Star Civilization: I loaded the MOD

Chapter 95 Within the Ruins

The late night quietly escaped the sleeping girl's perception and disappeared in an instant.

The light of the morning sun shone through the leaves on the tent, and Momoa got up early to meditate as usual. She closed her eyes tightly, let her thoughts go, and sensed the environment. The looming and dissipated spiritual energy naturally seeped into Vansini's mind.

I don't know what the use of this is, but it certainly doesn't do any harm.

Soon, Vansini, who was sleeping in an extremely unsightly posture next to her, also woke up on time according to her biological clock.

Only this time, she noticed that Vansini's breathing was a little heavy.

"Two pairs of eyes..."

"Um?"

Momoa opened her closed eyes and asked back. There were only two people present, so Vansini must be talking to herself, but why did she raise her eyes?

"Of course we have two pairs of eyes."

"No! Not us!"

Vansini suddenly jumped up from the mattress, hugged her waist as if she was frightened, and was a little excited. "Someone is watching us!"

"who?"

Momoa frowned slightly, connecting the 'people' that Vansini said with what she said last night.

If it were others, she might just think that Vansini was nagging her, but becoming a psychic changed her world view from materialism to idealism, and she would naturally be surrounded by a veil of psychic energy. If she stayed close to her for a long time, she would be neurotic.

Or the inspiration increases.

"I, I don't know."

Her mind recalled the current situation from a blank state, and Vansini also came back to her senses.

Before the memory of her sleep had completely dissipated, she pulled Momoa out of the tent and pointed to the collapsed ruins seven or eight meters away.

"I only saw two pairs of eyes there."

The ruins there...

Momoa shivered as the morning breeze blew across his skin, staring at it and mobilizing his spiritual energy to sweep it over again.

The results were the same as last night, nothing was found.

"I can't scan that there's anything there."

"There's none."

After hearing Momoa's answer, Vansini took a breath and her excitement gradually calmed down.

No eyes, no eyes, what is in the dream.

She woke up inexplicably. She folded her arms and squatted on the ground. The fatigue all over her body was driven away by the cool wind. Only then did she realize that she was not wearing a coat. Her cheeks were as red as a ripe apple and her long hair was trailing behind her.

Yin hurriedly ran back to the tent.

"Oh!"

Not long after, the two of them appeared neatly dressed on the picnic mat for yesterday's dinner, and the atmosphere was a bit awkward.

"sorry."

Hearing Vansini's apology, Momoa raised her eyebrows. For a moment, she couldn't tell whether she was apologizing for causing her to run out in the cold wearing only underwear, or for the "lack of weight" in the picnic mat lunch box.

Considering the girl's character, she still thought the latter was more likely.

"So, are you apologizing for eating my shark fin in the middle of the night?"

"well?"

Momoa's retort came, and Vansini didn't show the expected expression.

Instead, he raised his head in surprise, looking confused.

"Tiger shark fin? I didn't eat it."

As if wondering why Momoa said that, she looked sideways at the sealed box of the dinner.

Last night, she devoured the entire meal for two, but Momoa only ate the claypot rice and part of the sweet fruit before going back to the tent to meditate. She ate an extra tentacle for the remaining portion. There was a large portion left for a single person.

The scallops and conches were normally in the lunch box, but the shark fins were missing.

The big and spicy shark fin is gone...

You know, if she didn't eat as much fish as she did last night, a piece of tiger shark fin would be enough for breakfast for both of them.

"not me……"

Shaking her head innocently, Vansini thought of the eyes in the ruins again, and cold sweat broke out on her back.

What is it exactly!

Didn't Momoa say there is nothing? Then why are there no shark fins?

Could it be that there is a ghost? It must be... only ghosts can escape Momoa's perception.

Fansini, who was thinking wildly in her mind and had never seen the "world", vaguely felt that she had discovered a new "I don't know if it's a thing" thing again after learning about psychic powers, uh... maybe?

Fansini winked at Ji You and pursed her lips towards the ruins.

Momoa, who was sitting face to face, was slightly startled when he saw her facial expression performance, and quickly stood up with a solemn expression.

"I gonna go see!"

Although I don’t know what Vansini dreamed about, since it is not out of place, it means that she is not neurotic due to psychic powers.

Feeling somewhat relieved, I slowly walked towards the collapsed building among the four ruins.

Confirming that there was an unusual situation here, Momoa increased his vigilance and used the fighting stances learned in the fighting class. He concentrated his attention and mobilized his spiritual energy together. A light purple veil shrouded it, giving a substantial sense of oppression wherever he could see it.

Although she did not bring any firearms, no matter what the opponent was, whether it was a machine or a ghost, she could not detect any trace of it.

But as long as it's wrapped in psychic energy, there's nothing to be afraid of.

Kill the ethereal creature with three punches.

If you can still overturn in a wild encounter after learning psychic powers for three months, there is no point in traveling with Master Gudu and Master Tu Lan. It would be better to apply for a nanny in a public institution and use waste to raise children.

One step, two steps.

As the distance got closer, Momoa became more and more convinced of the differences ahead.

The active spiritual energy, mobilized like an arm, pressed and penetrated into the space in front of her, and was sensed synchronously. The direction to the left in the center of the ruins rejected her spiritual energy, forming a hole that could not penetrate her will.

Her psychic energy cannot directly sense the opponent, but she can indirectly detect the opponent's position through the pressure technique.

There is something there.

"It's a human or a ghost! Come out!"

A sudden tremor broke the morning tranquility.

The scream passed through, and the hole that could not be covered by psychic energy became unstable for a moment, allowing Momoa to sense a faint sense of panic.

In the ruins, most of the collapsed buildings were compacted broken bricks and collapsed walls. Several supporting structures supported the small openings on the side facing away from the sun. They were dark and very narrow, and could only allow dogs the size of dogs to pass through.

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A few seconds later there was movement in the cave, and Momoa stared more closely when he heard the sound.

The pace of the circle always keeps a certain distance from it, ensuring that it can advance, attack, retreat and defend.

After a moment of stalemate with the creatures in the cave, the hole that could not be covered by psychic energy suddenly rushed out at an accelerated speed. Momoa was stunned when exposed to the outside world. It was not the ghost or strange wild animal she imagined.

But two young Gudu children!

The gray animal ears rubbed against the hard stone and were rubbed out. The one in front came out and then turned back to try to pull another loli.

The movements were extremely skillful and fast, not caring about the pain of friction, and the sound of grinding and dragging could be heard.

In a blink of an eye, both of them stood up, and Momoa could really see their faces.

He is one meter and two meters tall. He does not have any baby fat. Instead, he is extremely thin and extremely dirty. His skirt and wide trousers are put together funny and ugly. His two animal ears do not look like any rare features. The black dirt is vaguely attached.

Seeing black and orange hair, their eyes exuded strong vigilance that did not match their age.

After seeing the opponent's appearance clearly, Momoa's clenched fists that were ready to attack slowly relaxed.

At this moment, food is no longer an issue.

Why do these two young children live here? Why can't I detect them with my psychic scan?

Noticing the vigilance in the young child's eyes, Momoa remained calm on the surface, while his mind was spinning wildly, thinking of ways to deal with it.

Should gentle contact release goodwill, or intimidate the other person not to run away, and then communicate slowly.

She was exchanging ideas, but the two cat ladies obviously didn't have this idea.

The moment he came out, the child in front of him grabbed another and fled quickly towards the forest.

(End of chapter)