Apocalypse: My Apartment Has Traits - Chapter 71 - 65: Zhao Yaxin
Chapter 71: Chapter 65: Zhao Yaxin
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Su Lin leaned on his sword, gasping for breath, his chest heaving violently like a torn bellows.
“Damn it… why… why am I so tired!”
He cursed as he panted, feeling all his muscles ache and throb with fatigue, waves of weakness washing over him.
Zhao Yaxin looked at him with a complicated expression, walking over slowly:
“You’re a Skin Lock Martial Artist, your Qi and Blood hasn’t fully replenished, and you used your ’Soldier’ to attack a Boss Level Mutant Beast, of course, you’re tired.”
Su Lin was too out of breath to speak, and could only respond with a helpless look.
He understood the reasoning, but experiencing this hollowing exhaustion firsthand still made him secretly grumble.
Zhao Yaxin hesitated for a moment, then finally stepped forward, reaching out to take the heavy long saber from his hand, then lifting one of his arms to drape it over her neck, letting his heavy body lean on her for support.
As she did this, she deliberately kept a stern face and added coldly:
“The smell of blood here is too strong, we need to leave quickly.”
Completely exhausted at this point, Su Lin leaned all his weight on his sister-in-law.
Even through the two layers of tough leather armor, he could clearly feel the fullness and softness coming from her body, which was a mature warmth different from a young girl’s, and it was particularly comfortable to lean on.
The faint fragrance emanating from her, mixed with a bit of sweat, formed a unique body scent lingering around his nose. That smell was like her personality, a kind of “restrained coolness.”
Instinctively, Su Lin turned his gaze towards her side profile, only to see a faint flush appearing on her fair cheek, even her translucent earlobes were tinged with pink.
The perception of a Tendon Lock Martial Artist is incredibly sharp.
Zhao Yaxin instantly caught his gaze, her earlobes turning an even deeper red.
She abruptly turned her head, giving him an annoyed and embarrassed glare: “What are you looking at?!”
Feeling exposed, Su Lin chuckled and pretended to be clueless.
He knew that because of past indiscretions, his sister-in-law always remained vigilant towards him, constantly on guard.
But he had experienced several times already that, despite her cold exterior, she was warm-hearted.
At this moment, he further realized that beneath her cold and elegant demeanor, there was an innocence not unlike Humpty Dumpty’s; those frosty gestures were likely armor to conceal her inner panic.
Indeed, seeing him feign ignorance, Zhao Yaxin’s eyes flickered, her icy demeanor further intensified, crossing her arms and retreating three or four meters away to the opposite wall, her body subconsciously shrinking back, as if wanting to hide in the shadows of the corner.
If she retreated any further, she’d be outside… Su Lin found it amusing, and oddly, a bit endearing.
Having regained some strength to speak, he quickly reminded her:
“Sister-in-law, outside… those three people’s belongings haven’t been searched, and the Boss’s corpse hasn’t been dismantled, could you take care of that first?”
Zhao Yaxin finally stopped her instinctive retreat, a trace of almost imperceptible concern flashing deep in her beautiful eyes, but she maintained a cold tone:
“And what about you? If a Mutant Beast sneaks up, you wouldn’t even have the strength to resist.”
“Don’t worry,” Su Lin shook the crossbow in his hand, “even if something approaches, it won’t get close to me for a while.”
Zhao Yaxin was silent for a few seconds, nodded: “Be careful then.”
She quickly walked outside, after leaving the building, she still looked back a few times, tilting her ear to listen for any disturbances in the ruins, reassuring herself before swiftly heading back to the blood-soaked Xiuluo Scene.
Handling the giant ape’s corpse was no longer realistic.
Zhao Yaxin braced herself against the revulsion of rummaging through the pile of flesh, quickly scavenging the items left by the three Quanzhou Village Martial Artists, along with two pieces of dog meat Su Lin had previously extracted, she quickly returned to the ruins.
“Not much valuable stuff, the most useful are these bullets.” She placed a pile of items in front of Su Lin.
A few Sword Bow Guns, some bullets, several pouches containing scattered Copper Coins, not a single Silver Coin in sight.
“Damn, a bunch of paupers.” Su Lin couldn’t help but complain, “They talked big, yet they have such little belongings?… Huh? What’s this?”
He picked up a badge engraved with the words “Quanzhou.”
Zhao Yaxin looked at him like he was an idiot:
“It’s a village badge, don’t you even have one of these?”
She fished out a small badge of similar material with “Martial Seal” engraved on it from her belt.
Su Lin paused for a moment:
“…No, I don’t. What is it for?”
“So when they collect your corpse, they know if you’re from the village, if not, they might just feed you to the Mutant Beasts.”
Zhao Yaxin couldn’t help but give him a beautiful, yet helpless, eye-roll.
No wonder he didn’t even know the name of his own village, his uncle and aunt truly spoiled him too much before.
“Alright then.” Su Lin shrugged, accepting his fate.
Outside the ruins, the sound of beasts tearing and gnawing at corpses became clearer, the thick scent of blood like invisible signals, attracting the predators of the wilderness.
Su Lin leaned against the cold wall, closing his eyes and focusing on breathing, trying his best to recover his depleted strength, paying no mind to the feast outside.
Zhao Yaxin hugged her knees, sitting about a meter away from him, initially just quietly curling up, beautifully alone.
A few minutes later, her eyes flickered, seeming a little hesitant, but finally she couldn’t help but ask:
“Your ’Soldier’… how exactly do you practice it?”
Su Lin opened his eyes: “What do you mean ’how’? Just as Uncle said, chop the wooden stake with it five hundred times a day.”
“That’s it?”
“What else could it be?”
Zhao Yaxin was speechless.
After hesitating for a moment, she drew her long saber.
“Look at mine,” she said.
Su Lin’s gaze naturally fell on the full, smooth curve, honestly commenting: “Pretty.”
“I meant look at the saber!”
The look Zhao Yaxin shot over was icy, sharp as a knife, as though it could kill.
Su Lin finally “reluctantly” looked away, obediently focusing on the gleaming long saber.
He saw her slender hands gripping the hilt, a nearly transparent surge of energy slowly spreading from her palms, encasing the silver blade like a thin mist, a layer of cold gleam gradually gathering on the edge.
Su Lin’s pupils sparkled with brilliant light.
“Observation,” enhancing the five senses with Qi and Blood, can clearly see through a person’s Qi and Blood, even discern one’s specific strength.
“Qi and Blood flow… is a bit slow,” he straightforwardly pointed out.
This time Zhao Yaxin wasn’t angry, just grunted softly in agreement:
“Hmm, I think so too.”
Su Lin also drew his saber, holding it with one hand.
Zhao Yaxin’s eyes instantly shone with a strange glow as well, she too activated “Observation,” Qi and Blood gathering in her eyes, intensely fixating on the sword in Su Lin’s hand.
The saber itself was unremarkable, a standard product of the construction platform.
The hand holding it, fair and slender, seemed more like it held a pen rather than a blade.
However, at the next moment—
Zhao Yaxin seemed to hear an inaudible hum!
The silvery blade, as if doused with gasoline, Su Lin’s Qi and Blood burst forth in an instant, igniting it!
The blade appeared to possess life, a dense, nearly tangible “spirit” flowing and leaping along the edge, emitting a heart-stirring hum, akin to the joy of new life!
This Qi and Blood flow speed!
The spirit this Qi and Blood imparted to the weapon!
Zhao Yaxin was utterly stunned, her eyes trembling.
She couldn’t fathom this situation at all.
“…How… did you do it?”
Su Lin pondered for a while:
“I wanted to, so I did.”
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