I can see the blood bar and my purity is extremely high

Chapter 407: Believe in Bionic Gods and Buddhas, Become a Cyber ​​God

"Loan sharking? Organ mortgage?" Lu Wenwu frowned. "No, what do you want? Sell these tomorrow and pay off the loan first. There's no need to do this."

"I don't know what I was up to. Maybe I was just impulsive."

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

"No one in this ditch coconut milk city has ever been so kind to me. 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 am living a half-human, half-ghost life in a garbage dump."

"I am not a natural person. I am a person who was born in the company's fertility factory. If I hadn't made some achievements and paid off the loan I signed with the company before I was born, the parts of me would have been recycled by the company when my abilities declined."

"Don't worry about the loan sharking. I have two months to pay it back. I have enough time now because of the tricks you have given me. At worst, I can just find a job in a small company and work as a slave for two months."

Lu Wenwu was silent for a moment and patted Liu Linan on the shoulder.

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

After opening the package, I found a palm-sized burger filled with a few wilted unknown vegetables and a not-so-big piece of meat.

When you take a bite, the taste of frozen and thawed bread, the strange taste of vegetables, and the taste of cheap palm oil from street stalls mixed with an inexplicable chicken flavor spreads in your mouth.

Not even salad dressing or ketchup.

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

To be honest, this was probably the worst fried chicken burger he had ever eaten in his life.

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

But this artificial meat burger has become a precious thing in Coconut Milk City, and it is a precious thing that ordinary people will never be able to eat in their lifetime.

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

In a civilization where technology has developed to the point where it has almost unlocked unlimited energy and productivity is theoretically infinite, the lower class people can no longer afford normal meals.

What an irony this is.

The prosperity of the people will be miserable, and the destruction of the people will be miserable.

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

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

It tastes pretty good when you eat it.

The packaging also states that it can be consumed with a taste editor for a better flavor.

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

A tube of high-end stuff like this contains more than ten times the energy of low-grade nutritional paste.

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

After swallowing twenty of them, Lu Wenwu extracted more than two hundred energy substances contained in the low-level nutritional paste, and his reserves were extremely rich.

In an instant, the Nine Breaths Qi was circulated and the void channel was opened again.

This time, with enough confidence, Lu Wenwu directly opened the channel in his stomach. A large amount of spiritual energy that surged out from the chaotic void was 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 was already slightly cracked, and many capillaries broke because they could not withstand the huge impact of the spiritual energy, forming abrupt bruises.

Lu Wenwu pointed a finger at Maomao's dog paw, and continuously transferred the spiritual energy to it after transforming it through his body.

The feeling that the flesh was about to explode 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 he could withstand and transform increased.

The morbid bulge gradually shrank, and the extremely toned muscles gradually took on a rock-solid feeling, like a mountain sitting there.

Maomao's cultivation level also skyrocketed with the infusion of large amounts of spiritual energy, and the power he could control became increasingly powerful.

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

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

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

If we encounter an unavoidable thermal weapon attack like the Big Butcher's, this spiritual shield can withstand at least ten seconds of gunfire and rain of bullets. After the magic modification, the large-caliber anti-material sniper rifle that acts like a small artillery shell can also withstand a few shots.

As a user of the Nine Breaths Fu Qi, Lu Wenwu only supplied a small part of it to Maomao after conversion.

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

Walking the same path 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 physical body was much less than he had expected.

Just the four corpses and twenty high-quality nutrient pastes allowed Lu Wenwu to increase his [Physical] attribute from the initial 50 to around 100, greatly increasing the purity.

Even though the subsequent improvement speed will slow down because more amount is required, it will still be much faster.

After all, it is about unlocking the strength rather than really practicing again, which makes sense.

If you really have to practice again in this world, that would be a real problem.

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

Maomao's side is a serious system of cultivating immortals, and all he needs to do is seal the spiritual power.

Can this plain and simple body of mine really seal it?
If it is really possible, then why didn't you do it when you went to the haunted school and the underworld?

When Lu Wenwu woke up with these doubts, the room was pitch black. The tablet computer on the table showed that it was five o'clock in the morning of the next day, and there were a few pieces of uneaten nutritional paste next to it.

Maomao, who had long finished his cultivation, was dozing with his eyes closed. With spiritual energy permeating his body, he didn't need much sleep. Cultivation was the best way to sleep.

Liu Linan curled up in the corner on the ground, with his head resting on his new legs and his new arms in his arms, and he was sleeping soundly.

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

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

It seems that Liu Linan also did a lot of preparation last night.

Lu Wenwu just tiptoed out of bed and was about to look for the light in the room.

A pair of eyes suddenly opened and looked over here.

It's Liu Linan. "Good morning."

"Call me Fifth Brother, although theoretically you should call me Grandpa based on seniority." Lu Wenwu said with a smile, "I don't think I made any sound, did you stay up all night?"

