I can't be a demon.

Chapter 13 There's a ghost, I'm hungry too

As soon as he left the martial arts gym, Shen Lian couldn't wait to call out his career panel.

[Martial arts: Chasing Waves (first glimpse), Striking Tide Fist (first glimpse)]

When he focused his attention on the Wave-Chasing Pile, a prompt suddenly appeared on the career panel.

[Do you want to consume 2 points to upgrade your martial arts: Chasing Waves (Minor Success)]

"Haha."

Shen Lian couldn't help but let out a strange laugh, and the starling also started to cackle. The noise made by the man and the bird was more devilish than that of a demon.

"Let's give it a try first."

Because of the corpse stripping case, the whole city was in a state of panic and every household kept their doors and windows closed.

Don't worry about attracting attention.

Shen Lian did not hesitate and invested 2 points into the Zhulang Pile.

As for points, although we should save them when necessary, if we spend one or two years standing still and practicing martial arts all day long just to save points, it is really putting the cart before the horse.

After a few breaths.

【Wave Chasing Pile (Small Success)】

"Why is there no reaction to my strength? Could it be that the promotion to minor success did not cause any qualitative change?"

"At least you should have some shit sprayed out of your pores, huh?"

Shen Lian stopped where he was and stretched out his arm with foresight.

Dark clouds cover the sky.

The cold wind blew, and raindrops began to fall in an instant.

Shen Lian raised his palm and caught the soybean-sized water droplets. The wave-chasing power in his dantian surged along his meridians and then burst out from his palm.

The wave-chasing force drags the water droplets, and under the action of the force, they roll irregularly.

"go with!"

Shen Lian changed his palm into a fist and punched.

Whoosh.

The water droplets flew out and hit the wall not far away, breaking the loose bricks into pieces, showing the power of the wave-chasing force.

"The wave-chasing force is characterized by being like the waves in the ocean."

"The key is to [accumulate without releasing], and the power will become stronger as it accumulates."

Bai Haibo did not deceive Shen Lian. When the Wave-Chasing Power was placed in the lake or sea, it was powerful enough to stir up water vapor and add a lot of changes.

The tide-beating boxing technique also complements the wave-chasing force.

In terms of lethality, the Tide-Strike Fist is definitely not outstanding among many fighting styles, but the advantage of the Tide-Strike Fist is that its moves are continuous.

As long as the wave-chasing force is not exhausted, the power of the tide-strike boxing will become stronger and stronger.

"I'm still short of light skills. Well, I also need to master hard Qigong..."

Shen Lian smiled.

Looking at the career panel again, the requirement for the Zhulang Pillar to be promoted to great success has increased to 5 points.

"I feel that with the points I have accumulated, I can continue to advance to the Wave Chasing Pile twice at least."

Shen Lian couldn't help but feel eager to try. He didn't have the habit of saving money in his previous life, so it was inevitable that he wanted to spend all his points.

Before he could take any action, his heartbeat suddenly increased.

The blood washes through the Dantian, and the originally turbid Zhulangjin gradually becomes clear. When it is still, it is like water waves, and the total amount also increases slightly.

It turns out that the advancement of Zhulang Posture not only deepens one’s comprehension, but also drives the transformation of one’s strength.

Shen Lian staggered a few steps forward.

The Zhulang energy in Dantian is as thick as fingers. It flows through the meridians, making the skin slightly itchy, and is invisibly refining the skin.

Shen Lian was overjoyed, as the advancement of the stance method was related to the efficiency of practice.

He quietly waited for Zhulangjin to transform, ignoring the rain that soaked his clothes. Instead, the starling hid under the eaves not far away while cursing.

"but……"

Shen Lian had a strange expression on his face. He had just finished using Zhulang Jin. An indescribable hunger occupied his brain and his mouth kept secreting saliva.

"So fucking hungry."

Strength is nurtured by qi and blood, and the improvement of the professional panel is obviously not made up out of thin air.

Consumption of Qi and blood is inevitable.

Shen Lian quickly took out the dry food he had brought with him and stuffed it into his mouth without swallowing.

