Infinite Demon God: How can I download it if I don't have enough data?

Chapter 181 The Man in the Stone [Part Two]

The sound wasn't actually that loud, but in this cramped and narrow passage, it seemed to be repeatedly bounced and amplified by the walls, allowing it to travel extremely far.

Before long, the commotion attracted the attention of a miner who was closest to the site.

He followed the sound and groped his way there, the beam of his flashlight sweeping across the ground.

They shouted, but received no response.

He arrived at the place soon.

The first thing you see is a jackhammer and clothes scattered all over the ground, followed by bits of blood and flesh splattered on the rock wall, and the unrecognizable remains of a human.

Jeremy is dead.

He died a complete and utter death.

The miner's flashlight trembled slightly, and as the beam of light flickered, he suddenly caught sight of the amber embedded in the rock wall.

His pupils suddenly contracted, and his face turned deathly pale.

Clearly, he also saw the figures among them.

Boom!

At that very instant, the sound, like a heartbeat, exploded once more.

puff--!

The blood mist exploded.

Before he could even utter a scream, the miner exploded into a cloud of crimson mist on the spot. His clothes were torn to shreds and fell to the ground, blending together with the traces left by Jeremy, making them indistinguishable from each other.

Deep within the passage, deathly silence returned.

Only the thing inside the amber was still pulsating slowly and steadily, one beat at a time.

A long time passed.

The anomaly was eventually discovered by other miners, and several more people died in succession.

It was reported up the chain of command.

The message reached the eyes of the top officials in Lai State.

Soon, an order was issued.

The entire mine was immediately sealed off and taken over by the authorities.

Several hours later, it was already late at night.

The crescent moon hung high in the sky, casting a hazy, clear light, like a thin layer of frost covering the earth.

Outside the blocked gold mine.

Two more figures appeared, a man and a woman.

The man had a full beard and a weathered look. His trench coat billowed slightly in the night wind, and a cross hung on his chest, reflecting the cold white moonlight.

The woman had blonde hair, two huge silver earrings hanging from her shoulders, and wore a white mink coat, making her stand out in the darkness.

These two were both masters of blood transfusion.

From the direction of the mine entrance, a bald, middle-aged man in a suit with a beer belly was respectfully reporting the situation to the two men.

"That thing—after preliminary examination, it should be a substance similar to amber."

Whether the creature inside is dead or alive is still unknown.

There have indeed been reports of sounds resembling a heartbeat.

However, if anyone gets within three meters of it, they will instantly turn into a cloud of blood mist.

Currently, we can only rely on machinery to cut the material from a distance and then transport it upwards, so we'll have to wait a while longer.

Upon hearing this...

The two ignored him.

They looked down at the photos in their hands.

The photo is blurry, but the general scene is still vaguely discernible.

The man in the trench coat glanced at it twice, then turned to ask the blonde woman beside him.

"Dorothy, what's your opinion?"

"Not at the moment, the photo is too blurry."

The blonde woman named Dorothy frowned slightly, her gaze falling on the photograph in her hand, focusing intently on the patterns on the silver armor worn by the person.

"This armor looks somewhat like the style of early medieval knights from over a thousand years ago, but upon closer inspection, it's different."

As a master of blood transfusion, with a lifespan of three hundred years, he has plenty of time to do other things besides cultivation, such as pursuing hobbies.

Dorothy is fascinated by history and is ostensibly a well-known historian in the country of Lai.

"However, judging from the current situation, the person sealed inside may still be alive, or may have transformed into some kind of evil spirit."

"That possibility cannot be ruled out, but in any case, this person is quite valuable."

The man in the trench coat nodded.

Then, they waited a few more moments.

There was some noise ahead.

The piece of amber below was transported up by machinery.

Upon seeing this, the two went forward.

The bald-headed manager wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and carefully followed behind the two.

Soon, the two arrived at the cave entrance.

A shed has been set up here.

The room was brightly lit, and several staff members were busy at work.

Upon seeing the two men and the bald, middle-aged man behind them, they all respectfully stopped what they were doing.

The two ignored it and focused their attention on the transport plane that was taking off ahead.

A piece of amber, several meters in size and cut into an oval shape, was slowly brought up.

Inside the amber, a figure was clearly curled up.

Seeing this scene.

Dorothy stepped forward, entering the three-meter radius, her body surging with true energy.

Two meters — one meter — half a meter.

However, just as her palm was about to touch the amber...

