I picked up skill fragments in the demon world

Chapter 65: High Explosive Gunpowder (Seeking Subscriptions)

In reality, the best way to deal with a fox spirit is to imbue the entire house with golden light, but upon reflection, that wouldn't work. If I reinforce all four walls with golden light, where would the fox spirit enter? It would only be able to burrow in from underground. However, if Zhang Chen wants to trap the fox spirit, he needs to reinforce the ground with golden light after the fox spirit has burrowed in. But the fox spirit isn't stupid; if it senses something amiss, it would probably just escape underground. When its paws touch the ground, its speed of escaping underground would definitely be much faster than my speed of reinforcing with golden light.

"What if I reinforce three walls, the ground, and the roof with golden light, leaving only the firewall? The fox spirit's soul would have nowhere to land, and it would definitely not dare to continue entering. Moreover, my speed of reinforcing a wall with golden light seems to be no different from reinforcing the ground."

Countless thoughts flashed through Zhang Chen's mind, and a hint of contemplation appeared in his eyes.

That fox spirit's speed is very fast. If anything is amiss, it will directly burrow underground, and I'm afraid my actions won't be as fast as it.

"Since I want to test the fox spirit, I do have a method, which is to use gunpowder. At the same time, I can also remove myself from suspicion. Even if I don't kill the fox spirit with the explosion, it won't suspect me!"

Zhang Chen lay in the box, thoughts flashing through his mind: "I just don't know where the upper limit of this fox spirit lies?"

"Don't rush! Don't rush! The advantage is with me!" Zhang Chen muttered to himself: "Since the golden light can't test whether the fox spirit has legendary supernatural powers, then I'll use gunpowder to try! If the fox spirit uses its demonic arts to resist the explosion of the gunpowder, I'll temporarily lie low. If the fox spirit doesn't have demonic arts and is hit by the gunpowder explosion, it will definitely suffer heavy damage, and I can directly take the opportunity to kill it!"

This is the first time he has actively faced a monster, so how could he not be cautious? This isn't a novel; this is reality. He has no chance of failure; once he fails, there is only death.

Therefore, he won't act unless he has to, and when he does, he must use thunderous methods, not giving the fox spirit a chance to react.

Zhang Chen quietly lay on the box, tilting his ear to listen to the movements next door:

"The fox spirit didn't get what it wanted, so how could it let it go? According to the fox spirit's nature, it will definitely seek revenge."

One hour, two hours, three hours. After three hours, the waiting time was the most agonizing. At this time, a trace of inexplicable thoughts also emerged in Zhang Chen's mind: "This feeling of waiting for the other party to retaliate is really uncomfortable. That fox spirit can go to heaven and earth, disregarding physical obstacles, appearing and disappearing unpredictably, making it impossible to defend against. If it ambushes me, I'm afraid I won't be able to avoid it. After all, people always get tired. If that fox spirit sneaks in while I'm asleep and hits me on the head, I'm afraid my life will be in danger."

As the saying goes, there are only a thousand days of being a thief, but not a thousand days of guarding against a thief. At this time, Zhang Chen quietly waited for the fox spirit's methods in the darkness, only to realize the torment in his heart.

"This is just my test. If I really break face with the fox spirit, and I fail to kill it with one blow, the fox spirit will definitely use any means, at any cost, to kill me. I'm afraid I won't be able to close my eyes day and night. Even if I endure, I'll be exhausted to death by that fox spirit. Moreover, I'm afraid I won't even dare to live in a house, fearing that a large stone will fall from the sky, smash through my roof, and crush me to death in the house."

At this time, Zhang Chen lay in the darkness, his thoughts constantly flashing, and he increasingly felt that the fox spirit's deterrent power was truly terrifying.

"Initiative! Initiative is very important! I only hope that I can develop new skills in the future, so that I can have the ability to turn passivity into initiative when facing monsters. Tomorrow, I will use gunpowder to test and see how much of a true color this fox spirit has!"

Time passed drop by drop in the darkness. Zhang Chen silently calculated his heartbeat. After about three hours, seeing that the fox spirit next door had not made any movements, Zhang Chen's mouth slightly curved up, and a hint of inexplicable color appeared in his eyes: "Could it be that the fox spirit is really at the end of its rope? Otherwise, how could it let it go? According to that fox spirit's nature, it should at least come and beat me up. How could it just let it go? It seems that this fox spirit is really at the end of its rope!"

