He Zhao opened the wooden box and revealed a vibrant, still beating heart buried in lime.
The few people chatting on the street today talked about one less mutilated corpse.
Before throwing the body away, he thought about it and removed the heart of the eater in case of emergency.
Who would have thought that a month later, it would actually come in handy.
"Pig Granny, Pig Granny, for the sake of my own life, I have no choice but to feel sorry for you." He Zhao, a green Pig Granny, took out the hidden short knife from her waist, cut open the heart and dripped blood into the bowl.
Through conversations with diners, we can learn that Wang Shoubei is not a good person.
If the water bandits approached the city, Ji Liao would be unprepared and would leave Wancheng with his elite private soldiers. Or he might simply forcefully recruit troops and defend the city at the risk of the lives of the people in the city.
After all, he is an official. Once he escapes and the Daxuan court holds him accountable, not to mention the execution of the nine tribes, at least he will have to be punished.
And those who have received boxing training at Hengshan Boxing Gym are even better soldiers.
In the event of a sudden change, you are in danger!
The battlefield is ruthless, and even the Xuandu Army and the Xuanjia warriors cannot guarantee their own lives.
Jin guy?
Don't be kidding, who is not a secret blood warrior, who would fight with the government for a registered disciple who paid thirty taels of silver to accept him? Besides, even if he is saved, the other disciples and disciples will be asking for help. Should he be saved?
"People must rely on themselves!"
A famous quote from a doctor comes to mind.
He Zhao was extremely impressed by this and felt that what the other party said was very reasonable.
"Buzz——"
A large amount of spiritual energy poured into his eyes, strange invisible fluctuations spread, the room quickly lost color, and everything around him became gray.
Subconsciously holding his breath, he didn't know what kind of monsters were hidden in Wancheng's spiritual world. It was always right to be careful. It was worth mentioning that the spiritual world here was much better than Qinghe Town. The former was at least not as good as the latter.
It was so dilapidated, but the doors and windows were intact.
He won't be directly faced with the attack of the behemoth as soon as he shows up.
"call......"
He breathed a sigh of relief and brought it up again the next second.
A huge black shadow swished past the window.
"Chirp——"
"Gah!!"
"Chi chi chi..."
Various sounds, near or far, reached He Zhao's ears.
'So many aliens!'
He did not dare to delay, so he sat on the dilapidated bed and opened the curtains to increase his sense of security. He quickly took off his shirt and smeared it all over his body with the Blood of the Eater Demon.
"puff--"
The short knife was inserted into his heart, He Zhao gritted his teeth and remained silent.
The hot blood penetrated into his heart along the blade, and his whole body felt like he was in magma. The intense pain almost made him grit his teeth.
Time passed, and I don't know how long it took, until the spider web-like blood stains on his body faded, and he activated his spiritual vision again and returned to the real world.
"snort--"
He Zhao groaned and scratched his torso with both hands until his whole body became bloody and most of the pain was relieved before he stopped.
When the pain that was comparable to torture subsided and I felt the alien blood flowing in my body, a notification suddenly popped up in the upper left corner of my vision.
[Original Blood Warrior: 5%]
"You can see the progress here? Then can the aliens also see the progress?"
【Israeli:21.7%】
The ruthless man's eyelids twitched, and he tremblingly threw the bloody clothes into the charcoal basin and burned them. He sighed at the gap between him and the Taoist Master of Hetu, and then dressed neatly and went out to fetch water for a bath.
"Eating Demon."
Lying in the bathtub, He Zhao recalled what was special about him. Aside from the fact that he liked to eat people, he was agile, had extremely strong reflexes, and had a terrifying resilience.
After wiping it clean, he took a step forward and made a sound.
He disappeared from the bed and appeared at the door of the room.
"So fast!"
If He Zhao's speed was 2 before becoming a raw blood warrior, then at this moment, it is a full 6.
"three times!"
Unfortunately, it is still much slower than the eater's original speed.
He took out the speed-increasing jade basket from his clothes, injected a large amount of spiritual power, and felt his feet being lifted up by the whirlwind.
The figure flashed and came from the door to the bed.
