Chapter 6 Experiment
No matter what the plan is, the first thing is not to let Tang San come into contact with the fairy grass!
Otherwise, if he was kissed by a snow-colored swan, where would he find such a good place to improve himself?
Immortal grass is such a treasure of heaven and earth, and it is natural for the virtuous to live there.
Fang Ling had already suffered a lot in his mind, exhausted his muscles and bones, was hungry in his body, and was driven by poverty. It was time for him to change his life.
After thinking for a while, Fang Ling came back to his senses.
People cannot aim too high, they must focus on the future as well as the current road.
Compared to the Killing City, the Great Soul Fighting Arena is much easier.
There is also fair and square killing inside, and there are no restrictions. Anyone who is a soul master can fight inside.
In the face of financial incentives, there is never a shortage of life and death battles.
However, Fang Ling still needs to become at least a first-level soul master to go.
This is embarrassing.
If we rely on practicing slowly and adding a little bit every year, how long will it take to become a link?
Are you really going to kill someone?
But killing indiscriminately is a dead end!
Fang Ling knew with his toes that his upgrade speed was definitely not as fast as Wuhun Palace's ability to catch people.
I washed my face with cold water to wash away the coagulated and scabbed blood on my face, and at the same time, I also woke myself up.
Fang Ling thought while searching the corpse for loot.
"Does it have to be killing, or is just the act of killing effective?"
"If it is effective, can we kill the mice? Where are the insects? Where are the spirit beasts?"
"They are all lives. The panel can't just recognize people and look down on rats and spirit beasts, right?"
I have to try catching mice later.
Thinking of the key, Fang Ling's lips curled up unconsciously.
Then, he paused his groping hands and kicked the body on the ground.
The smile on his face changed slightly, he spat and cursed: "You idiot, why are you so poor?"
The trap was exhausted, but nothing was found.
The only clothes of any value were torn and soaked with blood, which couldn't be washed off.
Although he most likely guessed that the sneak attack would not bring any debris, it still made him feel extremely unhappy.
I don’t know where the old beggar lives, but he can’t lick the bag!
Fang Ling recognized who it was.
He was the old beggar he greeted during the day, one of the losers who tried to compete with him for territory.
I have been stable for half a year, but I didn't expect that I would dare to come over for an assassination in the middle of the night today.
I'm afraid I saw the certificate in Fang Ling's hand and was afraid that he would seek revenge after becoming a soul master, so I came here.
This is purely judging a gentleman's belly with a villain's heart. Is Fang Ling such a narrow-minded person?
Hehe~ The old beggar guessed it right, it’s true!
These people who once wanted to seize his territory were not good people.
I don’t know how many lives are on my hands, but I’m going to be ruthless, so there’s no need to be pitiful.
Each one counts as one and will need to be sorted out in the future.
He is so unyielding that he must retaliate.
Fang Ling knew why the old beggar didn't come in through the main entrance, and why he could avoid so many traps.
I have been tricked before!
Last time I came in through the gate, fell into a trap, and was almost beaten to death.
So the old beggar was extra careful this time and did not choose the seemingly easy path through the dilapidated front entrance. He climbed over the wall and came in.
He made up his mind to kill Fang Ling.
Unfortunately, he was careful, and Fang Ling was even more careful.
There are traps on the wall too!
They are people who specialize in guarding against circumvention.
In addition, what the old beggar may not have expected is that there are more traps in the grass than he thought.
There are also traps on the trees, which are still three-dimensional attacks, forming a trap array.
As long as you don't pay attention and you hit one, you lose sight of one thing or another in pain, and you lose your posture, you will hit several in succession!
After spending many traps, the old beggar died unjustly.
Finding nothing, Fang Ling endured the nausea in his heart and began to dismember the body.
Because he was still young and thin, he couldn't drag the complete body, and it was difficult to dig such a big hole, so he just buried it section by section.
Although this was his first time killing someone in his previous life, he had done a lot of skinning rats after becoming a beggar.
