Chapter 13: Mysterious Patterns

Lin An's exceptionally good eyesight noticed that Wen Ya was about to be pulled off the car roof by a zombie.

He couldn't help but frown slightly.

If Wen Ya were just an ordinary person, he naturally wouldn't care.

But if she's a suspected mutant, it would be a shame for her to die.

Of course, the premise is that she could be useful to him.

"Power Burst!"

Lin An let out a low shout.

A pale golden light flashed around him, and with waves of strange undulations his power surged.

After activating his talent, his speed became extremely fast, his figure darting like a black phantom on the highway.

In an extremely short time he covered a hundred meters, rushing to the vicinity of the RV.

Wen Ya was violently torn by the zombie's brute strength, half her body already fallen off the car roof.

Lin An's gaze was icy,

He suddenly exerted force with his right hand, and the Nepalese curved blade in his hand flew out instantly.

The blade whistled as it spun, and under Lin An's powerful control it precisely severed the hair that was being torn from Wen Ya.

"Ha!"

The blade chopped into the vehicle body, sinking halfway in.

The tremendous force even lifted the vehicle body by about a palm's length.

"Rushing Punch!"

Lin An expressionless, he threw another punch.

The fierce wind sound tore through the air, directly piercing the head of the nearest zombie.

"Bang!"

Like piercing a water balloon.

Brain matter mixed with blood exploded.

Before the remaining zombies could react.

After he activated Power Burst, with strength up to 14 points he easily smashed the heads of the remaining zombies.

In just two seconds, enough to make ordinary people despair, the corpse horde was easily dealt with by Lin An.

Confirming that all the zombies were dead.

Lin An casually shook off the blood on his hand, then calmly looked at Wen Ya lying on the car roof.

Wen Ya had not yet come to her senses.

Her hair was disheveled, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

Having just walked through the gates of hell, she was drenched in sweat all over.

Her fitted, finely crafted clothing clung tightly to her body, revealing her fine figure.

She looked at Lin An in shock, her delicate mouth slightly open, unable to speak for a moment.

"Too strong!"

The scene before her eyes seemed like a dream, making it hard to believe.

"One punch to shatter the skull……"

"Brutal, decisive."

She had no doubt that if that punch landed on an ordinary person, it would likely shatter them into powder.

"You are…… just now……"

Wen Ya was very nervous.

After careful identification.

She recognized Lin An.

The sight of that black motorcycle, its exhaust whizzing by, left a deep impression on her.

Lin An wore all-black combat gear, tall and strong, with combat boots, giving him a somewhat aloof appearance.

Killing four zombies was easy for Lin An.

Aside from some blood on his right hand, his clothing remained spotless.

Lin An did not reply.

He merely scanned Wen Ya's body with his eyes unabashedly, as if admiring a fine artwork.

This was still his first time seeing a legendary mutant.

Although, in a sense, he himself is one as well.

Nothing special.

Lin An looked her over from head to toe.

Apart from being calmer than an ordinary person, Wen Ya before him was no different from anyone else.

Lin An remained silent, and she dared not speak.

Wen Ya half-lay on the car roof, lips tightly pressed, not daring to move a muscle.

Even though her mental fortitude was considerably stronger than an ordinary person's.

But anyone who witnessed Lin An's move just now, and the shattered skulls scattered on the ground, would be too frightened to speak.

Although Lin An saved her, she still dared not let her guard down.

Clearly, Lin An's gaze toward her was pure and clear, with no desire.

Yet inexplicably it made her feel somewhat fearful.

In Lin An's eyes, she saw no trace of desire, as if she were merely an object.

"Take off your clothes."

Lin An spoke coldly, without hesitation, to Wen Ya, issuing the command as an order.

He had just carefully examined Wen Ya, discovering that there was no way to tell from her appearance whether she was a mutant.

If that's the case, then we'll use the method from my past life.

In my past life's memory, there is a method to accurately verify a mutant's identity.

Before the Apocalypse broke out, mutants weren't particularly special.

But as long as the player template is loaded, under the system's power, purple patterns will appear on their bodies.

Like a curse.

These patterns differ from ordinary tattoos; even without any pictures of mutants' patterns, the information leaks out.

Anyone who has seen them is absolutely convinced.

Only mutants could possibly have such patterns.

Therefore, as long as Lin An sees the pattern, he can be 100% certain that Wen Ya is a mutant.

Lin An's voice was not loud, yet in her ears it sounded like thunder.