"The growth rate of the jade basket is +5, so when multiple factors are added up, my speed is 11? No, no, no, at night, fighting, serious injuries will be +7. When combined, it is at least 18."
"Agile testing is completed, next..."
"puff!"
The knife pierced the palm, and the blood dripped into the charcoal basin, making a hissing sound.
"Under death resistance, this kind of injury will take three days to recover."
In a flash, the sun sets over the mountain.
While He Zhao was standing, he felt that his bandaged left hand was itching unbearably, but he was reluctant to stop practicing, so he could only grit his teeth and grit his teeth.
Just kidding, when you become a raw blood warrior, you can endure the pain that is comparable to torture. It is just an itching pain. I congratulate someone for not being afraid.
As time goes by, the strange itch gradually weakens.
It used to take twelve hours to digest six pounds of alien flesh and blood, but now it only takes six hours. Fortunately, his proficiency has not weakened, otherwise He Zhao would have to cry.
["Bronze Human Stake": 4401/5000 (Dacheng)]
["Unknown Breathing Method": 4401/5000 (Dacheng)]
[Original Blood Warrior: 5.2%]
After just a casual glance, he stopped paying attention and started practicing the "Hengshan Fist" taught by Jin Lao.
This boxing training method has a total of 108 moves, but there are only three killing moves used in actual combat.
He could only be patient and practice boxing over and over again.
Wait until dawn, exactly twenty-five times.
When practicing boxing, he always felt as if he had overlooked something.
["Hengshan Fist": 0/500 (skilled)]
Thanks to the Son of the Night, each punch can gain +3. Counting the original 1 point of proficiency, after one punch, there will be a total of 4 points of proficiency.
He Zhao wiped the sweat from his forehead, cleaned up the water stains on the ground, and finally opened his bandaged left hand.
As clean as ever!
"Restored in one day, the power of regeneration is so terrifying."
According to this kind of recovery power, he can use the sacrificial bone dagger to stab himself in the heart three times without dying.
"Master Hetu, wait for me!"
Just as he was about to have some breakfast and rest, he suddenly stopped in his tracks.
Wait a minute, 5.2%!
[Original Blood Warrior: 5.2%]
"???"
5.2%!!
Something's wrong, I didn't do anything, why did it increase by 0.2%?
No, pile method and breathing method!
Opening his clothes, he found that he had discharged a lot more impurities today than usual.
"Breathwork."
Thinking of Jin Lao's original sound like a stream of blood, He Zhao secretly broke through the iron shoes to find it, and it took no effort to get it.
Co-author I have been riding a donkey looking for a donkey?
"Hahaha......"
He became an original blood warrior in one breath and found a way to speed up the transformation into different blood. He was extremely excited.
After He Zhao finished breakfast, he walked around the city and found that the atmosphere was even more solemn than yesterday.
Not only were the elite private soldiers of Wang Guard patrolling, but there were also many ordinary soldiers who looked like second-rate soldiers.
The smiles disappeared from the faces of the people in the city, and they were all worried, fearing that water bandits would come to massacre the city!
Obviously, they have serious lack of confidence in Wancheng's defense strength.
In this pessimistic atmosphere, a month passed quickly.
Food purchases in the city began to be restricted, petty thefts became more and more frequent, and gang members who had been holding back for a long time began to get ready to take action.
What a mess!
The more chaos there is, the more likely they are to take advantage of troubled waters and make a fortune.
He Zhao went to the boxing gym. According to the rules, at the beginning of every month, Jin Lao would check the boxing proficiency of the registered disciples.
He Zhao looked at the message and could only think of two words - satisfied.
After a while, we arrived at our destination.
As soon as I stepped through the door, I saw many disciples already surrounding the practice ground, and I heard cheers from time to time.
Jin Lao, on the other hand, was lying on the rocking chair, squinting his eyes to observe the progress of the boxing skills of the registered disciples.
"well!"
There were more than a dozen people in a row, but no one could catch his eye.
Especially the registered disciples who have practiced boxing for more than a year, their physical talents are really good, and their qualifications are average. Unfortunately, their understanding is comparable to a fool's stone, and their boxing skills are still far behind Xiaocheng.
