The Black Book

[Anger] Secret Ceremony...

Killing, destruction!

But ordinary "sacrifices" cannot meet the requirements of the ceremony. Only occasions like today can meet the requirements...

By analogy, other original sins should also have corresponding secret ceremonies.

What is the Sese Secret Ceremony?

Is it a silver party?

Blinking his eyes, Zhu Haomiao pondered for a few seconds, and suddenly felt pain all over his body.

As the extraordinary power of [Anger] dissipated, adrenaline decreased, and the morbid excitement also faded. The body frantically sent alarms to the brain, indicating that all organs had been damaged.

Looking down, there were dense scars under the tattered clothes, and the bones, muscles, and internal organs had also suffered certain injuries. Although they were not particularly serious injuries, the accumulation of a few was still quite worrying.

After this battle, ordinary extraordinary people need to rest for at least ten days or half a month to recover their combat effectiveness...

Fortunately... I have astringent...

With a thought, a touch of pink mist emerged from the depths of his pupils, and a refreshing and light fragrance lingered around Zhu Haomiao.

[Lust]!

He fully activated the supernatural power of [Lust], and his inhuman self-healing ability began to gradually emerge. The wounds all over his body slowly closed, and the pink granulations wriggled like tiny insects, and in a blink of an eye, a thin layer of scabs covered the wounds.

After roughly treating the injuries, Zhu Haomiao stopped urging, retaining his precious [energy] reserves, and cast his eyes on the onlookers who were secretly spying.

Realizing that the other party was looking at them, the group of boys and girls were a little embarrassed, and they didn't know whether to advance or retreat.

Going in, a little scared...

Retreating, it's too embarrassing...

After all, they are the players representing the country in the Ascension Competition. How can they survive in the future if they are scared away by others?

Fortunately, Zhu Haomiao didn't let them struggle for too long.

Seeing that this group of people had no intention of sliding up, he could only shake his head regretfully, like an actor who had finished a play, he put one hand on his chest, bowed slightly, and said goodbye to them gracefully.

It was obviously a polite gesture, but everyone tasted a strong sense of ridicule from it, and their faces suddenly became ugly.

But they didn't dare to run up to ask for an explanation, and could only watch Zhu Haomiao walk to the main road outside, get into a low-key and luxurious black car, and disappear from their sight in a blink of an eye.

"The local adventers are so rude!"

"It's immoral for him to kill so many people. We can go to [Yanhuang Arsenal] to sue him!"

"But... it seems that professional soldiers are not protected by the Extraordinary Convention..."

"Then you can't kill them indiscriminately!"

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With her friends' complaints echoing in her ears, Tia watched the taillights of the black car disappear completely, biting her lips unwillingly.

"Brother, is this the monster you mentioned?"

"In front of them, I am already very powerful just to be alive?"

With her five white and tender fingers deeply embedded in her flesh, Tia looked at the direction where the black car disappeared and clenched her teeth.

"No! I don't accept it! I won't admit defeat!"

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"Ji!"

In the car, the mink that was originally sitting in the passenger seat and eating corn saw its master coming back, and excitedly pounced on him, ignoring the dust and blood, humming and licking.

Zhu Haomiao hugged this guy in his arms and gently stroked its silky fur. The last trace of restlessness and madness in his heart gradually calmed down, and his eyes completely regained clarity.

Afterwards, he began to examine his own state and review tonight's actions.

[Qi] was almost exhausted. Sure enough, there must be a strong reserve behind the violent output...

Feeling his empty Dantian, Zhu Haomiao sighed helplessly.

[Angry]!

[Hard Qigong]!

[Dielang Jin]!

[Jifeng Jin]!

[Accumulate Explosive Strength]!

Compared to these "energy-consuming" giants, the [Qi] attribute is never enough!

The most important thing is that he can use the three basic forces at the same time, and the consumption per unit time is much higher than that of ordinary extraordinary people of the same level!

Of course, huge consumption also means far superior combat power!

If there is enough [Qi], even if he faces the real hegemony, he may be able to hold on for a long time.

Maybe... Next, I should focus on internal and external skills...

Thinking of this, Zhu Haomiao nodded as if he had realized something.

Compared to [fighting method], [gongfa] will not directly improve the surface combat power of martial arts extraordinary people, but it represents the foundation and background!

More keen insight!

Faster combat response!

More powerful energy!

Longer endurance!

Stronger all-round resistance!

Faster self-healing recovery ability!

[Wu] has eight basic powers, and [Gong] has a secret method of internal and external cultivation that can reach the ninth heaven. Together, this is the reason why Chinese [Wugong] crushes the combat system of other countries!

Without thousands of years of continuous civilization, it is impossible to build such a mature and balanced cultivation system!

Other countries have too little foundation!

Even the most mature long step to godhood in the West - [The Road of Fire Sword], can only compete with the Chinese system in some areas... There is no comparison in terms of universality...

Crossing his legs, Zhu Haomiao stroked Diaochan's snow-white fur from time to time, looking out the window with a distant gaze.

The neon lights of the Shiliyangchang are still prosperous. Under the illumination of the blurred lights, one police car after another honks its shrill bells, crossing with black cars, and rushing to the scene of a "terrorist attack".

"Tsk tsk~"

Running so fast, to collect the bodies?

Shaking his head with a smile, Zhu Haomiao stroked the snow-white and fluffy fur of the mink, and whispered to Wilson who was driving.

"Go to the altar."

"Yes, sir"

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Looking at the mess in front of him, like a ruined manor trampled by a giant monster, Sherlock Voss took off his pipe and smacked his lips in a wordless manner.

"Godzilla has landed in the Magic City?"

"What did you say?"

"Nothing, you continue to clean up the scene."

Sherlock Voss waved his hand casually to the native policeman next to him and walked towards the family group in the distance.

After these people escaped from the crime scene, many of them secretly observed and witnessed the whole process of the "terrorist attack" incident.

"Devil! That's the devil from hell!"

"He's six meters tall! Green face and fangs! His arms are thicker than the waist of an ordinary person!"

"He's covered in blood!"

"He has a pair of horns on his head!"

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Listening to the excited howling of these people, Sherlock Voss took out a sketchbook and quickly sketched out a lifelike image.

Six meters tall, green face and fangs, horns on the head, blood all over the body...

Hey...wait!

Looking at the "suspect portrait" he drew, Sherlock Voss's mind was full of black lines.

Isn't this thing just the stereotype of the devil in the epic oil painting?