Upon hearing Lin An's words, Wen Ya's body shuddered violently.

She bit her lip tightly, her face devoid of color.

As expected……

She let out a bitter laugh.

Helpless and powerless, she clenched the hem of her clothes with both hands, unwilling to take them off.

"Tsk."

Lin An walked forward impatiently, one hand pulling out the Nepalese curved knife embedded in the vehicle's body.

His gaze was icy.

He guessed Wen Ya's thoughts, but had no intention of explaining anything.

He had no patience, nor any obligation to speak and explain.

Wen Ya's gaze fell on the blade covered in bloodstains, as if her heart were dead.

Lin An's terrifying strength left her with no will to resist.

Moreover, without Lin An's intervention, she would have long since turned into a pile of bones.

"Shush."

She silently removed her outer garment, then lifted her head to meet Lin An's gaze.

Her body, stripped of the upper garment, was pure white, like smooth milk.

The two locked eyes; Wen Ya's gaze was stubborn and resolute.

Lin An paid no heed, stepping closer two paces and lowering his head to look at her lower abdomen.

The distance between them was extremely close.

At this distance, Wen Ya could even feel Lin An's hurried breath and scorching gaze.

Scorching hot like a branding iron.

Having never been this close to a man before, her ears instantly flushed red and her body trembled.

Lin An paid no attention to the details.

At this moment, his gaze was drawn to the strange pattern, his eyes filled with fascination.

A dark purple pattern was imprinted on Wen Ya's smooth, flat lower abdomen, with occasional fleeting flashes of red within the lines.

The pattern was mysterious, making the heart race.

At a glance, it seemed as if the soul were being swallowed whole.

He couldn't help but reach out, his fingertip lightly touching the pattern.

The skin was fine and smooth, like silk.

Each time a fleeting flash of red on the pattern brushed his fingertip, a faint surge of mental power flowed into his body.

Lin An's mental power was already extremely strong.

Yet after this mental power entered his body, he faintly felt it strengthening.

Is this the unique pattern exclusive to mutants?

Lin An couldn't help but admire it.

Merely touching it produced an amplifying effect on mental power.

Unique, conspicuous.

With this kind of pattern present.

No wonder, in my past life, players who hunted mutants everywhere could easily find them among ordinary people.

Wen Ya's cheeks were flushed red.

In her perception, Lin An kept rubbing her sensitive lower abdomen with his fingers back and forth, which really made her feel overwhelmed.

Could this be considered… foreplay?

Unlike Wen Ya's wild imaginings.

After confirming that Wen Ya was the legendary mutant.

At this moment, Lin An's heart held nothing else, filled with wild joy.

Originally, he had little confidence in killing the Suturer.

Even though he knew of many ways to boost his strength—hidden treasures and spiritual-energy foods scattered across various places.

But under the pressing time, it may not be possible to obtain all of them.

With the strength of a first-level Awakened One, to contend with second-level, even top-tier mutant zombies of the second level.

Still too much of a strain.

But if Wen Ya assists in battle, spiritual power can be replenished.

Frequent use of the awakening skill actually adds quite a bit to his chances of victory.

Before Lin An could even speak.

Wen Ya seemed to sense something, and following Lin An's gaze, she looked at her own lower abdomen.

Her delicate mouth opened slightly.

She looked in surprise at the patterns on her body, her eyes momentarily dazed.

"What is this?"

Wen Ya only pondered for a moment; she, who already possessed strong spiritual power, quickly understood.

She had never tattooed her body.

Moreover, the patterns on her body occasionally flashed with a strange blood-red hue.

She recalled how Lin An initially couldn't be bothered with her, then suddenly reached out to save her.

Now he is also so interested in the patterns.

This shows that what truly attracts Lin An is not her body, but the patterns.

Thinking that she had misunderstood Lin An, Wen Ya suddenly felt a bit guilty.

She also thought Lin An was like those who lusted after her body, harboring ill intentions toward her.

She also thought of her previous random thoughts, and Wen Ya's originally rosy cheeks became even redder.

It was rather like a ripe peach.

"The patterns on my body... are they useful to you?"

"Does it have any meaning?"

Wen Ya quickly suppressed her various thoughts, unable to resist probing and asking Lin An.

Lin An was somewhat surprised.

Didn't expect Wen Ya to react so quickly; he hadn't even spoken yet and she had guessed it.

He gave a slight nod, not intending to hide anything.

But he suddenly thought of something, then decisively undid his own clothing.