Folk custom: At the beginning of the wedding, the bride takes off her painted skin

Chapter 29: Conquer the foundation again [please follow up]

"Damn it, you're cruel!"

Fang Jie stretched out his hand to wipe the blood on his face and gave Li Daoxuan a thumbs up.

"You guys are too boring."

Li Daoxuan stepped forward and pulled out the butcher's knife, then kicked the man's body to the other side to prevent blood from splattering on him.

Zhu Wanjiang was lying on the ground, his face as pale as gold paper, and his broken arm had been sprinkled with flesh and blood Ganoderma powder. The blood gradually stopped, but that was all.

The wound was too big, and the little powder on his hand was not enough to allow him to fully recover.

"How is it?" Li Daoxuan asked.

Zhu Wanjiang used his remaining right hand to stand up, "I can't die."

Fang Jie was looking at the two corpses by the light of the fire.

"I've never seen an oil seller or a hand-playing wizard...Brother Zhu, come here to identify yourself?"

Zhu Wanjiang said with a sullen face, "Don't look at it. These two are idle men in the city. They were beaten up by the grain eaters of the Chen family some time ago for robbing materials."

"If I fall into their hands today, it will be bad luck for me!"

As he spoke, he spat at the hand-blowing wizard.

"In that case, let's touch the body."

Fang Jie took out a short knife from his body and was eager to try it. He first searched the bodies of the two people, but only found eighteen pieces of incense ash. They were all poor men, and there was no material at all.

There were only common utensils, and each of them had one on them, a teapot and a broken iron ruler.

And finally, it’s the highlight.

Fang Jie dug out their foundations from these two people, two black seeds, stained with blood and still beating.

He glanced at Li Daoxuan and Zhu Wanjiang, and his meaning was obvious.

Now that the spoils are out, the next thing is to see how they are divided.

"I didn't contribute this time. Brother Li killed everyone, and Brother Zhu was also injured, so I won't be involved in these things."

Fang Jie was very aware of the current situation and took a step back.

Zhu Wanjiang looked at Li Daoxuan again, and after thinking for a while, he said: "I want a common utensil and a foundation. I will give you the incense ash, another common utensil, and the foundation of the oil seller. How about it?"

"can."

Li Daoxuan was not too greedy, and what he got was already the majority.

Fang Jie divided the things into two parts and gave them to them.

Li Daoxuan didn't pay much attention to the common utensils and incense. He just looked at the black foundation in his hand.

"After leaving the human body, this thing is only active for less than a stick of incense. Brother Li, I'd better stop looking at it."

Fang Jie reminded him kindly.

Zhu Wanjiang on the side has already taken the foundation, his aura has strengthened, and his complexion has become much better.

Since he had already embarked on the path of a grain eater, Li Daoxuan had nothing to worry about. He wiped off the blood on the base of the oil seller and swallowed it in one gulp.

The seed entered his body along his esophagus and was quickly swallowed by his original foundation.

[The oil seller wandering in the world swallowed the second foundation, and your strength was enhanced. The number of uses of "Oil Sell" +1, the number of uses of "Oil Burn" +2, and your survival points +10 ( green). 】

[Somewhere you sense it, you only need to swallow one more foundation of the same sequence, and you will reach the end of the oil seller sequence. If you swallow two more, you can enter the eighth-rate "pawn". ranks.But remember, the basic intake should not be too intensive, otherwise you will become... a real oil seller. 】

Li Daoxuan added points again, and then looked at the panel.

[Name: Li Daoxuan]

[Sequence: Level [-]·Pig Butcher (Oil Seller)]

[Vulgar utensils: pig-killing knife (one viscera, vulgar utensil), clothes, hemp rope, oil lamp (vulgar utensil, not popular)]

[Vigor and blood: 12.1]

[Common skills: disemboweling, selling oil, burning with oil, and recognizing qi (remnant)]

[Combat Strength: 164]

[Survival points: 3 (green)]

The combat power, which was only over 120 at first, has now risen to over 160.

The number of common techniques used has also increased, and a new common technique has been learned.

Whether it was the feedback he got from the panel or his own perception, Li Daoxuan could feel that his strength had been significantly enhanced.The stronger the strength, the greater the hope of survival.

"Let's go?"

"Well, keep going."

Zhu Wanjiang stood up and let out a long sigh. He clarified the direction a little and was about to set off when Fang Jie said, "Let me walk in front this time. Just show me the way."

Zhu Wanjiang was a little stunned, and his heart warmed, "Okay, be careful."

With the previous encounters and experiences, the three of them were obviously walking much more carefully this time. When passing by the fork in the road, Fang Jie would stop subconsciously. Only after Li Daoxuan said it was okay did he dare to move forward. The main thing was a steady.

But this time the time was shorter, and the journey was no more than a cup of tea.

All three people noticed something was wrong and subconsciously stopped.

The air was filled with deathly aura, and the coldness could be felt on the exposed skin.

"Some evil spirits are coming, so be careful."

Li Daoxuan had already pulled out the butcher's knife and reminded him loudly.

"Ah."

Fang Jie at the front had his sleeves folded, not knowing what he was holding.

At this moment, a ghost hand appeared out of thin air on Fang Jie's right shoulder. Li Daoxuan, with quick eyes and quick hands, stepped forward and immediately cut him off with a butcher's knife.

Not the real body, just the ghost hands produced by the most common pollution.

Li Daoxuan chopped it to the ground and was still struggling.

Zhu Wanjiang, who was walking in the middle, saw this with a look of horror on his face, "Yes, it's that ghost hand, following him again."

As soon as he finished speaking, another ghost hand stained with blood appeared behind him.

Li Daoxuan cut it into two halves with his sword.

"Don't say that word."

Fang Jie reminded.

"Which one..." Zhu Wanjiang wanted to ask subconsciously, but as soon as he asked the question, he realized it. He nodded vigorously and said: "Okay!"

"I'm afraid it's not that simple."

Li Daoxuan looked at the ghost hands on the ground and said in a deep voice.

"what happened?"

Fang Jie came over in a hurry. Although the two of them had not been in contact for long, he had already discovered that Li Daoxuan was definitely an extremely careful person. Even the slightest disturbance could not escape his eyes.

"Look at this hand."

After Li Daoxuan finished speaking, he slashed twice behind him with the butcher's knife, and another ghost hand was cut into pieces and dropped.

Fang Jie also woke up, this time was indeed different.

Last time, the word "ghost" still had to be said before the ghost hand would come, but this time the two of them didn't say anything, but the ghost hand still appeared.

He looked down, fixed his eyes for a moment, and reacted immediately.

"This...this hand is not the same one as before."

"Ah."

Li Daoxuan was alert to his surroundings, "The one that appeared before was the left hand, and the one coming now is the right... No, they are all here!"

Li Daoxuan slashed again.

Fang Jie also took out the copper nail from his sleeve and stabbed it hard on a bloody hand that appeared out of thin air.

The two of them took action one after another, and faced two ghost hands, one on the left and one on the right.

"This...this, that ghost hand, revenge is coming!"

As soon as Zhu Wanjiang finished speaking, the soil fell off from the walls on both sides of the corridor where the three of them were standing, and countless bloody hands protruded from them.

It's like... there are countless corpses buried in the soil on both sides.

And now, those corpses are coming to take their lives.

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