"I slept. This was the most comfortable and restful night of sleep I have ever had in my life. I didn't use the neural regulation system to force myself into a deep sleep."

Liu Linan also laughed, and quickly adjusted his hands and legs, then walked around the room excitedly.

"Brother Wuwu, you really didn't make any sound. I was just woken up by the biological monitoring radar. Living here, you know that the door of the room is not safe. I always keep it open by default."

"Pretty good."

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

The black alloy right arm moved as fast as lightning and caught it immediately and accurately.

Seeing Liu Linan's inquiring eyes, Lu Wenwu explained: "If you want to use them, keep them. There are also these six guns, four long and two short, and grenades. Keep some for self-defense. If you don't need them, sell them all later and exchange them for credit points."

"I"

Liu Linan's eyes were somewhat conflicted.

Of course he knows that guns are good things, and how safe they are in long-range attacks?

But he doesn't have any modified prostheses like those auxiliary shooting plug-ins in his body.

This is my first time touching a gun. Can I use it well?
If he really chose a gun, then the two top-notch prosthetic limbs that Fifth Brother spent a lot of effort to make for himself and the Overlord Spear, Flowing Fire, would probably be wasted.

This is a good treasure that is enough to create a top mercenary.

Just a broken gun is enough to attract the attention of four strong mercenaries.

Three hours later.

At eight o'clock in the morning, the day begins.

The sun had risen to mid-sky, casting a ray of warm light, illuminating this fallen free city.

The night owls, who had just finished their nightlife revelry, walked towards the slums arm in arm and staggeringly.

Some people who inhaled too much hallucinogenic drugs fell to the side of the road and simply fell asleep on the spot, or died suddenly from overdose.

At this time, many scavengers who had been eyeing the corpse would rush over and drag the still warm body into the dark alley to kill it while it was still hot.
While the patient's body is still hot, they can remove any prosthetic parts that may exist on the opponent, as well as any organs that are still functioning normally. They can then be stored in a constant temperature box and sold to the flesh and blood factory.

Some people really do it while it's hot, but that's after others have finished dismantling their prostheses.

In this city, you can see almost everything releasing XP, and it is released on the streets.

Almost everywhere on the street you can see men and women, neither man nor woman, or both man and woman having deep discussions with each other.

As one shot after another of cheap medicine was pushed into the body, suppressed shouts of excitement mixed with groans like a wild beast sounded, and the absurd beauty that made the brain almost faint emerged every moment.

Full of the breath of freedom.

In the mixed buffer zone between the urban area and the slums, a young man wearing a blue jacket, a melon-shaped hat and a pair of small round gold-wire sunglasses is setting up a small stall on the street.

There was a metal box on the stall covered with red cloth, and next to the box was a skewers bucket made of scrap iron, which was half filled with flat iron skewers.

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

Behind him, a blue half-flag was held high on a metal pole. On the top was a Bagua pattern, and at the bottom corner was the Buddhist swastika.

In the middle were 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 "王" in "王板仙" are in the shape of a cross, which makes the whole character look a bit strange.

A row of small vertical characters on the left read: Knowing five hundred years in the past, believing in bionic gods and Buddhas.

There is also a vertical column on the right, which reads: A thousand years later, I will become a cyber priest.

A long metal plate on the table with a QR code engraved on it also has the person's full name written on it.

But because his name is too long, people who are not familiar with him call him Wang Banxian, while people who are familiar with him call him a charlatan.

In general, this is a guy whose main job is to tell fortunes at a stall, exorcise evil spirits and look at feng shui, and work part-time as an information dealer.

After all, he has all kinds of people here, and many gang leaders and big mercenaries are 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 bless them, or ask for an amulet or something.

Over time, this small stall became a famous intelligence point.

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

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

At first, he just wanted to set up a stall and make a living using his ancestral skills.

How did things turn out like this?

Especially after the scavenger bird man said yesterday that he had really dug up a treasure according to his information, more people came here to visit.

Looking at the resentful person who had just been sent away by his auspicious words, Wang Banxian rubbed his temples.

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

Because of this incident, the people of the Scavenger Birds seemed very angry, because Liu Quezi, the only one who got the news before the Big Butcher, mysteriously disappeared after returning from the garbage dump, and the baby also disappeared without a trace. They were so angry that they directly blew up Liu Quezi's shack to pieces.

I hope that cripple is alright.

Wang Banxian sighed again.

It has been a year since I came to this world of trenches, and I am still a long way from completing the main quest, and I don’t know when it will end.

Liu Quezi was the only person he knew who looked like a human being, and could probably be considered a friend.

If he died, I wonder if there would ever be a normal person in this unnatural society.

Should I just change to artificial bulletproof skin?
Why not get a second heart and two artificial lungs?

I don't feel safe.
Just as Wang Banxian was daydreaming about business, a shadow covered his stall.

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

(End of this chapter)