In this troubled world, I can optimize everything

However, this trouble did not bother Chen Heng for too long.

Just as he was getting familiar with this zombie body, he slowly discovered that he could perfectly control the changes in his body.

As long as he wants, he can turn into the current black state at any time.

Complete recovery of the human body will not affect the super vitality of the zombie body.

The only difference is that after the human body is restored, the strength bonus brought by the zombie body disappears.

As long as he regains his black and stiff appearance, his strength will be restored as before.

Chen Heng kept changing his fingers, sometimes turning into human shapes and sometimes turning into black bone blades.

"It's quite fun."

Time passed unconsciously, and it was not until the rooster in the yard began to crow that Chen Heng realized that it was already dawn.

"By the way, we have to go to Tugou Village today."

Chen Heng quickly started dressing and washing.

Although he didn't sleep all night, Chen Heng didn't feel sleepy at all.

On the contrary, he was full of energy.

Seeing that no one in his family got up, Chen Heng didn't intend to wake them up.

He walked out of the courtyard alone and found that the gang from yesterday was already waiting for him.

"Deacon Chen, you're here." The gang opened the car door very clumsily, their faces full of attentiveness.

"Let's go to Tugou Village." Chen Heng got on the carriage and ordered.

"Deacon Chen, I can only park the car two miles away from Tugou Village, and I can't park further in."

"After all, there are demons in there, and the little one is no match."

"Besides, if I go in with you, I'll just be a drag, won't I?"

"You're quite clever." Chen Heng was amused by the gang's words and nodded to agree to the matter.

"Okay, Deacon Chen, please sit down." After hearing Chen Heng's agreement, the group drove off with a smile.

He is not stupid, he still knows how much he weighs.

He had heard that Deacon Chen could have a 50-50 fight with the hall master, and no one could do anything to him.

If such a strong person can be dispatched to deal with the matter, a person of his level can only drive a car.

After leaving the city, the carriage drove on a muddy road.

"What's going on? Why is the car so slow today?"

The gang gave the draft horse a whip, but found that it still couldn't pick up the speed.

"I'm not buying anything either, so why can't I walk on the road?"

He glanced at the ruts behind him and found that they were unexpectedly deep.

"You shouldn't. I fed you three kilograms of beans and two eggs yesterday. Why are you still not energetic?"

The gang members felt more and more strange, but they couldn't say anything.

Chen Heng in the carriage scratched his face in embarrassment.

Although he looks thin now, his weight has actually soared to more than 300 kilograms.

Once he releases the compression on his muscles, he can be three times larger than he is now.

Coupled with the five hundred kilograms of Heisha Dao, it is already good to be able to run on such a broken road.

"Deacon Chen, I'm so sorry. I don't know what happened today. The draft horse seems to have little strength."

"I guess we'll have to arrive a little later."

"It's okay, just take your time." Chen Heng didn't care too much about speed. He had plenty of time anyway.

Sitting cross-legged, Chen Heng began to perform the Nine-turn Immortality Kung Fu.

As soon as it started running, Chen Heng discovered something was wrong.

My inner Qi increased inexplicably.

It's equivalent to the amount he accumulated in a day's operation.

"What's going on?" Chen Heng continued to control the flow of inner energy in his body.

The rate of internal energy growth has not changed, it is still the same as before.

So where did this sudden extra inner energy come from?

"Forget it, why are you thinking so much? Just make it stronger."

After thinking about it, Chen Heng put aside his doubts and continued to use the Nine-turn Immortality Kung Fu.

An hour and a half later, the carriage stopped.

"Deacon Chen, Tugou Village is just ahead." The gang gently knocked on the car door.

"I understand." Chen Heng opened his eyes and walked out of the carriage.

"Just wait here. I will come find you when the matter is resolved."

"Yes." The gang bowed and stopped the carriage on the side of the road.

Looking into the distance, you can vaguely see a lifeless village.

A large flock of crows hovered over the village, their croaking and annoying crows.

Just a few steps out, a strong rotten smell hit my face.

"How many people have died?" Chen Heng frowned.

Before coming here, all he saw was data on paper.

But when he really walked into the village, he realized what a miserable situation it was.

Just at the entrance of the village, there were more than a dozen corpses covered with fat white maggots piled up, with a few heads hanging with rotten flesh scattered around.

Holding back his nausea, Chen Heng walked in.

Suddenly, a thick fog surged out, shrouding the entire village in quiet and silent white.

The silence all around was terrifying. Even the crows in the sky stopped calling and settled on the trees.

After walking forward for a while, Chen Heng always felt like someone was peering at him.

He turned his head sharply, only to find that there was no one behind him.

Only the tree full of crows were staring straight at him.

"What the hell..."

Chen Heng always felt uncomfortable all over, which was completely different from the feeling given to him by the two evil ways of Ghost Corpse Temple.

Suddenly, a gust of wind broke the silence.

A thin figure emerged from the thick fog.

"Who is it?" Chen Heng held the black evil sword in his hand, and the strong evil energy on the sword dispersed the thick fog around Chen Heng.

Only then did Chen Heng see the figure clearly.

A skinny boy with dull eyes was walking towards him like a puppet.

"A living person?" Chen Heng did not relax his vigilance and walked towards the young man with a black sword in his hand.

Although the young man looked like a ghost, the energy and blood in his body could not be faked.

Regardless of whether they are monsters or ghosts, there will be no Qi and blood in their bodies.

"Help me..." The young man seemed to have seen Chen Heng, and he opened his cracked and bleeding lips and made a sound.

After saying this, the young man fell to the ground with a plop and remained motionless.

Chen Heng quickly stepped forward and stretched out his hand to feel his breath.

Fortunately, he didn't die.

Carrying him on his shoulders, Chen Heng walked into a thatched house not far away.

He took out the water bag he carried with him, poured out some water and fed it to the young man.

The moment the boy's lips touched the water, he started sucking greedily.

After half a bag of water was poured in, the young man regained some consciousness.

"Come on, there are man-eating monsters in the village."

His first reaction was not to ask Chen Heng to save him, but to ask Chen Heng to leave quickly.

"How did you survive?" Chen Heng ignored him and asked.

"Hurry up, the monster will come out to look for food soon."

The young man was still talking to himself.

"Look out, I am the deacon outside the White Tiger Hall, and I am here to solve this matter."

Chen Heng took out his token and showed the side with the white tiger engraved on it.

"Now, tell me what your name is."

"And what happened here?"