I can see the blood bar, my purity is very high

"Usury? Organ mortgage?" Lu Wenwu frowned, "No, what do you want? Sell these tomorrow and repay the loan first, there's no need to do this."

"I don't know what I want, maybe I was just impulsive."

Liu Linan's eyes were red and he clenched his fists tightly.

"No one has ever been so kind to me in this ditch coconut milk city. I was exploited by the company at work, and I was fighting with my colleagues while trying to roll up my sleeves. Now that my comprehensive ability has declined, I have been ruthlessly kicked out and live a life that is neither human nor ghost in the garbage dump."

"I am not a natural person. I am a targeted breeding modulator born in the company's birth factory. If I hadn't made some achievements and paid off the loan signed with the company before I was born, my parts should have been recycled by the company when my ability declined."

"Don't worry about the loan sharking. The repayment time is two months. For such a long time, I now have the hands and feet you made for me, which is enough. At worst, I can find a small company to work as a cow and horse for two months."

Lu Wenwu was silent for a moment and patted Liu Linan's shoulder.

Then, he silently picked up the steaming fried chicken burger on the table and gave one to Mao Mao.

Opening the package, the palm-sized burger contained a few wilted unknown vegetables and a not-so-big steak.

After taking a bite, the taste of frozen and thawed bread, the strange taste of vegetables, and the taste of inferior palm oil from street stalls mixed with an inexplicable chicken smell spread in the mouth.

There was not even salad dressing and ketchup.

Lu Wenwu seriously ate the fried chicken burger that Liu Linan bought with a large loan.

To be honest, this should be the worst fried chicken burger he has ever eaten in his life.

Fried chicken itself does not have the rich aroma that should belong to high-fat fried food, nor does it have the rich juice and the wonderful taste of teeth cutting muscle fibers that belong to meat products.

But this artificial meat burger is already a precious thing in Coconut Juice City, and it is a precious thing that ordinary people can't eat in their lifetime.

This should also be the most expensive fried chicken burger Lu Wenwu has ever eaten in his life.

A civilization with advanced technology that has almost unlocked unlimited energy and theoretically unlimited productivity, but the lower class can't afford normal meals.

What an irony.

The people suffer when the prosperity is prosperous, and the people suffer when the decline is.

Without continuing this somewhat sad topic, Lu Wenwu opened the packaging of those high-grade nutritional pastes and threw the crystal-clear, jelly-like, fruity rectangular strips into his mouth.

Compared with the most common black nutritional pastes, the high-grade ones have a peach-like taste.

The taste is still quite good when eaten.

The package also indicates that it can be eaten with a taste editor for a better flavor.

But Lu Wenwu didn't have such a thing, so he chewed the peony directly and swallowed all twenty tubes of high-grade nutritional paste.

The energy contained in such a tube of high-grade goods is more than ten times that of low-grade nutritional paste.

But the price is not as simple as ten times, at least dozens of times.

After twenty tubes, Lu Wenwu extracted the energy substances contained in more than two hundred low-grade nutritional pastes, and the reserve is extremely rich.

In an instant, the nine breaths of Qi circulation, the void channel was opened again.

This time, with sufficient confidence, Lu Wenwu opened the channel directly in his stomach. A large amount of spiritual energy gushing out from the chaotic void directly and roughly poured into his body, making him look a little swollen, and it was still expanding at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The skin on the surface had already cracked slightly, and many capillaries broke because they could not withstand the huge impact of the spiritual energy, forming an abrupt purple.

Lu Wenwu pointed a finger at Maomao's dog paw, and continuously transformed the spiritual energy through his body and passed it over.

The feeling that the flesh was about to burst was immediately suppressed to a certain extent, and began to be refined by the powerful devouring ability.

The next moment, blood-colored steam rose, and Lu Wenwu's physical strength increased at an incredible speed, and the amount of spiritual energy that could be endured and transformed was also increasing.

The morbid swelling gradually shrank, and the extremely toned muscles gradually showed a rock-hard feeling, like a mountain sitting there.

Maomao's cultivation also climbed wildly under the infusion of a large amount of spiritual energy, and the power he could control became stronger and stronger.

Even though there are many spells that cannot be cast in this place of absolute spirits that require the power of elements and the elemental power of heaven and earth, being able to control one's own innate demon fire and a large amount of spiritual power is already quite powerful.

