On the morning of the thirty-second day of playing the simulation scene, a ray of sunlight entered the room from the window and sprinkled on the floor.
He Zhao, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed and practicing "Star Observation Method (Complete Edition of Ancient Gods)", opened his eyes.
In the upper left corner of the line of sight, an information prompt pops up immediately.
[Would you like to save Gene Sublimation·Spirit - 0.1 attribute value? 】
On the nineteenth day of staying in the courtyard, he upgraded all his basic attributes to the level of genetic attributes.
The genetic sublimation attribute of 1.9 is divided into 190 points of basic attributes.
With all the points of his physique fully maxed out, his strength and agility were all forcibly raised to 50 points.
Then, the remaining 101 points are used to fully maximize the two basic attributes, leaving 1 useless basic attribute point.
In the next eleven days, save 1.1 points of genetic sublimation attributes and split them into 11 points of genetic attributes. Without exception, all of them will be added to the physical constitution, thereby whitening the other two attributes of the female ticket.
[Gene power: 10.5]
[Gene constitution: 21.0]
[Gene agility: 10.5]
Come and go again, and you will get 1 point of genetic attribute in vain, which is equivalent to a night of hard work.
No one knows how to fix bugs and exploit loopholes better than him.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
"Um?"
Why are the auditory hallucinations getting worse and worse? The crying sound has been ringing continuously for a month, and it is very punctual. Every time it is breakfast time, it will sound intermittently. It is as accurate as a pocket watch sold in a Western store.
The only drawback is probably the occasional angry shouting.
"Master, you."
"Squeak!"
Before the loyal Ergouzi could finish his daily greetings as usual, the door was pushed open from inside.
"Master, you are finally out."
The boy's words stopped abruptly.
Without him, a strong man with a heavy back and a muscular body, two meters tall, walked out of the house.
Looking at his face, you can vaguely see the elegance of the second young master of the He family.
"Young young master?!"
The servant who had been serving him for a while did not dare to recognize him.
"Well, it's me. What's wrong? I don't recognize your young master?"
"No, no, no, it's just. It's just, Master. Master, you have changed."
Not only has it changed, it's simply a facelift.
No, no matter how powerful the plastic surgeon's scalpel is, he can't transform a thin scholar into a tough guy like Schwarzenegger.
"Young Master, I abandoned literature and embraced martial arts. Facts have proved that I was right. Since I started practicing martial arts, my skills have become better and better day by day. My body is getting better and better every day. It is better to dance with guns and sticks than to dance with literature and ink."
"."
The boy was silent, you are the master, and everything you said is right.
"Ergou, go to the dining room to eat."
"yes."
One master and one servant, one behind the other, headed towards the hall where the cries were getting louder and louder.
Halfway through, he frowned.
"What's going on?"
"Master, you are referring to the crying sound. Hey, the servants in our house have long been used to it. A month ago, the fifth young master accidentally made the master angry.
So, trouble started. Every time when it was time to eat, the master would always put the fifth young master on his lap and spank him. This lasted for a month, and instead of getting less angry, he got more and more angry."
Ergouzi replied in a low voice, for fear that others would hear the snitch.
"What did He Han say?"
"The fifth young master said that when the master dies, he will ask you to make more paper figurines and burn them so that you can follow him and serve him."
"."
He Zhao was silent, that's right!
If you don't keep your mouth shut, you'll have to deal with it, right?
In the dining room, He Wangzu, who had just finished spanking the child, not only did not go out, but his anger became a little stronger.
"Humph, you traitor!"
"When the second brother comes out, I have to deal with him. Let's see what happens to his younger brother. I'm not dead yet, and you are thinking about burning paper for me?"
As he finished speaking, footsteps came from outside.
Everyone looked up, and a tall and burly man came into view.
Mr. He turned to look at his wife, his eyes revealing his doubts as to when the guests would come to the house.
In response, Wang Lan shook her head slightly, indicating that no guests were coming.
"Master, the second young master is here."
Er Gouzi stepped forward to report, and the living room suddenly fell into the weird atmosphere that He Han had told his father about burning paper.
"."
"impossible!"
Mr. He, who had been silent for a long time and held his breath for a long time, finally managed to choke out three words.
How can a month make a huge difference in a person?
What a joke!
"The second young master abandoned literature and embraced martial arts. When I was young, I would wait in front of the courtyard gate every day and I could always hear the sound of fists and kicks coming from the room. Master, maybe the second young master's talent is not in studying, but in practicing martial arts."
He Zhao secretly said that he is a good brother. He is indeed the servant who grew up with him. If he didn't explain anything, others would automatically fill in the loopholes.
"Ah this."
Wang Lan looked at the shocked He Wangzu and couldn't help but smile.
"Sir, didn't you say you wanted to clean up the mess?"
"Huh? I'm not! I didn't! Stop talking nonsense!"
Mr. He looked at his second son's arms, which were thicker than his own thighs, and subconsciously shook his head, denying him three times.
"Eat, why are you standing there, eat quickly."
Everyone smiled and shook their heads at their master's abrupt change of subject.
"Give me a bigger bowl."
Young Master He sat down and asked the boy to change the bowl.
The porcelain bowl on the table was too small to hold in his hand.
After a while, the loyal two dogs returned carrying a porcelain basin.
Mr. He: "."
Aunts: "."
Brothers and sisters: "."
In a daze, half of the dishes and pastries on the table were immediately missing.
"???"
He Zhao swept away the breakfast like wind and lingering clouds.
What makes people feel confused is that his appearance is not ugly at all, and even reveals a pleasing style.
"One more table."
"."
The price of being strong is being able to eat!
If it were an ordinary person, they would go bankrupt after just one meal.
"Didn't you hear what the second young master said? Hurry up and tell the cook to do it." Mr. He scolded the servant waiting on the side, and at the same time glanced at the fifth son without leaving any trace.
Master, I may not be able to beat the second child, but I can still beat the fifth child if I have nothing to do.
"yes."
Not long after a servant left, a man in a long gown and mandarin jacket hurried out from outside. Judging from his face, he seemed to be a shrewd guy.
"Master He! Magistrate, please go to the county government office."
"What's wrong?"
"Oh, it's not the disappearance case that caused the commotion. Only this time, the missing family is the Li family. There are 123 members of the family. The master and servants disappeared without knowing it. The rich families in the city are making a fuss.
Let the prefect give an explanation, otherwise we will join forces to make him get out of Jincheng in disgrace."
For things like this, He Wangzu usually ran as far as he could and refused to interfere if he could.
It's a pity that the prefect sent someone specially, and he couldn't refuse. If he disobeys the superior, he will be punished.
"Let's go."
Mr. He picked up the silk and wiped the corners of his mouth, threw it on the table and stood up to leave home.