71: Chapter 71 Limits and Aftereffects

This feeling was too good, a sense of power where everything was clear in one's heart.

The drifting energy continued to expand, passing through the dust in the air and the fallen leaves stirred by the wind, going further and further away...

Suddenly, Lin Ning felt a wave of dizziness in his brain, kicked out of that extremely wonderful feeling from just a moment ago.

Dazed and confused, for a moment, Lin Ning felt that familiar sense of weakness he experienced when using the "Eye of Insight".

"Ah! Sir, are you okay??"

The waiter cleaning the table next to him turned his head, saw Lin Ning half-lying there with his face covered in blood, and screamed in fright.

Lin Ning barely managed to pull himself together, opened his eyes, and waved his hand at the flustered waiter, "I'm fine!"

Feeling something itchy on his face, he wiped it casually.

The waiter looked at the bloodstains on his clothes and the sofa, and at Lin Ning, whose entire face was made to look even more terrifying by his bloody hand, and turned and ran.

The female voice, filled with a crying tone, was particularly sharp, "Manager! Manager!"

He reached out his hand in vain.

Lin Ning looked at his blood-covered hands and finally realized, swallowing the words of explanation and reassurance, "I'm really fine."

Does this nosebleed have to happen every single time? And the amount is so large, he wouldn't become anemic, would he!

A whole crowd of people rushed out of the store. Lin Ning pinched his nose with one hand, tilted his head slightly upward, and said embarrassedly, "May I borrow the restroom? Sorry about this!"

As a result, the moment he opened his mouth, the backflowing nosebleed mixed with saliva flowed out of his mouth again.

The surrounding people all stepped back in unison, their faces full of terror.

The manager originally didn't think much of it; getting a nosebleed in the dry climate of Yanjing was normal, but one as exaggerated as Lin Ning's, combined with his current appearance, also shocked him.

He couldn't be suffering from some serious illness, could he!

He stopped the bleeding and managed to clean himself up before coming out.

The manager was waiting at the door holding a cup of warm water and said cautiously, "Are you okay? I don't know if you have any dietary restrictions, is warm water okay?"

"I'm fine, thank you so much!" Lin Ning felt the manager's words were a bit strange.

"I dirtied the sofa, could you check how much I need to pay for it?"

"No need, no need, we have a specialized cleaning partner, just processing it is fine."

He genuinely wanted to pay, but the manager's attitude was very firm.

Lin Ning felt the turn of events was a bit strange; the looks from the manager and those around him, whether intentional or not, were full of sympathy and... pity??

He could understand the fear, but what was the pity for?

He felt really uncomfortable and, in the end, almost fled in a panic.

He clearly thought of himself as a strong man, so how did he become a "Lin Daiyu" in everyone else's eyes?

After riding his bike for a kilometer, Lin Ning finally realized that with his delivery uniform and his appearance just now, they probably had assigned him a particularly "tragic" persona, like someone suffering from a terminal illness who was delivering food to live strongly or something?

"Ha!" It was quite absurd, and his body was extremely exhausted, but Lin Ning was in a very good mood.

So, the Golden Finger really did turn him into a superman, right?

Novels all say that Psychic Power can be trained and grown, so could he also train his Psychic Power?

And leveling up can make one's physique and Psychic Power stronger; if it's purely a numbers game, he needs to catch more criminal gangs and strive to level up soon.

Facing the summer wind, he hummed a popular Douyin song, occasionally wiggling his butt, his whole body overflowing with happiness.

The speed of his little electric scooter reached a new height at this moment.

Although he hadn't been drinking, he was really a bit high on excitement, singing loudly, "It's just biu, twice as refreshing! Hey! Twice as refreshing!"

After showing off for two intersections, Lin Ning, gradually calming down, slowed down his bike.

As the excitement faded, his temples began to throb with pain, and that feeling of spiritual emptiness was even more uncomfortable.

He returned to his residential complex smoothly and ran into Jin Er and the other two brothers who were playing chess and chatting.

"Yo, Lin Zi, what happened to you?"

Lin Ning, whose front was stained with blood and whose face was pale, was surrounded by the three of them.

"Did someone beat you up? Damn it, did you call the police? Extort them for everything they've got!" Xu San blurted out.

Zhang Shitou didn't say anything, but his eyebrows were already furrowed, and his honest face turned fierce.

"No, no, no!" Lin Ning waved his hands hurriedly, laughing and crying at the same time, "I got it from a nosebleed."

Why is it that every time he's weak, he gets caught by acquaintances?

"I'm really fine, my head hurts a bit, I'll just go back and sleep it off, don't worry, I'm really fine..."

After finally managing to escape the concern of Jin Er and the others, Lin Ning returned home and collapsed on the bed, exhausted.

Isn't the side effect of using Psychic Power a bit too much?

But when he was at that office building, he didn't feel anything!

Recalling the differences between the two times, hmm... it seems that, the second time, he broke through the simple perception of the first time, wanting to make the surrounding situation clearer, and in the end, he actually "saw" the scene.

Is it that his current storage or level of Psychic Power can only expand perception, but trying to achieve visual psychic perception is still too much of a stretch?

Thinking about it, Lin Ning drifted off to sleep without realizing it.

When he woke up again, it was already the next morning.

Except for the hunger, Lin Ning felt that he had basically recovered; it seemed that the symptoms were much lighter than those of the "Eye of Insight".

He cooked three packs of instant noodles and ate them as fast as he could.

He didn't even care that he wasn't full, anxiously wanting to enter that state again. It was just like a child who had just received a new toy.

But after trying several times, it didn't work, and the feeling of weakness surged up again.

Lin Ning lay flat, feeling a bit disappointed, and stared at the ceiling.

It seems that in the future, when using or practicing, he must master the degree; reaching the limit all at once and falling into a weak state like this is fine at home, but if it were at a critical moment outside, it would simply be courting death.

9:00 AM.

At the entrance of the 7-11 on the side of the road at the intersection of Chengchun Road South and Chenghua Road, Lin Ning, in casual clothes, sat straddling his little electric scooter, looking at his phone while paying attention to the vehicles passing by on the road.

Regarding the matter of whether or not to report Sofiani that he had been struggling with yesterday, with the increase of his trump cards, Lin Ning decided to try following her himself first.

Now, his Psychic Power might not be able to do any real reconnaissance, but at least early warning should be no problem. Reducing the possibility of alerting the enemy, he didn't want to be so cowardly anymore.

How can he improve without training?

How can he have a sense of security without improvement?

Having it himself is the most reliable thing.

He had been squatting here since after eight o'clock. He wasn't hoping to grasp Sofiani's whereabouts all at once; he would take it slow.

She left in this direction yesterday, so he planned to spend a few days squatting here to see if he could follow this road, bit by bit, and eventually find her address or other information.

This was a job that tested patience, but he was currently training his various abilities: martial arts, Psychic Power, patience, and so on.

9:10 AM.

The white BMW appeared, and Lin Ning instantly perked up.

She was still going straight, coming from the direction of the southern section of Chengchun Road.

Raising the corners of his mouth, a silent smile crept onto Lin Ning's face.

A clumsy method? As long as it works, it's fine.