There's something wrong with me

Chapter 279 Omniscient Vision
A talisman's flames burned the corpse to ashes, which then scattered across the heavens and earth.

On the way back.

Zhang Feng not only activated the virtual jammer, but also opened up his mechanical body and used the hollow space inside to put all the money inside.

Then, Zhang Feng began to recall some of the instrument memories in this world.

Thanks to the world's advanced technology.

"I" am also a student at a top-tier school.

Zhang Feng quickly finalized the specific arrangements for what followed.

First, regarding the regeneration of flesh and blood.

I don't need high-end equipment; I only need some 'low-level incubators' compared to this world.

It is basically one's own blood or body tissue. Once placed in this incubator, as long as there is a large supply of energy, some irregular flesh and blood tissue will grow.

What Zhang Feng wanted were these irregular organizations.

Then, these tissues are used to create the outline of a body.

As for the remaining internal organs, meridians, blood vessels, and bones...

You can gradually 'evolve' yourself using your spiritual thoughts.

This is also the 'Seventy-Two Transformations' that Zhang Feng comprehended based on biotechnology, the ever-changing nature of mice, and the reshaping of physique, etc.

However, these flesh and blood cultivation devices are hard to find.

If you make it yourself, or do it slowly, it will take some time and increase the exposure.

Think about it.

Zhang Feng quickly thought of some black markets that sell instruments.

There is definitely no legal oversight there.

However, since I lack connections and the law is in place, it's impossible to find this through normal channels.

However, according to behavioral science and related knowledge of bodily functions.

Zhang Feng went directly to the nearest nightclub, intending to judge who among the people coming and going was not a good person.

Bad people, they'll know at least some information.

When it comes to matters of the martial world, ask someone from the martial world; that's always the right thing to do.

Thinking.

Zhang Feng approached a nightclub by the roadside.

There was only a large soundproof glass door at the entrance; other than that, there was no queue or entrance fee.

Zhang Feng glanced at it and went straight over.

Boom~
Upon entering, you're greeted by upbeat dance music and dim yet dazzling lights.

In the middle of the dance floor, men and women swayed their bodies like a chaotic dance of demons.

Zhang Feng, sensing the atmosphere, swayed his head, feeling quite excited.

Back in the Wangshe nightclub area, I ended up as the 'nightclub manager'.

I'm quite familiar with these things.

Not to mention shaking your head, you can even improvise a dance.

Furthermore, consider the current level of evolution and precision of mechanical bodies.

If Zhang Feng were to perform a dance, he would be a world-class dance king.

These people are really not worth mentioning.

Similarly, one can switch between various emotions at any time and blend into the current environment, making it natural.

This is also what Zhang Feng has been doing.

In Zhang Feng's view, the true state of mind is not about being the only one sober when everyone else is drunk, but rather about merging with nature by "seeing mountains as mountains again," so that others cannot see one's own specialness.

Thus, in the occasional glances of a few people, Zhang Feng appeared to be just an ordinary customer, wandering around the dance floor.

In fact, Zhang Feng had already scanned the people on the dance floor.

They are mostly good people.

This "good person" is defined by not killing or setting fires.

As for other good or bad...

Zhang Feng didn't comment, because his purpose in coming to the nightclub was to find bad guys.

Who comes here looking for an absolutely honest and kind person?

They are also taking a look.

Zhang Feng then looked around at the karaoke tables and the bar in front of him.

Among the people coming and going, there were some guards, but they were all small fry and there were no traces of any kind of fortune related to the black market.

It's on the right again.

Zhang Feng did see their leader, and there was also a black market in his Qi Yun image.

However, these were all similar transactions involving controlled weapons, with no mention of instruments.

It seems the campaign has started poorly.

In just a few minutes, Zhang Feng saw through everyone.

They're all tiny shrimp.

Let's check the time again, it's 11 p.m.

It's still early, let's check out some other nightclubs.

If all else fails, try some unlicensed small clinics.

They don't follow the usual path; perhaps some of their drugs and medical devices are obtained from unknown sources.