Zhang Chen secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and his fear of the fox spirit also greatly diminished.

"If gunpowder can't kill it, then I can only continue to lie low and develop for a period of time. After I open that ancient tomb, I'll see to what extent my skills can be upgraded."

Zhang Chen closed his eyes, collected all the distracting thoughts in his heart, and then slowly fell asleep.

Zhang Chen slept soundly. At this time, the fox spirit next door stood in front of the firewall, its eyes looking at the holes in the firewall, spying on Zhang Chen in the next room. Hearing his steady breathing, it couldn't help but grind its teeth in the darkness. The more the entire fox thought about it, the angrier it became: "Damn it, when did that little thief master such an evil skill? His golden light can actually be stored outside, using external objects as a carrier to remain. It's really evil! This guy is simply the nemesis of all 'weird' things! A weird thing without a physical body is simply meeting its natural enemy when it encounters him. Fortunately, I, Fox Immortal Ancestor Nannan, am gifted with extraordinary talent. I obtained a great opportunity and great fortune in the ancient tomb in the past. Otherwise, I would really have capsized! It's just that this kid has mastered such methods, so it won't be easy to manipulate him in the future."

Thinking of this, the more Fox Immortal Nannan thought about it, the angrier she became: "I, the old ancestor, am also a sixth-order existence. Even if I suffered a change when I was promoted to the seventh level, and my strength was greatly damaged, after five years of recuperation, I can still exert the power of a fourth-order object manipulator. Could I be manipulated by a mere brat? A mere ant that I could crush to death at will in the past, and you want to manipulate me?"

"It wouldn't work if I directly moved a stone to smash him to death, or moved a flame to burn him to death! After all, I still have to rely on him to deal with the weird things in the ancient tomb. However, I can't do anything to you, but I may not be able to manipulate you."

The fox spirit's eyes turned, and in the next moment, its soul left its body and headed towards the back mountain.

The next morning, Zhang Chen had a good sleep. Looking at the sunlight shining in through the window, Zhang Chen's eyes swept across the house, and a mysterious smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "That fox spirit is at the end of its rope! There was no movement all night. It seems that it really can't do anything about my golden light! It's time to settle the score with the fox spirit! I'll go to the mountains to configure gunpowder first, and use gunpowder to blow up its physical body to see if it has any other trump cards!"

Just as Zhang Chen was about to prepare to go to the mountains to configure gunpowder, suddenly there was a burst of rapid knocking on the door outside. His younger sister, Zhang Tuowei's voice, sounded outside the door, her voice a little anxious: "Big brother, are you home?"

Zhang Chen's heart skipped a beat. He quickly jumped off the cabinet, pushed the door open, and saw Zhang Tuowei, who was panting and sweating profusely: "What's wrong?"

Zhang Tuowei had obviously run all the way here. Looking at the sweat flowing down her ears and her back completely soaked, an ominous premonition rose in Zhang Chen's heart.

"Our house has been robbed, and mother told me to call you over."

Zhang Tuowei said, panting heavily.

"Robbed?" Zhang Chen's heart sank when he heard this. He grabbed Zhang Tuowei, not caring about the things in the house, and quickly rushed towards Liwan Village. Before long, he had arrived at the Zhang family's house, only to see Zhang Shi sitting in the house crying, her eyes swollen like peaches, and her face sallow without a trace of blood.

“Mother!” Zhang Chen hurriedly went to Madam Zhang's side and called out softly.

“It's all my fault! It's my fault for sleeping so soundly last night that I didn't even notice the thieves breaking into our home. That money was all earned with your life, and I wanted to save it up for you to marry a wife in the future, but who knew such a misfortune would befall us.” Madam Zhang raised her head, her eyes looking at Zhang Chen, filled with self-reproach and pain. Her eyes were full of confusion, devoid of the hope she once had.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Chen asked in disbelief, “How could thieves have broken into our home last night? Are there no clues at all? Didn't you hear any noise?”

Zhang Chen was a little curious. Madam Zhang was a woman with two children; she shouldn't have been such a heavy sleeper.

Madam Zhang shook her head, her eyes filled with bitterness. “I checked this morning, and the doors and windows were all intact, with no signs of being pried open. There wasn't even a footprint left behind. I don't know how the thieves got in, or how they moved all those supplies away.”

