Bai Xiqin, who possesses a sense of space, is highly sensitive to her surroundings.
If the middle-aged Bai Zhengxuan and others hadn't acted, Bai Xiqin might not have noticed them.
But they occasionally take action to clear the zombies nearby, and no matter how cautiously they act, Bai Xiqin still notices them.
The identities of these two people are becoming evident.
Only the final step of verification remains.
The sound of washing socks resounds, rhythmic and powerful.
As if proving his earnest effort in washing socks, Leng Yebai washes very seriously.
His hands almost leaving an afterimage.
A ripping sound is heard, the sound of fabric tearing.
A high-rank superpower user is indeed different.
"Sew it up and wash it again."
Bai Xiqin's voice is light, showing no emotion on her face.
"Okay."
Relieved, Leng Yebai silently finds a hairdryer to dry the socks, obediently grabs a needle and thread, and asks Bai Zhengxuan for help with threading the needle.