Dorothy suddenly groaned and retreated as if electrocuted, instantly creating distance between them.

Her originally fair skin had turned blood red, with strands of blood seeping from her pores, as if it had been forcibly squeezed out of her body by some invisible force.

She circulated her secret martial arts techniques, allowing her vital energy to flow through her body for several weeks before the abnormality in her body gradually dissipated.

"Don't come near."

Dorothy looked grave.

"This thing is very strange; it can cause the body's qi and blood to go out of control and become chaotic."

Upon hearing this, the man in the trench coat frowned slightly.

"Even you're affected!?"

"It seems we have no choice but to move this thing away first."

Then.

The crane lifted the boulder and loaded it into a long van, with the distance between the van and the boulder precisely controlled at more than three meters.

To avoid affecting the driver.

Then, escorted by the two men, they headed away into the distance.

Swish!

However, no one noticed.

The car started.

The moment we drove out of the shaded area, moonlight shone on the rock.

The hazy, indistinct light seemed to seep into it in wisps and strands.

next moment.

Inside the enormous amber, the figure that had been motionless opened its eyes a crack.

Its pupils moved slowly.

Several days passed in the blink of an eye.

In Yanjing City, a light drizzle was falling, thin and misty, like fog.

Outside, the streets are bustling with traffic, towering buildings, and people coming and going—it's incredibly lively.

Inside the Ji family's ancient mansion, however, lies a completely different scene.

Small bridges over flowing water, artificial hills and bamboo groves.

The courtyard was quaint and quiet, as if it were isolated from the outside world.

Hu Long, dressed in loose casual clothes, leaned back lazily in his chair.

Holding a teacup in his hand, he poured and drank by himself, quite at ease.

In front of him was a pool of water, its surface rippling gently from the raindrops.

In the pond, several fish were vying to swim to the surface, their mouths opening and closing as they inhaled and exhaled bubbles.

It has a unique sense of tranquility.

At this moment, light kept flashing on Hu Long's other palm.

Items appeared out of thin air in my hand and then disappeared just as quickly, as if it were magic.

The reason he was able to do all this was simply because of the dark gold bracelet he wore on his wrist.

This thing is none other than a storage artifact obtained from the Ji family.

Its interior space is a standard cube, with a volume of one thousand cubic meters, equivalent to the size of thirty ordinary bedrooms.

Unlike magical runes, this is an external object, and its activation requires the simultaneous use of spiritual power and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

The Ji family members were unable to cultivate the old techniques, and therefore could not use them.

Therefore, keeping it in the treasure vault wouldn't be of much use, so Hu Long simply took it for himself.

At this moment, he had gold on his left and silver on his right, so he was all set.

Having this thing undoubtedly made things much more convenient for him.

At least it can hold a few changes of clothes, so that if your clothes get torn during battle, you won't have to rely on mirages to cover it up.

However, although this thing is magical, it is far from being comparable to a blessed land; it can only hold inanimate objects.

As for food and similar items, although their shelf life can be greatly extended, they are not immune to spoilage.

In the long run, it will still break down.

It's not like the storage spaces that Hu Long had seen in his novels, which could store food indefinitely and never expire.

But that's normal.

To put it simply, it's just a small, independent space where time still flows.

It simply has fewer bacteria, like a freezer, so the food will have a longer shelf life, that's all.

Thinking of this, Hu Long stopped what he was doing.

His gaze fell on the panel screen that appeared in front of him, then moved down and settled on the few lines of text at the bottom.

[Internet speed: 128M/s△]

[Data usage: 1933MB]

[Source Value: 4650.13 strands]

During this period, Hu Long absorbed the source value from the strange and evil remains stored by the Ji family, as well as from objects such as divine intent.

Its own source value surged by several thousand strands, reaching over four thousand.

Unfortunately, although there was a lot of source value, no triangular rune marks appeared in the three talents that could be improved.

As for the issue of traffic, he had previously imprinted a mental mark on the remaining blood-transformation masters of the Ji family.

Strangely, only two of them provided him with bandwidth, with only 200 Mbps and 300 Mbps respectively.

This figure is far from comparable to that of Ji Yaoling and Ji Wudi.

Judging from the current situation, although cultivation level is somewhat related, it should not be the most important issue.

"Could it be the individual's social standing?"

Hu Long secretly speculated that this was also his previous assumption.

Now it seems very likely.

After all, those two Ji family blood transfusion masters who gained attention still held high positions in the Yu Kingdom.