In just a few minutes of infusion, a small puddle has reappeared under Maomao's originally dried demon pill.

It is enough to release the most basic spiritual power shield and a few small fireballs formed by the innate demon fire.

If you encounter the kind of hot weapon attack that cannot be dodged like the big butcher, this spiritual power shield can at least withstand about ten seconds of gunfire and rain of bullets, and the large-caliber anti-material sniper rifle that looks like a small artillery shell after the magic modification can also withstand a few rounds.

As a user of the Nine Breaths of Submission, Lu Wenwu only supplies a small part of it to Maomao after the transformation.

Most of the spiritual energy has entered his body and has been transformed by him into the purity he needs.

Walking through the journey all over again, Lu Wenwu somehow felt that his cultivation speed was much faster than when he first started practicing, and the spiritual energy required to improve his body was much less than expected.

Just the four corpses and twenty sticks of high-quality nutritional ointment allowed Lu Wenwu to go from the initial [Physical] attribute of around 50 to the [Physical] attribute of around 100, with a great increase in purity.

Even if the subsequent lifting speed will be slowed down because more volume is required, it will be much faster.

After all, it is to unblock the strength, rather than actually practice it again, which is reasonable.

If you really have to practice cultivation again in this world, that will be really troublesome.

But Lu Wenwu still didn't understand how the copy system sealed his body.

Maomao's side is a serious system of cultivating immortals, just sealing spiritual power.

Can this simple body of mine really be sealed?

If it could really be done, why didn't you do it when you went to the ghost school and the underworld?

When Lu Wenwu woke up with these doubts, the room was completely dark. The time displayed on the tablet on the table was already five o'clock the next morning, and there were a few uneaten nutritional ointments next to it.

Maomao, who has finished his training long ago, is dozing off with his eyes closed. With spiritual power infiltrating his body, he doesn't need much sleep. Training is the best sleep.

Liu Lin'an curled up in a corner on the ground, sleeping soundly with his new legs on his head and his new arms in his arms.

The prosthetic bodies that were taken out yesterday have been neatly stored and placed in the large, somewhat worn backpack.

Two of the bags carried by the four unlucky guys contained supplies such as magazines and grenades, and the other two backpacks were stuffed with six guns and several water bottles.

It seems that Liu Lin'an also made a lot of preparations last night.

Lu Wenwu just tiptoed out of bed, ready to look for the light in this room.

A pair of eyes suddenly opened and looked straight over.

It's Liu Lin'an.

"Good morning"

"Call me Fifth Brother, although theoretically you may have to call me Grandpa based on seniority." Lu Wenwu said with a smile, "I probably didn't make a sound. Did you stay awake all night?"

"I fell asleep. This was the most comfortable and solid night of sleep I have ever had in my life, and I didn't use the neural regulation system to force me into deep sleep."

Liu Lin'an also laughed, quickly adjusted his arms and legs, and walked around the room excitedly.

"Brother Wuwu, you really didn't make a sound. I was just woken up by the biometric radar. Living here, you know, the room door is not safe, and I don't close it by default."

"Pretty good."

Lu Wenwu picked up the Overlord Spear, Liuhuo, standing by the wall, and lightly threw it at him.

The black alloy right arm shot out like lightning and immediately caught it accurately.

Looking at Liu Lin'an's questioning look, Lu Wenwu explained: "If you are willing to use it, you can keep it. There are also these four long and two short six guns and grenades, and keep some for self-defense. If you don't need them, we can sell them together later and exchange them all for credit." point."

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Liu Lin'an's eyes were a little tangled.

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Of course he knows that guns are a good thing, and how safe are they for long-range attacks?

But there are no modified prosthetics such as those auxiliary shooting plug-ins in his body.

It’s your first time touching a gun. Can you use it well?

If he really chooses a gun, then the two top-notch prosthetics that Fifth Brother spent so much effort on making for himself and the Overlord Gun, Flowing Fire, will probably be wasted.

This is a good treasure that can make a top mercenary.

Just a broken gun can attract the covetous attention of four powerful mercenaries.

Three hours later.

It's eight o'clock in the morning, the beginning of the day.

The sun has already risen in the sky, casting a warm gleam on this fallen city of freedom.

