The End of the World: Start with a Book, All Superpowers Depend on Reading

"It's so difficult. I can only release five swords now. It will take me a long time to reach the level you said." Su Yu sighed and lay down on the round table.

"Persevere. If we can get more of those crystal cores, the improvement speed will be much faster."

"That's right. Brother Mingyang absorbed one and was directly promoted to the first level. The steel needle was replaced by a flying sword."

"Well, just lay a good foundation. He was much stronger than us before he was promoted." Mu Ningxue narrowed her eyes and looked at Wang Mingyang with a look of unwillingness to admit defeat.

"He awakened much earlier than us, and he must be stronger than us!" Su Yu's eyes sparkled, thinking of the scene when Wang Mingyang took her out of the provincial library and killed her to Liuhe Baoli Hotel.

"By the way, when did he awaken his supernatural power?" Mu Ningxue sat up straight and looked directly at Su Yu.

"I don't know the exact time, but Brother Mingyang said that he awakened on the day of the end of the world..." Su Yu recalled the process of communicating with Wang Mingyang. At that time, Wang Mingyang did say that he awakened his superpowers on that day.

"That's only a few hours earlier than you, and one day earlier than me... Is this time difference so big?" Mu Ningxue asked puzzledly.

Su Yu shook his head: "I think the problem is not here, but Brother Mingyang seems to have thought more, so he can teach us how to exercise superpowers."

"Indeed, superpowers are not as unchanging as skills in games. After mastering them, different abilities can be derived."

"Haha, so Brother Mingyang is right to let you read, otherwise you can't use the ability to slow down the range."

"I think your ability can be like this..."

The two women kept whispering, and Wang Mingyang kept wandering between the bookshelves.

The system quickly scanned various books, and the library in his mind had more and more books.

However, this time, Wang Mingyang also found a problem. Many books were repeated with those collected in the provincial library before.

"System, how to deal with these duplicate books?"

[After scanning all the books, the system will automatically check for duplicates, and only one book with the same content will be kept in the library. ]

Okay! It seems that this worry is unnecessary...

The system is quite smart, with a built-in duplicate checking function, which makes it much simpler.

Otherwise, the dazzling array of books listed together would be dazzling, and there is really no need to have more duplicates.

After quickly scanning the first floor, Wang Mingyang said hello to the two women and walked upstairs.

The second floor has been scanned...

The third floor has been scanned...

The fourth floor has been scanned...

It took two hours to scan the four floors.

Wang Mingyang breathed a sigh of relief, controlled several flying swords to push away the zombie corpses blocking the stairs, and just as he stepped out, his body suddenly froze.

It seems that something is wrong...

Wang Mingyang frowned and looked around, and the entire fourth floor bookshelf collapsed in a mess.

There are still many corpses lying on the ground, and blood and body parts are what they should be.

But on the fifth day of the apocalypse, these corpses did not emit a foul smell.

This means that these corpses should have been formed yesterday at the earliest.

Some of the zombies were killed by Wang Mingyang just now, and the corpses of other zombies would not be older than yesterday.

The bodies of zombies are not actually dead, but their consciousness has been eroded and they have become zombies.

Therefore, even if the weather is hot, the corpses are still normal except for the wounds gradually rotting, and they will not emit corpse odor.

Of course, the places where blood and flesh are scattered all over the ground have already begun to stink.

In his previous life, Wang Mingyang had already gotten used to this stench. After his rebirth, he never paid much attention to this problem.

But just now, he suddenly realized that there was a difference.

Could it be that this fourth floor had been cleaned up by someone?

Wang Mingyang observed the corpses on the stairs and scanned the surrounding environment.

His eyes gradually became serious, and there were many smash marks on the wall.

Some zombies' heads seemed to be flattened by bookshelves, and there were several iron stools with legs stuck in the zombies' heads.

This looks very much like man-made...

Wang Mingyang silently opened the mustard space, and a large ball of metal floated out, quickly melting into silver-white metal liquid.

Stretching out his arms, Wang Mingyang controlled the metal liquid to spread to his whole body. Except for his eyes, ears, mouth and nose, his whole body was covered with a thin layer of titanium alloy.

Suffering from the lack of Iron Man's mecha drawings, Wang Mingyang could only leave the joints out to avoid affecting his activities.

After doing this layer of protection, Wang Mingyang took more than 20 flying swords and walked up the stairs.

The sound of metal friction sounded, and the lobby on the fifth floor gradually appeared in front of him.

When Wang Mingyang stood still in the lobby, a stool suddenly flew out from the corner and hit his head directly.

He clenched his right fist and smashed it hard, and the wooden stool suddenly broke into pieces, with wood chips flying everywhere.

Wang Mingyang turned around a little unnaturally. This temporary metal shell has good protection, but its flexibility is much worse.

Another table flew towards him, but Wang Mingyang was too lazy to hit it with his hands. It hurt...

Three flying swords shot out from his side, cutting the table into four pieces.

The flying swords flew over the table and shot straight to the corner more than ten meters away.

A young man with a ponytail stood there in astonishment.

The moment he saw the man's figure clearly, Wang Mingyang trembled all over, and the three flying swords stopped in front of the young man.

An invisible force resisted the three flying swords, and the sword tips seemed to pierce a thin film, pushing out three small air cones.

As Wang Mingyang's mind moved, the three flying swords drew an arc and flew back.

The young man's clenched teeth loosened immediately, and he took a deep breath, and the thin film disappeared immediately.

"Why... did you attack me!"

Wang Mingyang looked at the familiar figure in front of him, and didn't even notice that his voice was trembling.

"I'm really sorry, I just wanted to try my hand."

The young man calmed his heartbeat and showed an embarrassed smile.

The metal armor on his body slowly melted, revealing Wang Mingyang's handsome cheeks, "I don't think you are just trying these two times. If I can't catch it, the table can smash my head!"

"This... didn't you catch it! I saw your fight just now, and I have confidence in your strength."

The young man reached out and touched his ponytail, grinning.

"What's your name, and why are you here?"

Wang Mingyang concealed the metal ball formed by the melted armor, suppressed the throbbing in his heart, nodded and asked calmly.

"Blessings and infinite heavenly master! My name is Li Yuchan, and I am a disciple of Changchun Temple in Weishan County, Nanzhao City."

The young man's face was solemn, he stood up straight with his legs together, pinched the Tai Chi seal with his hands, leaned forward slightly and saluted with the Ziwu Jue.

A flash of reminiscence flashed in Wang Mingyang's eyes, and then a sly smile appeared on his face. He stood with his hands clasped on his right chest, leaned forward slightly and bowed his hands in return.

"Lao Gebao... Taoist Master, please be merciful!"