However, these unlicensed clinics are actually quite difficult to find.

Finally, take one last look at this nightclub.

Zhang Feng came quickly and left quickly.

Then they hailed a taxi at the entrance and headed to the nearest nightclub.

Drivers are basically living maps of the city; you can't go wrong asking them to take you to nightclubs.

One minute later.

The driver only pressed the accelerator briefly, and after driving less than a hundred meters, he said, "We're here. Still the starting fare, ten yuan."

"Okay." Zhang Feng hadn't expected it to be so close, but his spiritual sense wasn't very far-reaching; he really couldn't see more than 300 meters away.

In addition, being unfamiliar with the city, 'he' rarely went out to play.

It's not unusual to get ripped off like this.

"Master, are there any other places to have fun nearby?"

Before getting off the bus, Zhang Feng took out a hundred-yuan bill from his pocket and asked a question.

"There are many, like over there..."

The driver, perhaps out of consideration for Zhang Feng being a high school student and perhaps a little reluctant to accept the fare, said a few more words and pointed to some places around the area.

Then, Zhang Feng got off the bus.

He looked at the banknotes with some curiosity.

"Few people use paper money anymore, and luckily I have some change, otherwise I really wouldn't have been able to make change..."

He thought to himself, then looked again at Zhang Feng's departing figure.

'This kid seems to be a cyborg, he's had a tough time. If I didn't have change... I probably wouldn't have taken the money...'

The driver hesitated, then suddenly asked curiously, "Was that a middle-aged man just now? It's really strange that I keep thinking about students..."

Under the modification of spiritual consciousness.

His memories of Zhang Feng were already confused.

It's precisely this dilemma.

He also checked the playback from the car's in-car camera.

His record along the way shows that he was a middle-aged man with no students.

Even during the French Open inspection, the person who got on the bus was a middle-aged man.

Zhang Feng has modified all the records.

And so it is in this chaos.

The driver felt he had been daydreaming and quickly forgot about it.

Even if someone brings it up later, he won't remember it.

And in forgetting.

The driver resumed his usual demeanor, glancing around the area from time to time to see if anyone was waving him to stop.

at the same time.

Zhang Fenggang had just entered this nightclub when he received some good news.

And then he focused his attention on a table of guests in the corner.

Now, accompanied by energetic music.

Instead of shouting or talking loudly, they covered their mouths and continued to speak cautiously in hushed tones.

Although the mouth shape is not visible to the naked eye, it is impossible to interpret lip movements.

But when Zhang Feng scanned them with his spiritual sense and then used his luck to see, he saw a vision of their future.

Around 10 a.m. the day after tomorrow, they went to a 'supermarket' that resembled an underground city.

That's where the province's 'black market for medical instruments' is located.

However, to get in there, you need an introduction from someone you know.

The black market has been found.

Zhang Feng also strode over and focused on observing their good and evil.

At a glance.

Zhang Feng saw that their goodness value was 6.2, and they had no evil value.

And they are members of an unqualified clinic.

Since they couldn't buy some legitimate medical equipment on the market, they turned their attention to the black market, hoping to find something good there.

Zhang Feng now possesses high rule-based computing power, coupled with various other knowledge, enabling him to quickly calculate a person's 'basic identity information'.

It can also be described as being able to see through a person's 'background and background' at a glance.

In general, not all people who come to the black market and nightclubs are bad people, because there is a very low chance that there will be some honest and kind-hearted people who are 'non-compliant'.

Just like them, they are good people.

'Probability theory is truly amazing…'

Zhang Feng never expected to meet such kind people here.

They had even made plans to find any villain to buy the equipment, and then kill him to silence him.

But now, that won't work.

As Zhang Feng pondered, he approached their SIM card table. "Let's talk later..." The two doctors looked at the person who appeared to be a high school student with caution and suspicion, and stopped talking.

"Hello you two."

Zhang Feng was the first to greet them, and he reached out his hand from his sleeve.

