This one percent is not one percent of the overall power of the young lady in the body.
But if the upper limit of power that Wang Quan can borrow is one hundred, he has only borrowed one percent of it now.
But even with this one percent, the world is already different in his eyes.
He saw many Stitch Monsters surrounding Niu Ben and the two men.
These suture monsters are about three meters tall, their bodies are swollen and greenish-black, and their bodies are a disgusting, deformed appearance composed of various human limbs and torsos.
But these are not important.
Around these suture monsters, there are also various humanoid deformed mutant monsters wandering back and forth.
It was as if they didn't notice Niu Ben and the two of them, and were just wandering aimlessly.
Including the two-story building of the police station, there is a huge black monster made of dozens of tentacles tangled together.
Above the clouds and in the shadows in the distance, Wang Quan could also feel various other things.
It's just that because he doesn't have much borrowed power right now, he can't find it yet. He can only sense that something seems to exist there.
He was thoughtful.
Is this why you can see different monsters with different sanity values?
I am afraid that as time changes and the sanity value decreases, the world in the eyes of these hellwalkers will become more and more dangerous.
Wang Quan clenched the engineer shovel and hammer in his hand and walked slowly towards the two people surrounded by monsters.
Seeing him coming, the group of monsters slowly backed away to make a way, and then stood aside and "watched" him.
Not like closeness, more like...intuitive fear?
They are afraid of Wang Quan.
Or maybe he's afraid of something in his body.
Wang Quan just walked up to the two people.
Looking at Fang Heng who was breathing heavily, Wang Quan asked with a smile: "What do you call him?"
"Fang Heng..."
Fang Heng gritted his teeth, "That's the 'beggar' you sent in during the day when you called the police."
Wang Quan straightened his face and denied: "Stop talking nonsense, I am here to help. Is it ridiculous to let people wander outside in such a cold night?"
"And that guy only has one arm. How dare you touch it with your intact one?"
Fang Heng gritted his teeth and took out a wrinkled one hundred yuan sheet, "Do you still remember this?"
"So it's really you?" Wang Quan pulled the hundred yuan over and stuffed it into his pocket with a very natural movement, and then asked, "How did you grow your arms? Did you deliberately pretend to be disabled this afternoon to defraud me of money?"
"You hellwalkers really have a bad conscience!"
Fang Heng: "..."
He tightened the Eight-sided Han Sword in his hand.
Then he glanced out of the corner of his eye at the group of stitch monsters that didn't dare to approach, and finally endured it.
"It just grew out. Also, I haven't touched porcelain either."
Wang Quan glanced at him and said, "Do you have a sword? It's just a normal long sword."
He poured a little bit of black and red mist into the engineer shovel and the iron hammer, then raised his hands and said, "You can exchange these two magic weapons of mine."
Niu Ben also came over and looked at the two "magic weapons" with Fang Heng.
I saw that the originally extremely ordinary double-sided hammer with a wooden handle and the advanced engineer shovel with modern technology have all undergone changes in form.
Starting from the wooden handles, the two "magic weapons" turned into pure black, and then had spider web-like dark red veins that flickered like breathing.
Just looking at these two "magic weapons", Niu Ben and Fang Heng both felt a sense of excitement on their backs.
It was as if this little hammer and engineer shovel could threaten their lives.
Fang Heng wanted to refuse, but his instinct told him that he should get these two "magic weapons".
He decided to follow his heart.
So he took out a sheathed long sword from the fourth-dimensional chrysanthemum and handed it to Wang Quan, "The name of the sword is Red Blood, and it is a vicious sword. It can absorb other people's blood to replenish physical strength, but the longer you use it, the more vicious you will be hit by the sword." Spirit attacks, so it’s best to use it sparingly.”
Wang Quan threw the hammer to him, then threw the engineering shovel to Niu Ben, and then pulled out his long sword.
The scabbard of this red-blooded sword is made of silver-white shark skin, the sword's jaw is plain and simple, and the sword's body is dark red.
If you look closely, the sword body seems to be flowing with blood, which makes people unable to help but get addicted to it.