This kind of person can allow him to compete for the secret blood warrior position?
Talent and understanding are both indispensable, and it doesn't even matter if the former is almost the same.
In the blink of an eye, it's noon.
"Next, Li Liang." Senior Brother shouted.
He Zhaozhan was born, this is his pseudonym, homophonic to power!
The 1808-style training method was performed one by one. At the beginning, it was smooth and smooth, but later on, some moves were not standard.
"good!"
Jin Lao shouted "Hello", and all the disciples immediately followed him, cheering one after another.
Among the crowd, there was a person with a gloomy face, looking at He Zhao with a vaguely evil look.
"In one month, my boxing skills have barely reached the proficient level. I really saw you right." Jin Lao glanced at the ugly-looking disciple without any trace.
He Zhao's eyes were so poisonous, he looked at them subconsciously.
Suddenly, a familiar and gloomy face came into view.
He knew the identity of this person. He was the younger generation of the Zhang family among the four major households in Wancheng.
‘The overt and covert struggle between the boxing gym and the four major families?’
Hengshan Boxing Gym is the only one in the entire Wancheng that has the quota for secret blood warriors.
Therefore, all the major forces in the city sent their outstanding descendants to train there.
Of course, this does not include the lofty Hetu Dao. People disdain the secret blood warriors, and the Taoist master is too lazy to deal with a group of common people who are vying for power.
'I blocked their way? No, it should be said that Jin Guy pushed me out and blocked their way!'
Within three months, He Zhao had not never guessed why the cheap master wanted to feed himself by picking food from the Black King's mouth.
"Li Liang, go get something with the housekeeper. This is the last time." Jin Lao called He Zhao and murmured in a low voice.
Renrenzhao nodded, indicating that he knew.
At the same time, the situation in Wancheng became increasingly unfavorable.
Even if the second largest force is affected, the banditry may last longer, and maybe the water bandits will arrive at the city gate tomorrow.
Carrying 180 pounds of alien flesh and blood wrapped in white cloth on one shoulder, he quickly left the boxing gym.
At the same time, a few more small tails appeared behind him.
He Zhao did not go to the inn, but instead wandered around in the streets and alleys. The people behind him followed with all their strength.
A few hours later, he entered a remote alley.
"MD, this guy is like a dog, he can really walk."
"Brother Zhang, I will break his legs later. We will be exhausted."
"Where are the people?!"
When they entered the alley, they did not find He Zhao.
"Find me?"
Everyone turned around and saw the ruthless man carrying the meat with a playful look on his face.
"Niang Xipi...I..."
Before the younger brother could curse, the Zhang family member who took the lead raised his hand to stop him.
"Li Liang, with one thousand taels of silver, withdraw from the competition for quota. Don't tell me you don't know. Judging from Jin Guy's attitude towards you, you know exactly what I'm talking about!"
Don't refuse, the Zhang family is not a vegetarian. I have already negotiated with the other three families, and the quota will be divided equally between me and the Sun family. I paid the price, and it cannot be wasted.
Besides, the current situation is tense. If Wang Shouwei catches the water bandit's spies, someone may be in trouble. Even a golden man will not offend hundreds of thousands of people in the entire city just for one person."
The threat is beyond words.
He Zhao put down the flesh and blood on his shoulders, still keeping a smile on his face.
"I don't care about the fight between your four major families and the boxing gym, but I always like to nip all threats in the bud."
As soon as he finished speaking, he disappeared in front of everyone with a loud sound.
Then the boy named Zhang and several of his followers felt a pain in their foreheads and were suddenly plunged into darkness.
After a moment, He Zhao walked out of the alley again.
"idiot!"
The person named Sun remained silent, but you jumped up and down.
In the dark alley, faceless corpses were strewn about. On their foreheads, a bloody hole was extremely conspicuous.
At the absolute speed, any resistance seems ridiculous and powerless.
As He Zhao was walking on the road to the inn, the arrogant words of the Zhang family's children were all in his mind.
If your son is so arrogant, he is definitely not a good father.
What if these people follow the clues and find themselves out?