Passing through the outer city and leaving the city, the entire team fell into silence.
Having lived in the inner city for a long time, most people had no idea that the outer city had become like this, and they felt depressed for a while.
Of course, the greater depression comes from the gloomy-looking Wang Wu in the team.
"Does this mean that the blood is like that of an ox? Or is it that of a tiger?"
Feeling the bursts of heat coming from behind, Yang Yu thought in his mind.
According to Wang Wu, once the blood is exchanged, the human body's blood and energy will be superior to ordinary people's. Until the internal energy is accumulated and nourished throughout the body, it can develop blood and energy like a cow.
The cow here is just a virtual finger, not the strength of a cow in the body of a blood-changing warrior.
In fact, a person as talented as Hu Wan could already compete with the buffalo before the blood exchange.
But it's just a wrestling match.
As for the blood-changing warriors whose energy and blood are as strong as those of an ox, their fists, feet, fingers and palms are blessed with tremendous power. With a single point of reference, whenever they are full of blood and energy, they can be compared to wild bulls running and charging.
"This is at least three blood exchanges. Gee, are all the head catchers so rich?"
Yang Yu was guessing in his mind.
He is definitely more aware of the progress of his own blood transfusion than any other warrior, and he also knows very well that even if he undergoes a second blood transfusion, he will not be able to condense the blood energy of an ox.
From this, it is not difficult to deduce the gap between himself and Wang Wu.
But I don’t know if I can activate my inner energy and violently perform a ‘decapitation’ move...
Thinking in his mind, Yang Yu couldn't help but glance back at Wang Wu, and his eyes couldn't help but fall on his neck, which was as thick as his waist.
It would take at least three cuts to cut it off, right?
"Um?"
Wang Wu was agitated, glared and yelled: "If you fart, hurry up and stop staring at me!"
Looking at Yang Yu, Wang Wu murmured in his heart.
The martial arts he learned are particularly good at tracking, hiding, and sensing. He is particularly sensitive to other people's eyes, but not everyone can make him feel this way.
It might have been an illusion once, but if it happens one after another, I'm afraid it won't be an illusion anymore.
This kid must have some means that can threaten him?
But how is this possible?
He was just a kid who only had one blood transfusion. It must be an illusion that his injury has not healed.
"There is indeed something I want to ask your lord."
Naturally, Yang Prison would not let go of an opportunity.
"Take a break!"
After glancing at the "Country Heroes" who were in a low mood, Wang Wu gave a shout and walked towards the big stone beside the road.
There are still no stone slabs on the ground in Heishan City. The so-called official road is just a slightly stronger dirt road, which is often dirty and muddy.
Sitting on the floor is naturally impossible.
Naturally, the rest of the people had no objections. In fact, most of them had long since regretted it and killed the bandits for fifty taels of silver.
To them, this is simply ridiculous.
You must know that any warrior who has changed his blood will spend one to two hundred taels of silver, or even more, just for a medicinal bath.
pity……
"You ask a few questions, and you have to answer a few of my questions. Is this fair?"
Wang Wu sat down with his golden sword and said in a deep voice:
"go ahead."
"Um……"
Yang Yu lowered his head and pretended to ponder, but in fact he returned to the Cauldron of Gluttony and wrote down some words on the Ghost Head Sword.
"This is?"
Seeing Yang Yu writing and drawing on the ground, Wang Wuben didn't pay much attention to it. After scanning it for a few times, he couldn't help but be startled:
"This is 'Tao Wen'?! Good boy, you can actually do Tao Wen?!"
"Daowen? Dare I ask, sir, what is Daowen?"
Seeing that Wang Wu recognized this word, Yang Yu was overjoyed.
These days, people who can read and write are very rare, and Black Mountain City has never heard of anyone who can recognize ancient Chinese.
Unexpectedly, Wang Wu actually recognized it.
"I understand a little bit, I understand a little bit."
Wang Wulao blushed and pretended to be careless:
"The so-called Taoist texts are actually not that rare. They are just created by Taoist priests who believe in 'evolution' by adding and deleting from normal texts and pretending to do so."
Having said this, Wang Wu leaned down and looked at it carefully, and suddenly felt that his head was a little big.
Taoist texts are inherently idiosyncratic texts. The reason why he recognized some of them was because one of his uncles went to the mountains to study Taoism.
But I only have a rough understanding of it.
At this time, Yang Yu wrote hundreds of words in a row on the ground. Only two of them could be recognized at a glance. Counting the guesses, there were only about ten.
"grown ups?"
Seeing that Wang Wu was still silent, Yang Yu asked in a low voice.
Although he had to ask, he would not copy the whole thing. He would just pick out a few dozen words that were the most uncommon and difficult to guess out of hundreds of words.
"this……"
Wang Wu coughed a few times, a little embarrassed:
"This character is pronounced as 'level', and these two are called 'god' and 'star'..."
These three words were the ones he was most certain of, and the rest were just guesses.
But Yang Prison was already stunned.
The first three words he took from the handle of the knife were the name of this 'advanced martial arts'.
Counting the few words he guessed, he knew the name of this martial art.
But, is this martial arts?!
"...Ghosts and gods...Kuixing rank chart?!"
He was chanting in his heart. For some reason, a strong throbbing filled his whole heart. Involuntarily, Yang Yu reached out and wiped out all the Taoist texts on the ground.
"The word should be, bird?...Why did you erase it?!"
Wang Wu was still trying hard to guess. When he saw that the words were gone, he felt relieved, but there was dissatisfaction on his face.
Yang Yu gathered his thoughts and pointed to the distance:
"somebody is coming!"
"Um?"
Wang Wu stood up and saw smoke and dust billowing from behind him.
Accompanied by the sound of horse hooves, not long after, a policeman came astride the horse, walking in a hurry.
"Sir, this is the secret message from my family's head catcher!"
The policeman looked disgraced and slapped him for a while before handing him a secret letter sealed with paint.
"Secret message..."
Wang Wu's expression became solemn, he tore open the letter and scanned it, his brows suddenly furrowed.
"I have always only had soldiers to catch bandits, but have I ever seen soldiers to catch bandits? How brave, what a brave dog!"
With a shake of his hand, the letter was shattered into powder. Wang's beard and hair all spread out like an enraged tiger. The frightened policeman staggered back and almost fell to the ground.
Yang Yu was also close, and he felt the blood rushing to his face, with a burning sting, and his heart couldn't help but jump.
It's just a mood swing that has such power.
Bloody like an ox...
"But I don't know that the 'nine cows and two tigers' in my recipe..."
Yang Prison took a deep breath.
There are not many differences in the ingredients, and it won't take long before he can verify his guess.
"snort!"
On the other side, Wang Wu gave a cold shout and called everyone up to prepare to leave.
Conveniently, he also kept the catching horse.
"This horse..."
The catcher had a bitter look on his face.
While Yang Yu was still guessing what the letter said, Wang Wu got on his horse, and the horse's limbs went limp and it whined again and again.
"Go back and tell your boss that I'll take these bastards!"
After that, without looking at the expression on the officer's face, he drove his horse forward:
"Everyone, follow up!"
Wang Wu clapped his horse and ran away without stopping. By the time it got dark, a group of people had followed the horse for a full eighty or ninety miles.
Wait until Wang Wu turns over and dismounts.
The people behind him and the horse under him were so tired that they almost collapsed to the ground, sweating profusely.
"Black Wind Mountain..."
Yang Prison was breathing heavily.
Wipe off the beads of sweat and look into the distance.
There are mountains blocking the view, with lush vegetation and groups of dangerous peaks. Under the gradually darkening sky, they look like creeping beasts roaring.