Chapter 654 – The Color-Changing “Jellyfish”

In the depths of the alley, this mental ability superhuman walked alone in the middle of the road, cautiously moving forward.

Even though he was sensing with his psychic power, seeing the mess of the small shops on either side of the road made him feel a bit anxious.

Under the tilted shelves and behind the glass doors stained with dark brown blood, it always felt like something was watching him.

“It’s okay, as long as I can sense their whereabouts, these injuries will be worth it. Don’t get nervous, focus…”

The superhuman was silently reciting this to himself, but his expression suddenly changed. He slowly turned his head and directed his gaze toward a shop on his side.

Although it was just for a moment, he definitely felt something…

In the dim light, this little shop looked utterly lifeless. Inside the broken window, a crooked mannequin stared blankly at him, clad in indistinguishable rags that fluttered with the wind, creating a soft “crash-crash” sound.

Next to it was a sliding door that was left half-open, revealing shadows deeper than the darkness of the night.

The superhuman stared at it for a moment, then looked toward the nearby street.

Song Jinsen was still standing there, holding two guns and looking around, still appearing to be in a fit of anger.

The superhuman hesitated slightly, then swallowed and cautiously walked toward the shop.

It would be a lie to say he wasn’t apprehensive; the blood on his face hadn’t even dried yet.

However, the other side’s dodging behavior gave this superhuman quite a bit of courage.

Ling Mo’s recent attack seemed strange, but it was really just a surprise move. It hurt, but it didn’t cause serious damage.

This indicated that no matter how strong he seemed, his power had its limits.

Their fear of Ling Mo primarily stemmed from the deaths of Ai Feng and No.0.

Ai Feng aside, most people had no real concept of how powerful No.0 was.

Especially those in the branch, they almost all viewed No.0 purely as a high-power information processing machine, just like Mu Chen.

Even if they’d heard that it had strong combat abilities, just how strong was something they were all unclear about.

To them, even Shen Le and Number 1, who were killed, were just names.

“Maybe Song Jinsen exaggerated on purpose? It’s quite possible. With the experimental subject killed, the opponent would naturally be made out to be as formidable as possible…,” the superhuman thought, as he lifted his foot and stepped into the shop.

Click.

As he turned on the small flashlight, a figure suddenly appeared in its beam.

The superhuman was startled for a moment, but upon closer inspection, he let out a long sigh of relief.

It was just a dirty clothes steamer…

“Damn it!”

The superhuman muttered a curse. In the past, how could he have been frightened by such a thing? But his recent encounter with Ling Mo had left some lingering fear.

Not being able to sense anything didn’t necessarily mean no one was there…

On the flip side, at such times, whoever he sensed was most likely a companion of Ling Mo.

Thinking this, the superhuman calmed himself, turned his wrist, and began to carefully search the interior.

But as the flashlight beam swept around, there were no findings.

“Impossible, not sensing is one thing, but sensing wrong?”

The superhuman frowned, standing in the middle of the shop, full of confusion.

Click-click.

A slight noise suddenly came from above. He instinctively looked up, eyes fixed on the ceiling.

Whoosh!

A dark shadow descended rapidly, enlarging in his view.

Just as he opened his mouth, the shadow pierced into it, slamming him to the ground.

As he hit the floor, a pair of feet landed beside him.

Ye Lian’s sniper rifle was pressed against his throat. Her delicate face showed no signs of killing intent, looking somewhat bewildered.

But the eyes of the mental ability superhuman widened in horror and despair.

He was right, the sensed individual was indeed a companion of Ling Mo.

But there was no joy to be felt!

Such formidable stealth and burst power, what was this about?!

Ye Lian, without even glancing at him, pulled something out of her backpack and threw it onto his face.

The superhuman tried to struggle, but a white, mushy object suddenly slammed onto his face.

Before he could see clearly, the thing had already enveloped him.

A powerful suction force erupted, accompanied by the terrifying sensation that his brain was about to be sucked out through his nostrils. He felt blood spurting uncontrollably from his wounds.

His vision was quickly soaked in a crimson hue…

The previously semi-transparent “Jellyfish” turned red in an instant.

Its thin “skin” pulsated continuously, seemingly absorbing not only his psychic power but also his blood.

The superhuman wrapped by it convulsed and then went still after a moment.

Ye Lian stared dazedly at the scene before her. Once the “Jellyfish” stopped pulsating, she bent down and gently picked it up.

By now, the “Jellyfish” had returned to being transparent, but its exterior, slightly white before, now bore a faint tinge of red.

“Ling-Ge said… to store psychic power for him…” Ye Lian thought hard, “He didn’t say anything about storing blood…”

After a few seconds of hesitation, Ye Lian silently put the “Jellyfish” back into her backpack.

He didn’t say to store it, but he didn’t say it couldn’t absorb either.

…

Meanwhile, another superhuman who had just rounded a corner suddenly felt his vision blur. He immediately raised his weapon and pressed himself against the wall, veins bulging on his hands, ready for combat.

A dark shadow appeared on the wall above him, slowly approaching.

“If you dare come out, I’ll slice you in half!” the superhuman thought nervously.

Just then, a pair of hands suddenly appeared on either side of his head.

His body immediately went rigid, and his pupils contracted sharply.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a pair of soft, pale hands that looked almost boneless.

But on one of those beautiful wrists, a blade extended, curving like a crescent moon and hooking around his neck.

A warm sensation spread between his legs, while another stream of warmth sprayed from his neck.

Thud!

The corpse slid down the wall, collapsing to the ground, eyes wide open, drenched in blood…

As the scattered Niepan members began to fall one by one in different corners, Song Jinsen, who had been waiting nearby, finally sensed something was off.

The anger from being fooled gradually subsided, and Song Jinsen started to realize that these people had been gone for too long…

They were supposed to be searching nearby. He could still hear sporadic shouts like “Come out!” and “Stop hiding!” just moments ago, so why had it suddenly gone quiet?

Let alone the shouting, there was no sound at all in the surroundings.

Suddenly, a scream echoed nearby, followed quickly by the sound of hurried footsteps.

“Help…!”

A blood-soaked figure stumbled out of an alleyway. Upon seeing Song Jinsen, the person reached out a struggling hand and screamed desperately, “Help! They’re not running away! They’re not running away!”

It was one of the two headquarters members seen earlier, now covered in wounds and looking utterly miserable.

Song Jinsen felt a chill in his heart. Before he could rush over, the man stiffened abruptly mid-run.

With his mouth open and Adam’s apple bobbing, he couldn’t utter a single sound.

Immediately, a dark stain began to spread across his chest.

As the blackness widened, the man stumbled and fell to the ground with a look of disbelief.

Witnessing this, Song Jinsen’s heart grew colder with each passing moment.

After the body collapsed, another figure appeared not far away.

Calm eyes, a slightly relaxed expression…

Though they’d only met once, this face had already left a deep impression on Song Jinsen.

“So, we meet again,” Ling Mo said.

“You…” The cigarette hanging from Song Jinsen’s mouth had burned down to the filter, but he seemed oblivious, staring unblinkingly at Ling Mo.

Other figures began to emerge nearby, none of whom were among the original eight members.

Song Jinsen’s gaze slowly swept over these shadows, and with a hateful tone, he said, “You’re really cunning, aren’t you…”