level 7(2/2)
This Zhao Deli, Chen Biao's follower, has been dead for who knows how long.
No one even found out he was dead.
And the most important thing is that there is a child leaning on this man's arms.
The child curled up into a ball, its small face was covered with skin and bones, and there were a lot of black bugs crawling in and out of its ear holes and its open mouth.
Wei He's scalp went numb, he quickly took a few steps back, ran out of the room and gasped for air.
On the one hand, I was frightened by the corpse, but more importantly, I was frightened by the smell.
Of the three people, two died by his own hands, and one had been dead for who knows how long.
The grudge was settled, but Wei He didn't feel at all happy in his heart.
He washed his hands by the nearby river, and then returned to his old house somewhat numbly.
Over and over in his mind was the image of the mummy that died on the bed.
He had inquired clearly before that Zhao Deli had a young child. However, he did not expect that this man had been holding his own child and died in his own home for who knows how long.
'This is troubled times, this is human life.'
Wei He was sitting alone on his bed. The thin moonlight outside the window hit the side of his face, leaving a faint pale color.
He didn't sleep well all night. He tossed and turned in bed, and the mummified child kept reappearing in his mind.
It wasn't until dawn that he got up again and ate the moneyworm meat he bought from the drug store.
This thing is more resistant to hunger than ordinary meals, and it accumulates the realm-breaking beads in the chest faster.
Wei He tried his best to shake off the images in his mind. He felt a little more at ease when he thought that he still had a special ability in his chest that he had acquired since time travel.
It's just that this money insect meat, although the energy of accumulating realm-breaking beads is fast, the taste is not flattering.
Wei He put a small piece into his mouth. It tasted like dry wood when chewed. He had to mix it with a large amount of water before he could swallow the small piece.
the other side.
Nanshan Town, Zhao Deli Tsuchiya.
Before the sun went up over the mountain, several strong men in gray shorts had already arrived in front of the earthen house.
"Is this here?"
"yes."
Several people whispered.
Then he kicked the door open and a person quickly went in for a short while and came out soon after.
"They're all dead."
"This is where the woman last stayed. Those black insects are the traces. Look around. The black insects are still alive. She must not have gone far." The man in the lead said solemnly.
"According to the traces, she should have stayed here, temporarily hiding in this earthen house for a while, and then left."
"She must be found. In addition, one person must be left to kill everyone who may be involved and has seen the black-lettered insect."
"good!"
Not long after, the entire earthen house burst into flames, and after several people made sure that everything inside was burned, they turned around and left quietly.
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Time flies by so fast, and in a blink of an eye, another month has passed.
Wei He practiced his moves hard every day and also started his first skin resurfacing at the same time.
Swish, swish, swish.
In the courtyard of Huishanquan, in front of a large wooden basin, Wei He kept hitting the sand in the wooden basin in front of him with his bare arms.
Dry and hard sand is the first step in practicing skin grinding.
Wei He's movements were neither fast nor slow, and each time he dug his fist deeply into the sand, causing every part of the fist surface to be thoroughly rubbed.
After rubbing like this for half an hour, he pulled out his fists, put them into the medicinal soup on the side, and soaked them for fifty breaths.
There is also a charcoal fire placed under the medicinal soup to maintain the heat.
Like him, he was also practicing skin resurfacing, and there were several men around him.
There are people outside with their arms folded, waiting for rotation.
Chapter completed!