In the dim light, although Zhang Feng's arms were covered with talisman patterns and his skin texture was very realistic.

However, the two doctors had privately performed many surgeries on cyborgs, and they immediately recognized the high school student in front of them as a pitiful cyborg.

"Is something wrong? Are you feeling unwell somewhere?"

The doctor, who was over forty years old, displayed the medical ethics that many doctors possess.

Driven by his professional instincts, he even forgot that this wasn't his life-saving clinic, but a chaotic nightclub.

In nightclubs, people come to relax and hunt; who comes seeking medical help?
Meanwhile, his companion sensed something was wrong and nudged the doctor with his elbow.

After all, Zhang Feng came straight to their headquarters to find the two of them, which seemed a bit odd.

"Are you two doctors?"

Zhang Feng, however, sat down beside them as if they were old friends and immediately revealed their plan, startling the two of them.
"When you go to the black market the day after tomorrow, can you give me a ride?"

Of course, the earlier the better.

As compensation, I will give you the remaining money after I have purchased the items I need.

As Zhang Feng spoke, ignoring their astonishment, he pointed to his limbs.
"You can talk to me without worry. I have already blocked the law enforcement network in our booth area."

I currently have two million in cash, and to be precise, I was short ten yuan on the bus fare just now.

Zhang Feng likes to get straight to the point when he speaks.

Because of the armor's nearly 500 combat power, plus the support of the rules' computing power.

In addition, both of them are good people.

Provided that both one's own combat strength and the opponent's mentality can be guaranteed.

Therefore, there's no need to hide anything further.

Zhang Feng enjoys straightforward communication.

just.

The two looked at Zhang Feng and repeated his words again.

But I felt that this high school student's body had not only been modified, but perhaps his mind had also become problematic.

Because they believe they have been practicing medicine for a century and have seen all sorts of strange and wonderful people from all over the world.

But they had never seen Zhang Feng's way of communicating before.

If they have some mental issues, then they've seen them before.

There were quite a few during that period, and they were even more eccentric and unreliable than Zhang Feng.

However, they had never seen a madman who could pinpoint their itinerary and identity so clearly.

For a moment, they were a little nervous.

"My name is Zhang Feng." Zhang Feng understood them, and rolled up his sleeves, opened his arms, revealing the 300,000 yuan hidden inside.

After that, the body opened up in various places, and the remaining money was placed openly on the table.

But the guests on the surrounding dance floor, including those coming and going, all seemed oblivious to this scene.

This strange scene filled the two with fear and doubt towards Zhang Feng.

“This is the truth in my words.” Zhang Feng pointed to the money. “Others can’t see us, not even the law.”

Then, the money I mentioned is right here.

The choice is yours. I know your clinic was raided ten days ago.

We are currently short of funds to prepare for the next clinic.

Including the benefactor you're waiting for today, you don't need to wait anymore.

He will not invest in you, nor will he sponsor you.

As Zhang Feng spoke, he looked towards the doorway, as if predicting the future, and said:
"He'll walk in in twenty seconds, but he'll be called away by the familiar nightclub manager and then forget about you."

"You...who exactly are you..." The two became increasingly frightened after hearing Zhang Feng's premonition and his supernatural abilities that 'no one else could see'.

But then, they saw that the big spender had actually arrived.

When the manager at the entrance saw the big client arrive, he brought some girls over, and that was the end of it.

A girl on the left, a girl on the right, and a perfume that stimulates hormones.

The benefactor was already too happy to care about anything else and had no interest in the two doctors.

at the same time.

After witnessing this scene, the two doctors suspected that it might have been Zhang Feng's arrangement.

However, when thinking about their future together...

And no one in the entire nightclub would play along with Zhang Feng's act and pretend they couldn't see the money.

Furthermore, when the large screen in the nightclub was sometimes peeked at, it would scan their table, but no money would be displayed. Instead, only Zhang Feng and the other two would be happily drinking and chatting.

They are becoming more and more convinced now.

They were now even certain that this high school student was an 'advanced life form' that defied explanation within the realm of conventional biology!

