flashed in the young man’s eyes.

“Fu Jingmo, thank you.”

The sturdy military boots paused for a moment. That cold, indifferent sentence instantly sent a surge of joy through Major Fu’s heart, like a C9 explosion. Pretending to be calm, he waved his hand dismissively as he walked away.

“Tsk, it’s nothing.”

In the living room, He Ze sat on the sofa with his large bag in front of him, pulling out snacks one by one.

“1, 2, 3, 4… 12!! Twelve chicken drumsticks, one a day, I can eat them for 12 days. If I eat one every two days, that’s 24 days. If I ration them carefully, I can make them last a month! Amazing.”

“And my dear little braised eggs, 2, 4, 6…”

After working hard all day, he really wished he could have brought the whole supermarket home, though in the end, he had to reluctantly leave behind many tasty little treasures due to lack of space.

“Hey, Xiao Chenchen, you’re not packing any food. Don’t even think about eating mine later.”

Shen Rangchen was busy fiddling with his talisman papers on the side. Upon hearing this, he glanced up at He Ze and gave a light scoff.

Jade-white fingers touched the talisman paper, and a small white jade bottle rested on the right side. With a light tap of two fingers at the bottle’s mouth, a drop of black ink fell onto the fingertips.

Then, with a swift and fluid movement in midair, the moment the final stroke landed, a dark black talisman appeared, streaked with tiny flecks of gold. It flew straight towards the talisman paper, as if stamping it, and the drawn talisman was instantly imprinted onto it.

“Impressive.”

Lin Mu’s voice came from the doorway. He cast a glance at He Ze, who was munching on a chicken drumstick, and then looked at the focused Shen Rangchen.

Yes, the disparity of the world couldn’t be avoided, even in the apocalypse.

“Mumu, I’ll give you a drumstick!”

He Ze pulled out a chicken drumstick — only Lin Mu could have one!

…Thinking back to the last time at the supermarket, Lin Mu recalled that he had probably stuffed at least a hundred drumsticks into his space. He had grabbed a dozen from every brand. Lin Mu shook his head and declined.

“I have something I want to tell you all.”

Seeing his serious expression, Shen Rangchen paused what he was doing and turned to look at him.

Lin Mu reached out and waved his hand over the snacks on the table, and the chicken drumsticks and braised eggs disappeared into thin air.

“What the—!! My drumsticks, my eggs!!”

He Ze froze for a moment, then let out a wail of despair. If it weren’t for Lin Mu, he would have already rolled up his sleeves, ready to fight.

“Mumu!! You can’t just do whatever you want with my eggs just because I’m your favorite, boohoo!!”

The tough guy broke down in tears, kicking his legs helplessly while lying on the sofa.

“I didn’t make them disappear,” Lin Mu replied, flicking his wrist again, and the chicken drumsticks all came raining down on He Ze.

“I have a space ability, uh, I can store a lot of things in it, and I can also take them out.”

…

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The air fell silent for a moment. Shen Rangchen nodded and said, “That’s impressive, it allows you to store a lot of supplies.”

“Yes, once we set off, we can gather more supplies, and we’ll be able to take everything with us.”

“Also, if a person with a space ability is killed, all their stored supplies will drop. Even though this isn’t my exact ability, if others find out, some might want to kill me for the resources.”

He Ze finally snapped out of his shock, hugging his chicken drumsticks as he sat up.

“…Mumu, this ability drops loot when you die? Aren’t you basically a walking Level 3 backpack!!”

“Mm, that’s an accurate description.”

Shen Rangchen shot a disdainful glance at He Ze. “So dumb. That’s why no one can know about this ability.”

“I’m not an idiot, you fake goody-goody,” He Ze retorted.

He Ze waved his fist at Shen Rangchen.

“Alright, you two… have fun, I’m heading back to my room to do some research.”

Lin Mu glanced at the two of them, shook his head, and stood up. His rational mind told him it was best to keep his distance.

“Hey, He Ze, do me a favor.”

“What? No time.”

“It’s very simple.” A talisman flew from between two fingers, heading straight for He Ze’s forehead.

“You!!!” The rest of his words were abruptly cut off—He Ze couldn’t move.

Shen Rangchen ignored the murderous glare He Ze shot at him, calmly dusting off his hands and said, “Hmm, let’s see how long my newly modified immobilization talisman works.”

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By the time Fu Jingmo returned, the sky had already darkened.

As he pushed open the door, he saw Lin Mu sitting on the bed with his eyes closed, likely having entered into his consciousness.

Just as I thought, once coaxed, he came back. So obedient.

Satisfied, Fu Jingmo went to take a shower. When he came out, Lin Mu had already opened his eyes.

“What’s wrong?” Fu Jingmo asked.

The tall, long-legged man wore only a pair of pants, flip-flops on his feet, and droplets of water clung to his bare chest, trickling down his toned muscles and disappearing into the waistband of his pants.

With his head slightly lowered, he used a towel to wipe his dripping hair, and his arms and shoulders forming smooth, defined lines. Lin Mu was momentarily distracted by the sight.

He quickly averted his gaze and cleared his throat. “Uh, I promised last time to plant some flowers and greenery for Xiao Yuan to keep it company, so I just went to plant a few.”

Thinking of the vegetables now in the ground, he smiled. “I planted tomatoes, strawberries, and peppers. I hope it likes them.”

If they’re edible, I’d like them too, Lin Mu thought to himself.

“Mm,” Fu Jingmo responded as he tossed the towel aside and sat down on the edge of the bed.

“We’ll leave tomorrow, heading to Shancheng (Mountain City).”