The overwhelming zombies surrounded from all sides, the foremost layer was chopped and scorched, the zombies behind them swarmed over the corpses of the zombies in front of them, the last bit of psychic energy had been used up, while the zombie team could not see the end, He Wenlin closed her eyes in despair

　　In a daze, He Wenlin was too exhausted to open her eyes, but when she regained consciousness, she was still a bit incredulous, she didn't expect to be alive after being surrounded by tens of thousands of lost swarms.

　　Did someone save her?

　　With her thoughts running, she could gradually hear footsteps coming and going in her ears, as well as the sounds of gargling and flushing, a discovery that alarmed her.

　　After the end of the world, everyone is vigilant, lest the slightest sound will attract zombie attacks, walking hate to be on tiptoe just to walk quietly, where dare to make such a big noise, water is a precious resource, most people even clean water is not enough to drink, but they can be randomly flushed, what exactly are these people?

　　He Wenlin struggled to open her eyes, the first thing she saw was the ceiling that was less than a meter away from her, and with a startled heart, she sat up with a prancing motion, only to find out that something was wrong, and that she was actually sleeping on the upper bunk of a group home.

　　He Wenlin vigilantly surveyed the surrounding, this dormitory a total of three upper and lower bunks, into a concave shape, the beds are covered with quilts, across the middle of the beds backed by a three-meter-high yellow cabinets, and against one wall, on the other side of the aisle to leave a person to walk.

　　Front to the side of the window is placed on the side of a peeling paint old rotten wooden table, the table surface is corroded uneven, looks dirty, the top with a few posters pasted to cover the desktop, put a few mirrors and cups, the dormitory is obviously apartments converted into, He Wenlin is just one of the small dormitory.

　　Look at look, He Wenlin will be suspicious, here is too familiar, after high school, she was sent by her great uncle and great aunt to study in the high school outside the city, freshman and sophomore girls live in this dormitory building against the street, but freshman year she lived in the inner room, sophomore year to change the dormitory, only to the outer room.

　　But why is she here?

　　Is it a dream?

　　Without hesitation, He Wenlin raised her hand and slapped herself, numbing stinging pain coming from her face.

　　No, no, it's not a dream!

　　Suddenly, hearing footsteps walk in, He Wenlin's whole body tensed up and stared at the aisle, a girl walked in with a washcloth, seeing that she was still sitting on the bed, she was surprised and said, "He Wenlin, why haven't you gotten up yet, you're going to be late."

　　He Wenlin's pupils tightened, she recognized this girl, her high school classmate, Zhou Yan, because of her high school career, the only girl who showed kindness to her, after the end of the world she also saved Zhou Yan quite a few times because of this.

　　But why is Zhou Yan here? And still in high school?

　　What the hell is going on here?

　　He Wenlin's heart was alarmed, but her face did not move, she stared at Zhou Yan, trying to see something from her face, but the young face with a little bit of baby fat was calm and natural, without the panic and numbness after the doomsday, followed by several other girls also came in one after another with towels, obviously just came back from washing up, those four girls only glanced at her, did not say anything, and packed up their things, and then took their books and went away in pairs.

　　"Zhou Yan, are you still not leaving?" One of the girls walked to the door and saw that Zhou Yan hadn't gone out yet and shouted impatiently.

　　He Wenlin remembers her too, Li Na, her classmate after the division of arts and sciences, arguably the person who hated her the most throughout her high school career, though she never knew why.

　　"Just coming just coming, wait for me." Zhou Yan looks like she's only just come back to her senses, hurriedly hitching the towel to the rope tied around the bed and going to get her school bag hanging in the corner of the bed, hesitating before leaving, she still says to her, "He Wenlin, you hurry up and finish getting it done too, it's only ten minutes to class."

　　Classes?

　　Hearing this distant term, He Wenlin was in a bit of a trance, after the end of the world, even survival was a problem, where was the talk of attending classes or not.

　　He Wenlin hesitated for a moment, but still climbed down from the ladder and didn't go out rashly, but guardedly scrutinized all three dormitories and the two toilets in the entire apartment to make sure there was no abnormality, locked the door, and returned to her own small dormitory.

　　When he saw the mirror on the table, he suddenly had a change of heart and couldn't help but pick up the mirror on the table, inhale deeply, and slowly raise the mirror to his eyes.

　　In the mirror was a very young and beautiful face, with delicate features and fair and watery skin, the face neither had any poisonous spots that were illuminated by the poisonous light after the end of the world, nor was it dry and peeling due to dehydration, and no matter how many times He Wenlin touched it with her hands, the feeling of touching it was still smooth and elastic.

　　Even though she knew that this was probably an illusion created by someone else, He Wenlin couldn't help her eyes from burning up when she looked at the image in the mirror.

　　"It's not an illusion oh!" A voice suddenly rang in his ears, or a man's voice.

　　Startled, He Wenlin turned violently and drank, "Who?"

　　She searched the entire dormitory once more, and she was still alone, but this time He Wenlin didn't dare to relax.

　　Surely this was an illusion created by someone else, and the other party was a psychic ability alien?

　　She tensed her body and looked around warily, and her hands began to release thunderbolts, but she soon realized to her horror that she couldn't release her powers.

　　How is that possible?

　　Eagerly, she tried several more times to force the use of her powers, and still nothing happened.

　　"Don't try, you haven't awakened your powers yet, you're just an ordinary person." The voice sounded again.

　　"Who the hell is it?" She was in a state of shock and rage, looking around for a weapon, but couldn't find a single thing that could be used as a weapon, and this feeling of defenselessness made her panic even more.

　　"Don't be afraid, look at your left hand first." The voice said.

　　He Wenlin spread out her left hand in disbelief and looked down quickly, then, fixated, only to see that there was an additional peculiar fire-red pattern in the palm of her left hand, unable to tell if it was an animal or a word, the pattern was irregularly shaped and not small in size, occupying almost her entire palm.

　　He Wenlin was shocked and wiped her hand, the pattern was as if it was born on her skin, without a bit of discoloration.

　　What is this thing? Why is it in her hand?

　　"I'm in the pattern in your left hand." The voice said, "Now you close your eyes, put your spirit into your palm, and think about going inside."

　　He Wenlin knew that it was useless to defend herself without supernormal abilities, and that the other party would crush herself as if she were an ant, so she listened to the voice's guidance, closed her eyes, and began to put her spirit into her palm, reciting "go in" in her heart.

　　Then, a searing burning pain came to her palms, and before she could react, she felt dizzy and opened her eyes again to find herself in an empty house of about sixty square feet.