Dry food is transformed into nutrients, but it only has a drop in the bucket effect.

Shen Lian's eyes were red, and he looked around hungrily, even lingering on the starling for a few seconds, causing the latter to scream. "Ah~ bastard, Master Ba doesn't have half a pound of meat!"

Shen Lian ran fast against the strong wind, unconsciously activating the Wave-Chasing Force. On the cold, damp and rainy night, his force was extremely active.

.........

It rained heavily.

The rain turned to torrential rain in just a few minutes.

People rushed to return home. After all, the rain and snow in the deep winter of December were like a sharp knife scraping flesh, and even young and middle-aged people were very likely to catch a cold.

Unlike the deserted streets, candles are always lit inside the yamen.

All the yamen runners wore conical hats, drew their swords from their waists, and gathered in groups of two or three, heading towards the center of Xicheng District.

The two Jinwu Guards, wearing light armor, walked on the roof as if it were flat ground.

No matter how heavy the rain was, it could not wet the tips of their hair. An invisible force blocked the water droplets outside, and a murderous atmosphere filled the air.

"Kill the Painted Skin Ghost tonight!!!"

Not long after the yamen runners surrounded Xicheng District, the heavy rain suddenly stopped for unknown reasons.

Immediately, thick fog rose.

Zhu Yihong came to the corner of Hefeng Street, followed closely by Wang Xin. The two of them lowered their heads and discussed the matter of killing ghosts, their breathing becoming rapid.

"After a few days of clearing, how many ghosts are still hiding in Yanliang Town?"

"One or two at most."

Zhu Yihong added fearfully: "The surviving skin ghosts are extremely intelligent. Through cannibalism, they have reached a level of over 100, making them difficult to find."

Wang Xin took out a talisman that was slowly burning, and only one-tenth or one-twelfth of it was left.

"The alchemist's [Heavenly Talisman] can only bring about a momentary heavy rain. Now that the waning moon has not yet risen, it is the best opportunity to deal with the Painted Skin Ghost."

After the heavy rain stopped, the dark clouds gradually began to dissipate.

Another sunset covered Yanliang Town.

Zhu Yihong knew that now was the time when Yang Qi was not yet dead and Yin Qi was just beginning to be born. Even a thousand-year-old ghost would be greatly weakened.

If they don't seize the opportunity, they won't be able to take out the second celestial talisman.

Wang Xin and the other man looked at each other in silence.

Then he signaled the yamen runners to set off immediately, and their swords were smeared with the black dog blood of the middle-aged man.

.........

at the same time.

An alley close to the outskirts of Hefeng Street.

"Selling rice cakes, rice cakes with red bean paste filling~~"

A hoarse, old voice echoed. There was a newly set up stall in the corner, and a string of copper bells hanging on the door rang in the wind.

The stall owner was a woman. Her shriveled body seemed to have no flesh and bones to support it. In her hands, she held a strange rice cake that was as black as ink.

The woman was obviously a ghost in disguise.

She knew the danger, but the ghost's desire for blood was hard to control.

"Guests are coming. Children, come out and welcome them."

The woman smiled and opened an earthen jar, from which came out stacked human skins. After being injected with resentment, the human skins took on the appearance of the diners.

Once the diners have chosen their seats, there is no longer any discernible difference.

Once a skin ghost has practiced for a hundred years, it can create puppets using human skin, just like a lantern fish using its tentacles to fish for prey.

Attract more people to come.

"Come here, come here, rice cakes, freshly baked rice cakes."

Some diners were praising the taste of the rice cakes, while others were complaining about the high prices or discussing the bad things that had happened to them a few days ago.

In addition, the resentment of the skin ghost can confuse the mind and there is no flaw at all.

"Someone!"

The woman turned her head and stared at the figure in the darkness.

pat.

The footsteps are from far to near.

Shen Lian arrived at the entrance of the alley and swallowed his saliva. His magical powers seemed to sense food that far exceeded pickled fish, and the aroma made his hunger grow.

He is hungry.

Bone Blade is hungry too.

(End of this chapter)