Otherwise, how could one continuously predict the future and directly alter the reality, keeping it a secret from everyone?

Such a life form, such a strange thing.

It can no longer be described using existing biological sciences.

Well then, let's go with him.

Because if they are truly targeted by such a life form, their resistance is futile.

Now they can only pray that this advanced life form is indeed just buying some biological equipment, as he said.

They didn't even have any expectations regarding Zhang Feng's promise to make up the money.

Now, all they want is to survive.

……

Noon the next day.

Inside an empty underground room in another city.

The two men stared in disbelief at the machines that Zhang Feng had been carrying down.

Because this advanced life form not only didn't kill them, but also bought them some equipment.
This is the address of their new clinic.

"I'll leave my flesh and blood cultivation to you."

After setting up the equipment, Zhang Feng also left some blood from the heart for the two doctors to culture.

This flesh-and-blood cultivation technique is relatively simple for these two doctors who have been practicing medicine for a century.

Because some of their patients are missing flesh or limbs.

Therefore, they occasionally use cultivation methods to grow flesh and blood for patients.

For example, a person's leg is broken and cannot be reattached.

They would first create artificial bones for this person, and then extract their normal flesh and blood for cultivation.

Finally, the cultured flesh is used to cover the bones, and some aortic vessels are harvested from his body to form an effective connection between the flesh and blood.

Ultimately, his legs were reconstructed.

But ultimately, it was just a synthetic skeleton with some decorative flesh.

Fundamentally, the tendons and nerves in his legs are still driven by the skeleton, rather than by the integrated brain-driven system of the past.

However, compared to Zhang Feng's desire to completely rebuild his body, this matter of reshaping his legs is nothing.

Also on this day.

The two doctors already knew that this higher being was undergoing a very outrageous treatment.

That is 'flesh and blood regeneration, biological recombination'.

This was completely impossible in their minds.

It should be noted that Zhang Feng only has his brain and heart left, but now he is trying to revive himself and restore all his functions.

This sounds like a fantasy!
Because if such technology were truly available, it would be no less significant than the mythical creation of humanity by Nuwa.

And as long as the brain doesn't age, wouldn't that mean immortality?

As long as the brain remains, it is an infinite body, and will not suffer any damage other than that to the brain.

They thought this was outrageous.

But what they didn't know was that in the real utopia, the Federation had already used this simple flesh-reshaping technology to extend human lifespan to over nine hundred years.

Biological recombination is no longer a major problem in reality.

……

Meanwhile, this afternoon.

in school.

In the office of the teaching affairs department.

Yu Shen was somewhat confused.

'It was supposed to be noon, why hasn't Brother Wang She made a move yet?'

He walked to the window and looked at the campus, which was more peaceful than usual, completely puzzled.

Could it be that something went wrong in the middle?

Or perhaps Brother Wang She felt the timing was wrong and wanted to change the time?
Yu Shen was unaware that Wang She and the others had been tracked down and killed by Zhang Feng the previous night.

On the contrary, he felt that Zhang Feng was still in school.

But in fact.

Zhang Feng has just arrived at the edge of the city by car and is now heading towards the school.

They were also anxiously waiting.

Three minutes later, Zhang Feng returned to school, but none of the cameras captured him.

The drivers had forgotten everything, including the scenes of getting on and off the bus that happened before and last night.

The only people who could remember Zhang Feng were those two doctors.

But as soon as they are investigated, they recall their memories of what they look like.

They may also experience amnesia due to the unique neuronal fluctuations.

Zhang Feng calculated everything he could.

Subsequently.

Zhang Feng also returned to his dormitory, now just waiting for Tuesday's bloody withdrawal.

After pondering for a moment, Zhang Feng placed his spiritual sense downstairs again.

This eccentric fellow is quite interesting; he's pretending to be conducting an inspection, and is pacing around downstairs as if he's looking for Brother Wang She.

Unfortunately, Brother Wang She was busy with his business and left first.

(End of this chapter)