Lair of a lady

It's a good thing Yanlong tied the frame of the false ceiling to the overhanging iron hook, which inturn is supported by the building's framework. The false ceiling frame had cracks all around. Right now, it is like a wooden board hanging from the ceiling like a swing, but unable to move because it's blocked by furniture all around.

All the same, Yanlong decided upon a direction, gently pouring a prepared bottle of cactus-grow into the pot. Once the plant is watered, it goes into a cathartic state, where it does not attack unless it's touched directly.

How did she know that?

Simple! The plant has communicated that part with her… she just got sense of what the plant needs. As long as she satisfies those urges, the spiny cactus ball is obedient.

Then, she turned around to see what happened in the night.

There are no less than four Zombies in various states of being daggered to death attached to walls. One of them did not have any needles poking through its head, thus still twitching in its effort to reach Yanlong. Yanlong cut off it's head and put the twitching zombie to rest, lest it's scratching noise attract more zombies.

Two of the zombies had ids on them. They seem to be professors, while the other two seemed to be graduate students. All the same, Yanlong searched their pockets, pocketed all the id cards. She sent pictures of all four zombies to Huomei with their driver license cards.

Then, she proceeded to remove the crystals of all the zombies. One of the graduate students turned out to be a power type, the other is a lightning active. The professors are both sensitive mutants.

Sensitive mutants are as rare as sables. Yes, they may not be as valuable as olympians, but they carry almost no risks. The only reason they are not as highly priced or highly valued is because more times than not, the skills involved do not contain direct fire power. However, what Yanlong needs right now is any kind of sensing power. Thus, she absorbed the both of them happily.

The former is a mutation sensing power, while the later, a life sensing power. Yanlong could sense every life having less than a quarter of her strength. She could sense the lives of tiny pets moving around, mice roaming around..

Hmm…

She moved slowly, verifying with every step there are no zombies in her wake. Thankfully, apocalypse arrived in the night, except for a few rare instances, almost all the rooms are closed. She cleaned up two more zombies enroute to the dean's office.

It is janitors, and they both turned out to be power types.

She did not enter the dean's office right away.

She brought an electric stool with her, so she entered the false ceiling instead. The false ceiling of this area is made from finer material than the rest of the building. Inside the dean's room, the entire false ceiling is made of wooden tiles.

Yanlong did not expect a hand to reach out for her directly as soon as she removed a wooden tile. If not for both the sensitive powers she has absorbed just now, she would never have seen the attack coming at all.

Yanlong rolled right immediately, avoiding the hand. Thankfully she did so, otherwise she would have been skewered by now. The dean zombie's hand came exactly where she is to attack again. Yanlong kept rolling right, at the same time, extending the blood strings. She piled up the wooden pieces one atop another as she rolled.

It would be an impossible feat to perform had she not had blood strings. She expected the dean's zombie to be powerful, but this is way too … Not powerful, but accurate.

Even the normal zombies are powerful, their claw's capable of gouzing iron. However, they are almost always on the wrong path. It's only a totally unwitting bumbling fool that can not get past a zombie in the initial stage directly.

The dean's zombie is powerful, but not so much that it could be counted as a power zombie. What makes it deadly is that it never struck in a wrong location. Yanlong jumped onto the set of wooden pieces she piled up, then piled the rest of the wooden blocks into a chess piece style ceiling full of gaps in the false ceiling.

The zombie is already underneath her. Yanlong quickly crawled to another block, though the zombie was unable to scratch through the wooden tiles she piled up. As soon as she reached another block, she activated the blood string, stringing up the zombie through an overhanging hook. After all, a false ceiling can't bear the weight of a six foot man.

Now, she only needs to find a counter weight.

She retrieved the power nuclei she found earlier, absorbed them.

Then, she pulled up the dean, decapitating him.

Unfortunately, in this process of pulling him up, she braced her legs against wooden tiles on the false ceiling. The false ceiling broke. Dean zombie flailed, it's claws reaching towards Yanlong's pupils.. Thankfully, Dean is a man who is well over 190 cm, while Yanlong is a midget barely reaching above two feet.

