Wu Chong returned to Bailu City to meet with Hong Ling.
The two didn't talk for too long. They only knew that after Hong Ling left, he gave him a red butterfly mark.
"It's not like Huang Quan can make unlimited puppets."
Wu Chong looked at the puppet technique in his hand and had a relatively clear understanding of Huang Quan's technique.
It is indeed stronger than the martial arts of the Three Immortal Island Roads.
But it also has very obvious flaws. All the foundations of Huangquan Kung Fu are attached to puppets. They use demon power pollution to refine puppets. The stronger the skill, the more puppets they control. The puppets released outside
It is also getting closer to real people.
According to Hong Ling's description, after the second turn.
You can make one puppet every time you upgrade to a level. At Wu Chong's current level, you can make five puppets. However, this number is not absolute. There are some special people in Huangquan, and the number of puppets they refine is
Far beyond their own realm. The most obvious representative is the Huangquan Ferryman!
No one knows how many puppets the old man has.
No one knows where the old man's body is.
It seems that his puppets can never be killed, and his true body can never be found.
The Ferryman of the Underworld is a myth floating on the outskirts of the ghost city. It has always existed, and it has always been invisible to people.
Hong Ling told him this.
"According to their route, there must be no more than five puppets, but if a panel is used..."
Wu Chong's eyes fell on the game panel.
After learning about Huang Quan's puppetry, he had an idea in his mind.
What will be the result of putting human skins drawn by painting-skin magic on these puppets?
"upgrade!"
Wu Chong turned his attention to the puppet technique and began to click the upgrade button like crazy. The game panel divided Huang Quan's puppet technique into the life skill area. According to the settings of the panel, the experience consumption of the life skill was less than 10% of the main skill.
One percent, there is no level limit.
Puppet Hex (Level 20)
Sure enough, when reaching level 20, Puppetry also evolved into Puppetry.
"You Kuan, go find someone to buy all these materials."
Wu Chong stopped his movements and said to the second boss You Kuan at the door.
Two days ago, the second master, You Kuan and Ding Jiu, returned to Bailu City, and it didn't take much effort to find them.
After the night demon rooster incident, You Kuan felt more and more weak, and now he practiced whenever he had time. For safety, Wu Chong drew another human skin for them, and now You Kuan is wearing it.
, which is a human skin equivalent to the perfect strength of Ruyin.
"Okay, boss."
You Kuan took the message from the head master, turned around and walked out the door.
Order has been restored in Bailu City these days, so it shouldn't be difficult to buy some materials.
"Skin painting skills can also be improved a bit."
Wu Chong looked at the remaining half of the experience points and activated the Painted Skin Magic again.
Compared with the puppet technique that has not yet been proven, the painted skin magic has been proven. When he hit the night demon's cock, the three layers of human skin on his body also helped him resist a fatal injury. So this life skill, he is
I will never let it go.
After a while, the painting magic on the panel changed again.
Painted Skin Magic (Level 47)
After clicking so many levels in one breath, the painting-skin magic has changed again.
The life skills that were originally only at the seal level became increasingly weird. A large number of memories of making puppets and techniques for painting skins filled his mind, and it took him a while to digest them all.
When he opened his eyes, it was already the next day.
"First Master, the materials you requested have been purchased and placed outside." Sensing Wu Chong's breath of waking up, Second Master You Kuan, who had been waiting at the door all night, hurried over to report.
"I see."
After sending away You Kuan, the second master, Wu Chong went outside and took back all the materials for making puppets and painting skins...
While Wu Chong was studying new skills behind closed doors, the forces belonging to Nie Jianglong in Bailu City began to take over the city. All the interest chains in the past were reshuffled, and the tenants who grew crops for the major forces were also
He took it over, and other ways to make money, such as selling exercises, collecting medicinal materials, etc., were also taken back by him. The old forces that were unwilling to join him were eradicated.
In just one month, the city was full of turmoil. Everyone living in Bailu City knew the rules of this place.
Changed.
"Master, long time no see."
In the small courtyard of the Sanhe Gang, Nie Jianglong, dressed in white, came to the door with a gift.
"I can't afford to be called Master Nie."
Lao Wangtou started coughing again.
After the last time, he no longer used 'crops' to transfer the pollution in his body. With the automatic operation of the demon power, the power of pollution in his body continued to increase. However, he did not tell anyone these trivial things.
"Master is still angry about what happened back then?"
Nie Jianglong walked to the side and sat down.
Those who carried the gifts behind him saluted and left in a hurry.
"I was too weak back then. Even if I stood up to testify, no one would believe me."
Nie Jianglong was not angry at all. This man seemed to always have a mask on his face, making it impossible for people to perceive his true emotions.
Lao Wangtou didn't speak, he just smoked his own dry cigarette.
After living for so long, he was a little tired.
Nie Jianglong, the disciple, knows better than anyone else that he is a 'smart' person and will weigh everything in his heart no matter what he does. In his values, everything can be quantified, and value represents
His attitude towards that person.
"If you have anything to say, just tell me."
Lao Wangtou put down his cigarette and didn't want to beat around the bush anymore.
"I want you to..."
"Old Wangtou,"
Outside the house, Wu Chong's voice came.
Wu Chong, who had finished his retreat, stopped by to visit Lao Wangtou. Lianxing had told him before that Lao Wangtou's complexion had deteriorated a lot.
"Mr. Wu, you are finally here."
Before he finished speaking, Nie Jianglong put on his signature fake smile. Looking at Wu Chong who walked in, he actually took the initiative to say hello.
"So you were just waiting for him."
Lao Wangtou understood the reason why this apprentice came, and a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes.
He has lived his whole life and had so many disciples. The only one who regards him as his master is probably Xu Zhou.
That silly boy...
"Mr. Wu and I are both newcomers who were taken into hell by Miss Hongling. We should support each other."
Nie Jianglong didn't think there was any problem.
He would have met Wu Chong originally, but now that he was introduced by an acquaintance like Lao Wangtou, it was easier for the two to contact him.
What's more, now the two of them belong to the same camp.
"Nie Jianglong?"
Although he had never seen him before, Wu Chong still recognized him at a glance. When Hong Ling left, he specifically told him about this person and hoped that he could take up the defense of Bailu City with Nie Jianglong later.
In terms of rights, Hong Ling also gave him the same treatment as Nie Jianglong.