After unsheathing his sword, Wang Quan suddenly heard a whisper from an unknown male or female voice in his mind:
"Kill them...kill them...drink their blood...kill...ah?!"
Halfway through his words, the voice suddenly screamed.
Then, disappeared.
Wang Quan swung his sword twice, then sheathed it, raised his head and said, "You can keep the things I gave you, but don't put them into your storage space in the end."
He pointed around and said, "It has miraculous effects on those things, but only for these few days. If you hold this 'magic weapon', as long as you don't take the initiative to provoke, ordinary monsters will not approach you.
"And it's best not to use the power of the divine weapon until the last moment, otherwise you may be unlucky and out of control."
Niu Ben took the engineering shovel and took out the hand ax from the fourth-dimensional chrysanthemum and handed it to Wang Quan, "Boss, this is my exchange."
When Wang Quan took the axe, he said: "My ax is aimed at souls. When it comes to cutting down physical monsters, its power is just that of an ordinary axe, but it can infect the opponent with diseases, randomly.
"This ax actually cuts the soul. It has miraculous effects on ghost monsters. I got it from an island world before.
"The side effect is that when you use it, your soul power will continue to be consumed, but it is not permanent. You can recover through rest."
Wang Quan was very satisfied, “Yes, business can last long only by equal exchange.
"So, where are you going now?"
The two looked at each other and said the place they had decided on from the beginning, "Boss, can you drive us to a few scenic spots?"
They wanted to find out in advance the places they could use to hide from monsters.
This police station won't be able to hold on for two days. We need to find a more powerful place to survive the next few days.
Then the goal is very clear.
Places such as Guanlin Temple, White Horse Temple, Longma Negantu Temple, Shangyang Palace, Tiantang Mingtang, and Sui and Tang Dynasty ruins are must-sees.
Because the places in Taiqingguan are outside the city limits, there is nothing you can do.
And Longmen Grottoes...
That's where Fang Heng escaped from. A dozen hellwalkers died there last night.
Wang Quan nodded, "Okay, but first I'll go to the Ghost House in Wangcheng. I'll see if a friend is there."
This is the result of communicating with Xu Yue.
According to Xu Yue, those who have fallen off cannot enter the "Midnight Ghost Ring" through normal channels, and can only enter this world through a "channel" similar to a ghost workshop.
Wang Quan didn't know why he could come in directly, just like a normal hellwalker.
This is also something he wants to investigate.
But now, I have to go to the ghost workshop to see if Xu Yue has come in, and also find the King of Zhou to see if she has anything to say to me.
"Then let's go."
............
"Do you want to continue fighting?"
In the empty and dilapidated tractor factory building, three Hellwalkers faced each other in a triangle shape.
One of them said: "This is one of several high-risk areas on the map. Are you sure you want to stay here and fight?"
The other two were silent.
The three of them stopped because they sensed different auras.
In fact, the three of them ran into this factory because they were chased by monsters.
When the group of stitch monsters arrived at the factory gate, they just wandered outside instead of entering, as if there was something terrible inside.
They feel it now too.
Deep in the factory, there seems to be something terrifying.
Just by sensing it a little deeper, their brains felt stinging as if someone had pricked them with a needle.
So they didn't dare to go deeper.
"Then..."
Before someone finished speaking, the three of them turned pale and fell to their knees, covering their heads and gritting their teeth to endure the pain.
They heard footsteps.
The footsteps seemed to be stepping on their brains from far to near.
The footsteps were getting louder and louder.
Unknowingly, the heartbeats of the three of them were inexplicably synchronized with the footsteps.
Three minutes later, the footsteps stopped.
What stopped at the same time were the heartbeats of three people.
In the empty factory building, two figures stood facing each other across three corpses.
One of them was a maid with purple eyes, and there were several ferocious furless hounds around her.
Opposite her was an expressionless girl with white hair and golden eyes.
The purple-eyed maid laughed, "If I deal with you here, the young master won't know about it.
"In this world, the An Wanying in the young master's body will almost never come out. As long as you are not there, then I will be the only one for the young master."
She raised her head, her purple eyes flashing slightly, "You think so too, Feng Ajiu."