The secret element of absorbing energy is actually to set up an array on the road that pedestrians must pass. Anyone who walks into the array will have a part of their energy sucked away. This energy is collected by a small bottle in the center of the array. Every night before midnight,
The vitality will not disperse. So just take the bottle away before midnight, suck out the vitality inside, and then put it back again.
Use this method repeatedly until the formation becomes ineffective.
Because this trick is harmful to people and is purely for nothing, it is classified as an evil sect spell. However, this spell is extremely effective. It can be used to temper the Hunyuan body at a speed more than ten times that of the Panruo Vajra Hammer.
Originally, the reason why the secret element-absorbing magic uses black chicken blood is because this kind of magic is not easy to be placed in a busy city, otherwise it will be easy to be seen through. At that time, everyone will gain the stolen goods and the loss will outweigh the gain. Therefore, experts choose to use it in a relatively remote place.
The location is not easy to be discovered, and the suction power of the black chicken blood is very overbearing. As long as someone passes by, it will suck away at least one-third of his vitality.
But who here recognizes the secret element-absorbing **? No matter how crowded it is, it doesn't matter. So it doesn't matter whether there is black chicken blood or not, as long as it is ordinary chicken blood. And ordinary chicken blood has weak suction power and can hurt people.
It's very shallow, and can even be ignored at all. But because there are so many people passing by, the energy collected in the whole day will not be less. It really does not hurt others, but also benefits oneself!
After figuring this out, Zhang Qiang immediately turned around and returned to the farmer's market, went straight to the bald man's stall, and asked straight to his face: "How do you sell this chicken blood?"
The bald man turned his head and looked at the plastic bucket containing chicken blood, with a suspicious expression on his face: "You want to buy chicken blood?"
"Yes." Zhang Qiang nodded.
"I have specially reserved this chicken blood for a few restaurants. They will send people to collect it every day, so..."
"How much did you sell them? I'll double it," Zhang Qiang said.
The bald man rolled his eyes: "This bucket of chicken blood is about one hundred and fifty yuan. If you double it, it will be three hundred. Do you really want it?"
"Three hundred is three hundred. Approximately how many chickens' blood do you have in this bucket?"
"About two hundred." The bald man glanced at Zhang Qiang and asked again: "Do you really want it?"
"Yes, but I also want such a big bucket of chicken blood. Do you have it?"
The bald man scratched his scalp, thought for a while and said, "How about I go to other stalls to help you collect some, but the price will be a little more expensive than this bucket."
"How about I give you a total of six hundred and fifty?" Zhang Qiang said.
"Seven hundred!" The bald man patted his chest, "I'll help you get the seven hundred and send it home for you, how about it?"
"Okay!" Zhang Qiang nodded readily.
...
Under the moonlight above the treetops, after dinner, Zhang Qiang closed all the doors and windows, then took out a stack of white papers covered with runes and dipped them one by one into a plastic bucket filled with chicken blood.
The air was filled with a strong smell of chicken blood. Zhang Qiang was sweating profusely and finally put all the rune paper into the chicken blood, and then he breathed a long sigh of relief.
"As soon as midnight is over, these papers will be ready for use. Well, while it's still early, let's take a nap first." Zhang Qiang went to bed, and as soon as he lay down, he suddenly got up again, and then he rummaged through the boxes and found something.
After waiting for a long time, he didn't find what he wanted. After thinking about it, he turned around, opened the door, and walked out quietly.
He came to the kitchen, searched inside and out, and finally fixed his eyes on the salt shaker.
This salt shaker was made of wood, oblate in shape, with a wooden lid on it. Zhang Qiang took it in his hand and smelled it. It was willow wood, and it was still old willow wood.
Obviously this salt jar is an old item left over from Tingxiang Garden, but the willow wood is not valuable, so no one bothered with it. But a jar made of this old wood is exactly what Zhang Qiang needs, because old wood is the easiest to store.
Yuan Qi. So without thinking, I just poured all the salt in the trash can, put the jar in my arms, and tiptoed back to the house...
At midnight, when Zhang Qiang opened the lids of two plastic buckets containing chicken blood, he saw two large piles of small purple-red papers. The papers had dried, and in addition to the strong smell of chicken blood, there was also a faint smell of chicken blood.
A layer of jet-black light. Zhang Qiang picked up a backpack, put all the papers in the bucket into the bag, then opened the door and walked out quietly.
On Tianxing Road, the street lights are dim and there are few pedestrians.
Zhang Qiang came to the intersection during the day and walked forward with his head down along the sidewalk. When a loose colored stone brick appeared in the middle of the road, he stopped.
Looking around, there was no one around. Zhang Qiang quickly grabbed a pile of papers from his backpack, muttered something in his mouth, and threw the papers on the ground.
The purple-red pieces of paper fell down like leaves. The moment they landed on the ground, they suddenly turned into balls of black light, and then slowly seeped into the colorful stone bricks.
Zhang Qiang took the loose stone brick as the center of the circle and walked outward in a circle, throwing pieces of paper as he walked. When he was about thirty meters away from the stone brick, he stopped. At this time
, there was only the last piece of paper left in his hand.
He took out the wooden salt shaker from his backpack, opened the lid, threw the piece of paper in, closed the lid again, and walked towards the loose stone brick.
After uncovering the stone bricks, there was a layer of sand underneath. When the sand was pushed aside, the hard cement floor was revealed. Zhang Qiang raised his head and looked around. At this time, except for the occasional few cars passing by on the road, there was nothing in sight.
The shadow of a living person.
So he took out a hammer and a short steel drill from his backpack, and started smashing them on the cement floor. Ten minutes later, a hole as big as a bowl appeared in the cement floor. Zhang Qiang put the wooden jar down.
Big or small, just right. Cover it with sand and soil, press it tightly, and then put the stone brick back in place.
I stepped hard on the stone bricks with my feet a few times, walked away a few steps and observed it. I felt that it was perfect. Then I nodded with satisfaction, wiped my sweat, packed up my tools, turned around and left...
Early in the morning, Cheng Ming shouted in the kitchen. "Who took away the salt shaker and poured all the salt into the trash can?"
Zhang Qiang buried his head in his porridge and pretended not to hear.
"It's not me!" Yan Yanqiu shouted, and her eyes fell on Zhang Qiang's head. The expression on his face clearly showed that he had found the answer.
"It's not me..." Qin Churou responded, and then said: "Why don't I bring a salt shaker back when I get off work."
Cheng Ming walked out, nodded and said: "Okay, bring a smaller one. If someone steals it in the future, you won't have to waste so much salt." When saying this, Cheng Ming also looked at Zhang Qiang, but
Zhang Qiang pretended to be stupid until the end, without raising his head...