My hands were already covered in blood, so I could bear it.
After working hard all night, it was not until dawn the next day that the old beggar was finally buried in the ground.
Fang Ling yawned, sleepiness flooding into his heart.
After working hard all night, I finally got over this matter.
Although I didn't find any other loot, the dagger is really good.
The streamlined blade is perfectly integrated with the handle, and the blade is forged from the finest steel. After countless times of hammering and polishing, the surface shows a deep blue-gray color.
It should be made of soft steel clad with hard steel. The blade is a silver-white hard metal that can reflect a faint cold light in the dark, like a cold light cutting through the night sky.
The slash with Fang Ling's sickle didn't hurt him anywhere.
No, it would be better to say that he was lucky that the sickle martial spirit didn't hurt him anywhere.
In short, this knife is truly extraordinary, and Fang Ling's hard work all night was worth it.
No matter where the old beggar got the dagger, it will be his from now on.
Put the knife into the ordinary leather scabbard.
Fang Ling endured the sleepiness and took off her clothes.
There was blood on his face, so his clothes couldn't be exempt from vulgarity.
Blood can't be washed away, so use it as kindling.
After spending some time rearranging the traps, setting up new rat traps, and cleaning the blood stains on the haystack, Fang Ling finally couldn't help but fall asleep and fell asleep indoors.
It was already afternoon when I woke up.
The sun sets in the west.
Hungry, full and empty.
After a simple meal of boiled meat, he went to inspect the mouse traps.
The strength of the old traps was adjusted, and a total of three new traps were set up. A total of three traps were triggered.
One was not caught, one ran away, and only one mouse took the bait.
The breath is dying.
But the weak rise and fall of his chest told Fang Ling that the mouse was still strong and alive!
Afraid that it would die too quickly, he immediately revealed his martial spirit.
A sharp sickle flashed by, and the mouse was immediately beheaded.
The bright red blood gushes out from the fracture, which is a little more cruel than killing people in the dark night.
But Fang Ling had no time to pay attention to this, and his mind was fixed on the gray illusory progress bar in his eyes.
It’s grown!
Really long!
However, the amplitude is pitifully small, only one ten thousandth.
A progress bar is also added to kill rats, which proves that you can gain points by killing.
Just like the soul ring, you need to kill it with your own hands.
Because he had caught at least a hundred rats for food the previous year.
However, in order to ensure that the mice would not escape, the traps were set with relatively high power, and all those found during the day were dead.
Now that you know how to gain points through killing, how can you speed up this progress?
If you choose to kill rats to gain points, you have to kill 10,000 rats...
So stupid.
Not to mention whether there are any in Notting City, but when will we catch 10,000 of them?
Judging from the growth rate of the progress bar, the key is the body shape or the energy of heaven and earth contained in the body.
The soul master cannot kill him.
In order not to be wanted, and not to be slow to gain points by killing rats, you have to find someone who is large, easy to kill, and can be killed repeatedly as a source of points.
For example - a slaughterhouse.
Fang Ling's eyes flashed with gold.
In the slaughterhouse, pigs, cows, and sheep are all fixed and their throats are cut with a knife, which is much easier to kill than people.
And maybe you can make some money on the way and reduce your food expenses.
There is no shortage of meat in the slaughterhouse. On Douluo Continent, everyone despises it and not many people want it.
He wants it!
This is an excellent source of meat.
Fang Ling thought about this and nodded secretly.
Going to the slaughterhouse, he happened to know someone who might be helpful——
The fat owner of the butcher shop.
Fang Ling wanted nothing more than to provide a channel for his future fighting spirit master to enter the slaughterhouse. Isn't that too much?
Tang San can go blacksmithing after class, why can't he kill pigs?
The more he thought about it, the more excited he became, and Fang Ling wanted to run over to him immediately.
Unfortunately, it was getting late and the butcher shop had already closed.
I don’t know where other people live, so I can only go there tomorrow.
(End of chapter)