Hearing Madam Zhang's words, Zhang Chen's eyes swept across the room. Suddenly, his pupils contracted as he saw the experience points on the ground.

Seeing the red experience points, Zhang Chen's face turned ashen. Even a fool would know that this must have been the work of the fox spirit. After all, the only strange creature around was that fox spirit, and after he had teased it last night, it had every reason to retaliate.

“I can't stand it! I've been so patient, not contacting Liwan Village, all to prevent the fox spirit from involving my mother, younger sister, and younger brother. But who knew that I would still be targeted by this damned fox spirit.”

Zhang Chen swept his gaze across the empty house. The rice, flour, grain, and oil had all been swept away, and the fox spirit had moved away every last bit of cloth. Even the clear water in the vat was gone, leaving the entire house empty. Even a mouse would shed two tears before leaving.

Zhang Chen filled the vat with water, his face gloomy. People can go a day without eating, but they can't go a day without water. Then, he got up, walked out of the house, and said to Madam Zhang, “Mother, don't worry. I have food at my place; I'll bring it to you at noon.”

“Chen'er, I'm sorry! You entrusted me to hide those supplies, but now I've lost them all. I… I…” Madam Zhang's voice was hoarse, and tears flowed from the corners of her eyes again as she spoke.

“Mother, don't worry. It's just worldly possessions. With my current ability, if I can earn one portion, I can earn a second, and even more.” Zhang Chen quickly comforted Madam Zhang. To be honest, he didn't care about the cloth or the dried meat.

If he could open that large tomb and bring out the antiques inside, he would make a fortune. Getting rich was just a bonus; mere wealth was nothing.

Speaking of this, Zhang Chen thought that he was going to blow up the fox spirit, and once the gunpowder exploded, the commotion would be too great. He might have to hide in the deep mountains to avoid the limelight, so he said to his mother, “Mother, I have something to tell you. If there is an explosion in our house in the future, don't worry. I will definitely be fine.”

Madam Zhang was stunned and looked at Zhang Chen with a bewildered expression. She was about to ask a question, but Zhang Chen waved his hand to interrupt her. “Don't ask, and don't think too much. You just need to know that I will be fine! Even if my house is blown down, blown into a big pit, I will be fine!”

After speaking, Zhang Chen forced a smile at Madam Zhang, then turned and walked expressionlessly towards his own home.

Meanwhile, Zhang Chen returned home with a gloomy face. As soon as he walked in the door, he heard the sound of water coming from the neighboring yard. Zhang Chen looked through the fence and saw the fox spirit next door taking a bath in a large vat, splashing countless drops of water from the vat as it swayed its body and played in the water.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Chen clenched his fists tightly in his sleeves, the veins on the back of his hands bulging, and flames burning in his eyes.

How difficult is this world? Everyone needs to calculate their water consumption, but this damned fox spirit is actually playing in the water? Such wastefulness is simply lawless.

Where did they get water from? That Zhang Chen is weak and relies on the gods all day long. He only reads books and doesn't fetch water. Where would they get water to drink?

There is no doubt that the water in their home was moved from elsewhere by the fox spirit, and his stepmother was one of the victims. This fox spirit completely disregards the lives of the villagers in order to enjoy itself.

Zhang Chen glanced at the fox spirit, then silently walked back into the house, heading straight to the partition wall. He took the iron needle and poked open the previously blocked gap. Looking through, he saw countless stolen goods in the house, including the cloth he had sent and baskets of dried meat.

“It really was this fox spirit who did it. It seems I didn't wrong her!” Zhang Chen blocked the gap in the wall expressionlessly, then picked up his basket and walked towards the mountains.

“This damned fox spirit! She must die! She must taste my thunderous methods.” Zhang Chen carried the hawk, silently arriving at the cave, a cold look in his eyes. “Fox spirit, I want to see if gunpowder can kill you!”

Now that he had decided to blow up the fox spirit, the hawk certainly couldn't be left in the house.

“Last night, I figured out a safe way. There are two key points.”

Zhang Chen was not a fool; he wouldn't run to the fox spirit with a dynamite bag to fight to the death. The fox spirit was not stupid either and would never give him a chance to light the dynamite bag. If he went to the fox spirit with a dynamite bag, with the fox spirit's cunning, it would definitely strike first.