The night owls who had just finished their nightlife carnival walked arm-in-arm and staggered towards the slums.

Some people who had taken too many hallucinogenic drugs fell down on the roadside and simply couldn't sleep on the spot, or they died suddenly from excessive inhalation.

Whenever this happens, many scavengers who have been watching eagerly will swarm up and drag the still-warm corpse into a dark alley while it is still hot.

Remove the opponent's possible prosthetic body while it's hot, remove the organs that can still function normally, store them in an incubator, and sell them to the flesh and blood factory.

There are also those who really take advantage of the heat, but that is after others have finished dismantling the prosthetic body.

In this city, you can see almost all XP being released, and it is released on the street.

Men and women, both men and women, both men and women, discussing each other in depth can be seen almost everywhere on the street.

As the cheap medicine was pushed into the body one after another, the suppressed shouts of excitement mixed with moans were heard like beasts, and the absurd beauty that caused the brain to fall into a near coma emerged every moment.

Full of freedom.

In the mixed buffer zone at the junction of the urban area and the slums, a young man wearing a blue mandarin jacket, a melon cap, and a pair of small gold-rimmed round sunglasses was setting up a stall on the street.

There is a metal box on the stall covered with red cloth. Next to the box is a sign bucket rolled out of scrap iron, which contains half a bucket of flat iron picks.

Next to it was a "crystal" ball the size of a human head and a deck of tarot cards.

The blue half-flag held high by a metal pole behind him has a Bagua pattern painted on the top, and the swastika symbol of Buddhism is at the bottom.

In the middle are three bright gold-plated characters - Wang Banxian!

If you look closely, you can see that the horizontal and vertical lines in the middle of the character "Wang" in "Wang Banxian" are in the shape of a cross, which makes the whole character look a bit strange.

On the left side is a column of small characters, which reads: Knowing the past five hundred years, believing in bionic gods and Buddhas.

There is also a column of vertical characters on the right side, which reads: Knowing the future a thousand years, being a cyber priest.

On the table, a long metal plate with a QR code engraved on it also has the full name of this person.

But because it is too long, people who are not familiar with him call him Wang Banxian, and people who are familiar with him call him a god stick.

In general, this is a guy who usually sets up a stall to tell fortunes, and also exorcises evil spirits and disasters and looks at feng shui, and works as an intelligence dealer part-time.

After all, he has people from all walks of life here, and many gang leaders and big mercenaries are also impressed by his eloquent tongue. Before going on a mission, most of them will come to pray for blessings, or take out their equipment to ask the master to open it, or ask for an amulet or something.

Over time, this small stall has become a famous intelligence point.

Under the survivor bias, many people will come here after hearing the news that "someone bought the news/blessing and became rich overnight", making this place more and more popular.

Wang Banxian, who accidentally caused all this, is very helpless about it.

In fact, he just wanted to set up a stall at the beginning and make a living with his ancestral craftsmanship.

How did things develop into this?

Especially after the carrion bird said yesterday that he really dug up treasures according to his news, more people came here.

Looking at the resentful species that he had just sent away with auspicious words, Wang Banxian rubbed his temples.

Just now I heard from a customer that the butcher and his fifty brothers died of unknown causes, and even the reactor exploded.

Because of this, the people of the scavenger birds seemed very angry, because Liu Quezi, the only one who got the news before the butcher, mysteriously disappeared after returning from the garbage dump, and the treasure also disappeared without a trace, so they were so angry that they blew up Liu Quezi's shack.

I hope that the lame man is all right.

Wang Banxian sighed again.

It has been a year since he came to this world of trenches, and he is still a long way from completing the main task, and he doesn't know when it will end.

Liu Quezi is the only guy who looks like a human among the people he knows, and he can be regarded as a friend.

If he dies, I really don't know if there will be another normal person in this society against the sky.

Should I just change into an artificial bulletproof skin?

I might as well get a secondary heart and two artificial auxiliary lungs.

I feel so insecure.

Just as Wang Banxian was thinking about business, a shadow covered his stall.

A tall, strong, heroic man who looked like a god of war lowered his head and whispered, "Great Father Wang Lama (half-immortal) of the Shaolin Temple's Wudang Mountain Office? Nice to meet you, I am the invincible Tyrannosaurus God of War, Lu Wenwu."