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......"
To be continued...