It's actually quite simple to verify this idea.

To this end, he conducted some experiments.

For example, they used psychological manipulation on the surface some high-ranking officials in the Yu state.

The process went smoothly without any obstacles.

That's normal, after all, those people are just ordinary people.

But the result was not ideal.

Although a few individuals generated some traffic, the total traffic was less than 100 megabytes.

Even some of these people with great power and status have nothing at all.

This proves to some extent that while status may be a factor, it is not the most crucial issue.

Hu Long did not investigate this further.

The fact that he couldn't find a clue about the traffic flow didn't stop him from continuing to collect source values.

With the help of the Ji family, the efficiency of the collection is far greater than before.

After all, the Ji family had a large number of medium-sized clans attached to them.

With just one command, these clans would help him collect the supernatural beings.

This was also one of his main purposes in taking action against and controlling the Ji family.

Thinking of this, he looked at the internet speed section.

A network speed of just over 100 kilos per second is still too slow.

It's time for an upgrade.

Thinking of this, Hu Long had an idea.

"Too slow, upgrade my internet speed!"

As Hu Long's thoughts settled, the Source Value column instantly decreased by 1,300 strands.

The light shone into the network speed section, making the text slightly blurry before it became clear again.

[Internet speed: 1024M/s△]

Compared to before, the internet speed has increased by nearly ten times.

However, there is still room for improvement.

Hu Long thought for a moment and decided to bring it up again.

Now that separate traffic revenue has been discovered, the source value doesn't need to be saved for downloading; it can be used to improve internet speed.

If the internet speed is fast enough, he can even download his opponent's skills the instant they engage, without having to wait until he defeats them.

Then.

The source value decreased by another three thousand strands.

The network speed indicator blurred and then became clear again.

[Internet speed: 5024M/s]

[Data usage: 1933MB]

[Source Value: 350.13 strands]

Hu Long was very satisfied with this.

Five gigabits per second.

At this internet speed, downloading a Yuan Dan realm skill takes less than a fifth of a second.

Just then, a noise came from outside the door.

Immediately afterwards, the door was pushed open.

Ji Wudi walked in.

The raindrops fell on his head and naturally parted to the sides, as if an invisible barrier enveloped him, leaving not a single patch of his clothing wet.

"Owner."

He came to the corridor, stopped a meter away from Hu Long, and respectfully called out.

"What is it?"

Hu Long put away the panel and turned to look at him.

"The weapon that Master previously ordered to be forged has been completed."

As Ji Wudi spoke, a flash of light appeared in his hand, and an object materialized out of thin air.

It was a long, jet-black staff, with a ring of dark gold cloud patterns wrapped around both ends, gleaming with a cold, eerie light in the dim light.

This long staff was forged from the remains of a spirit.

It has two main characteristics: it is hard enough and heavy enough.

Even under normal conditions, it weighs several thousand kilograms.

And once it is activated with force, the weight of this long stick can rise to tens of thousands of kilograms.

After all, a real man should play with a stick, the harder and bigger the better.

While fighting bare-handed is not bad, many secret techniques cannot be used.

Swords, spears, and staffs, with the staff being the ancestor of all weapons.

By attaching an iron tool to the top of a long stick, it can be transformed into a knife, a spear, or a gun.

With a staff in hand, many long weapon techniques can actually be used; in a sense, they are all interconnected.

Hu Long reached out and grabbed the long stick, weighed it in his hand, and then swung it around.

--boom!

A deafening explosion rang out in the air, causing the raindrops falling in the courtyard to freeze for a moment.

This thing is indeed extremely heavy, but with Hu Long's strength, swinging it is not a big problem.

"Unfortunately, it cannot expand or shrink on its own."

It would be truly interesting if things could change as one pleased.

However, this is understandable.

The remains of evil spirits can at most add some properties; it's ultimately unrealistic to expect them to change the density or size of an object.

Besides the black stick, Ji Wudi also brought some other weapons.

Swords, spears, halberds, and all sorts of weapons are available.

Hu Long is skilled in many techniques and can use a variety of weapons.

However, the other weapons were made from the bones of ordinary evil spirits, and could not compare to this black stick at all.

"Oh, right, Master, there are two more things."

Ji Wudi suddenly spoke at this moment.

"First, the peddler's trail that you ordered us to find has been found."

Secondly, not long ago, a stone figure was unearthed in the Lai Kingdom.