“First, there must be perfect disguise. Second, I must remove myself from suspicion, which can be regarded as leaving a way out for myself. I must make the fox spirit ignite the dynamite bag on its own without leaving any traces, and it must not involve me, after all, I have not yet figured out the details of the fox spirit.” Zhang Chen thought to himself:

“The first point is not difficult. I already thought of a perfect solution last night. As for how to make the fox spirit ignite the dynamite bag and blow itself up…” Countless thoughts flashed through Zhang Chen's mind, and finally, his eyes fell on the firewood pile.

“The fox spirit often comes to my house to get firewood. As long as I make the dynamite into a detonator and hollow out the firewood to hide it, the fox spirit will naturally be blown up when it lights a fire to cook.” Zhang Chen quickly had an idea.

At the same time, he must also consider the reactions that the explosion would inevitably cause. All of these must be prepared in advance.

Once he ignited the dynamite bag, such a big commotion would surely alarm the government. He also needed to prepare in advance to deal with it and remove himself from suspicion.

“If the fox spirit is blown up, naturally everyone will be happy! If it doesn't blow up, who knows where the firewood came from? Then it can't be blamed on me!” Zhang Chen felt a trace of excitement in his heart at this time, his eyes falling on the gunpowder, his blood seeming to boil at this time: “If the fox spirit is blown up, no one will oppress me anymore, a magical world will slowly unfold before my eyes, and I will also be extraordinary, and even hope to be immortal and dominate the sky.”

Zhang Chen's eyes were full of throbbing, but he quickly restrained his various thoughts and thought about the process of making high explosives.

Ordinary gunpowder probably wouldn't kill that fox spirit. Ordinary gunpowder is slow to react, not to mention its weak explosive power. To kill the fox spirit, I need to create sensitive and high explosives.

"To make explosives and kill that fox spirit, I need to make two kinds of explosives: a small amount of highly sensitive explosive as the ignition point, and a large amount of insensitive explosive as the main force," Zhang Chen thought to himself.

Fortunately, he had already created both sensitive and insensitive explosives. Now, the only thing to do is to add additives to the explosives and turn ordinary gunpowder into high explosives.

Today, Zhang Chen didn't even dig the soil in the cave. He directly carried his basket up the mountain and soon returned to the cave mysteriously, starting to make high explosives.

After busying himself for half the day, Zhang Chen looked at the gunpowder in front of him, a hint of joy in his eyes:

"It's almost over!"

Zhang Chen sighed quietly, gritted his teeth, and picked up the wood he had prepared earlier. The wood was as thick as an arm and as long as a forearm. It could be put directly into the stove without having to chop it with an axe, to prevent the fox spirit from breaking the wood and leaking the gunpowder. He didn't want to be exposed.

At this time, part of the wood had been hollowed out by Zhang Chen, leaving only a hole the size of a spoon. This was to seal the space and create strong sealing and explosiveness. Then, Zhang Chen carefully poured the mysterious powder into it, and put dozens of irregular iron filings into the hole, and then sealed it with yellow mud. He carefully pasted the bark that had been peeled off before. Anyone who saw it at this time would think that this was definitely a qualified high-concentration explosive package.

Zhang Chen successively made only eight, and there was still a part of the gunpowder left. Then, he carefully put it into a pottery pot, sprinkled stones in it, and carefully sealed it before letting out a sigh of relief.

"This tube contains highly sensitive explosives. As long as she puts the firewood into the stove, the temperature will rise slightly, and then..." Zhang Chen smiled coldly. The fox spirit doesn't even know that there is such a thing as explosives in the world, how could she be prepared?

As long as he catches her off guard, the fox spirit will definitely die.

"But Zhang Chen... will Zhang Chen be accidentally injured?" Zhang Chen hesitated slightly, but shook his head again: "Brother Zhang Chen, don't blame me, blame that fox spirit. Moreover, the fox spirit always chooses to cook when Zhang Chen is not at home, so he shouldn't be accidentally injured, right?"

Then, Zhang Chen carefully dried all the moisture in the eight pieces of wood, ensuring that the wood burned at the fastest speed, preferably exploding at the same time.

Moreover, he also wrapped some yellow mud on the firewood, which looked very old and inconspicuous.