She braced herself against the floor and pulled up the dean immediately. Her muscles protested a little as she pulled him up. The dean zombie started resisting actively against the blood string. It worked well last time because it was a surprise maneuver.

Yanlong absorbed the second power nuclei she has in her hands. The zombie must die, or she will not get out of this room alive.

'Sqquuu… sssuccuu...s...shwuu'

Yanlong becomes alert even as she keeps hold of Dean zombie. Damn it.. There's another zombie in this room. Yanlong pulled with increased vigor. Faster the dean zombie dies, faster she stops being a sitting duck.

If the hidden zombie attacks, Yanlong will have no place to cry.

Snap.

Thunk.

A female zombie crawled out from underneath the table towards Yanlong.

Yanlong ran around the room, turned around the table and scrambled onto the swivel chair belonging to the dean. The crawling zombie shifted its course to reach Yanlong. Yanlong swung around in the chair, blocking zombie's claws with the back of the swivel chair.

The Zombie's claws are stuck.

Yanlong immediately extended the blood string, swung the string around the zombie's neck, arm stuck in the swivel chair and swivel chair's base, tied a knot.

Maybe it's better to say she fused them into a loop. Blood string responded to Yanlong's thoughts, thus as soon as she tied a loop around the arm stuck in a swivel chair, iron rod connecting backrest and zombie's head, the thread fused into a loop.

If the crawling zombie wants to get out, it needs to carefully remove it's arm, which is impossible for a zombie. Or carefully remove its head, equally impossible.. Or put pressure against the swivel chair rod and try to break it.. Which is possible, at the risk of zombie snapping off it's own head.

Yanlong moved back, removed her knife and stood at the ready.

The adrenaline in her body slowly seeped away, leaving a body in pain all over. She bounced around like a ball in the past few minutes. She needs to lie down and rest, but the zombie has to die first.

Instead of removing it's hand, the zombie tried slicing through the backrest all the way.

That's a good way! Yanlong mused.

As long as the backrest is in tatters, the zombie gets out easily.

Yanlong simply created another blood string, this time, pulled over the zombie with the almost a tonne wooden table as leverage.

The second zombie's head is snapped too.

Yanlong listened attentively for any approaching zombies.

Thankfully, there are none. Dean's office has great sound proofing.

It is only then she noticed states of the zombies.

The dean has his pants untied, his underwear down… and there's a blood red wound there, yet no blood stains on the pants. Something is visibly missing between the legs.

The woman's shirt is open all the way. Yanlong turned around the face of the zombie to look at it. It is the dean's secretary.

It's quite clear where the missing piece has gone. Despite the obscenity, Yanlong has taken pictures of both the secretary's face and Dean's face, and sent them to Huomei. They are posting it on one of the university website pages.

Yanlong retrieved the nuclei of the dean and secretary.

Dean is a sensitive type, which accurately guesses the power. Yanlong is very happy to find one. This is not a rare type, but it's not also all that common. It is the most useful type of sensitive. Simply put, this is the iron rice bowl of apocalypse days.

Dean belongs to the higher spectrum in terms of quality of his power.

Yanlong absorbed it immediately.

The secretary is supremely rare and a unique type of power, super burst.

It sounds all types of grand when it's put like that.

Unlike the name, it's a really useless power.

Simply put, it gives a person a chance to use a single ability without any power restrictions, as long as they have enough spiritual energy to back the ability … catch? Once in a year.

Yes, you did not read that wrong. The power could be used once in a year.

You only need to redirect Tsunami once.

Like that…

Yanlong kept the nuclei with her all the same.

It's barely afternoon.

Despite the gruesome picture, Yanlong opened her bag, had her lunch.

After she regained her power, she opened one of the windows..

Threw down all the body pieces of Dean and his mistress.

Yes, she knows it's desecration of bodies and all.. But she needs a lair above all and this one will do perfectly.

The carpet is plush, though the deans swivel chair has become useless, he still has a bean bag, which is perfect for Yanlong.

For today, she counted her work well done, laid down for a nap.

After all, her age demands it.