"First, eat your fill, and then go find the fox spirit to settle the score. Since I'm going to blow up the fox spirit, I have to control the amount of firewood used at home to ensure that the fox spirit comes to carry the firewood next time and takes these eight pieces of firewood away." At the same time, a trace of concern also rose in Zhang Chen's heart: "Moreover, I have to ensure that the fox spirit burns the firewood when making lunch. If the fox spirit comes to add a meal when resting at night, I am only separated from her by a wall. Facing high explosives, I am afraid there is no way to survive."

"Next, I must carefully calculate the amount of firewood and also calculate the amount of firewood next door," Zhang Chen muttered to himself. After reviewing all the processes and not noticing any obvious flaws, he happily got up and went to the deep mountains and old forests to hunt sika deer.

Not only does he need to eat, but the three mouths of his stepmother's family are waiting!

Hunting sika deer is not difficult, the difficulty lies in the process of walking. The mountains here are continuous and undulating, and some places are even dense and chaotic, and no one has ever set foot in them, so it is extremely difficult to pass through.

Then, yesterday's scene was repeated. Accompanied by the sika deer herd scattering in a roar, Zhang Chen directly pounced on the unlucky sika deer, and then two terrifying and ferocious mouths appeared in the palms of his hands, piercing into the neck of the sika deer. Then, the blood in the sika deer's body was drained by Zhang Chen in thirty breaths, and the sika deer lost its vitality and lay on the ground, unable to move.

Zhang Chen sucked up the blood of the sika deer, only feeling that he was full of energy, and his spirits were as if he had been injected with chicken blood, and his body was full of powerful strength.

Then, he carried the sika deer on his shoulders and walked towards the mountains and forests. Arriving at a secret place, Zhang Chen began to cut open the belly and dissect the body of the sika deer.

Today, he didn't drain the moisture from the sika deer, because he thought of a better and faster way to kill the fox spirit. Isn't the fox spirit greedy for sika deer meat? He will bring the fresh venison back, and the fox spirit will definitely not be able to resist it. Today, she will stew bones, and stewing bones requires a lot of firewood. The little firewood in the fox spirit's house is only enough to cook a meal, and it is far from enough to stew the bones until they are rotten.

What if the fox spirit doesn't have firewood at that time? Wouldn't she have to move it from other places? If the bones are half-stewed, the fox spirit will definitely move her own firewood first.

Thinking of this, Zhang Chen was in a great mood. He lit a bonfire in the mountains, roasted a deer leg, and ate it with oil all over his mouth. Then, he carefully chopped the sika deer bones open and cut the meat well. It wasn't that he was afraid that the fox spirit would be tired, but he felt that if the fox spirit lit the stove here, and then ran to the yard to process the sika deer meat, and ran to the yard to chop the bones, what if the fox spirit was not in the center of the explosion when it exploded?

After cutting all the venison, Zhang Chen carried the fresh venison down the mountain and came to the cave, where he firmly fixed the carefully prepared firewood with ropes, and then carefully carried it by hand, walking straight down the mountain.

"Perhaps I am finally going to get rid of the oppression of that damned fox spirit. Then, with my golden finger, a new life will be waiting for me."

"I don't believe it. Explosives have never appeared in this world. The fox spirit can still be prepared. If she is prepared, I will admit it!" Zhang Chen said happily.

But as soon as he thought of the venison in the basket, Zhang Chen felt a little unhappy. Sika deer meat, even in this world, is a dish on the tables of the powerful, and it is an extremely important dish.

Zhang Chen carried the firewood, cursing in his mouth: "Damn fox spirit, this sika deer meat will be cheaper for you, it's your last lunch!"

Walking halfway, Zhang Chen stopped, pondered for a while, then drew water from the ground, mixed some sand and mud on the ground, and randomly smeared it on his face and body, making himself dirty and unable to see the expression on his face, before carrying the eight pieces of firewood on his back, walking back with a dirty body.

In order to conceal the micro-expressions on his face and not reveal his subtle emotions, Zhang Chen took the initiative to smear some mud on his face. People's micro-expressions cannot be controlled. The fox spirit is not a simple character. What if she sees any flaws from his face? Wouldn't that be a big trouble?

Since he decided to do it, he must do it perfectly, without leaving any trace, and never giving the fox spirit a chance to see through it.