Leng Kai walked into the light with an axe, and in a flash, he returned to the previous secret room.

He looked back and saw that the mirror was still cracked by himself on the back, and the blood curtain on the mirror was spinning like a vortex.

The axe he brought back wanted to fly away, Leng Kai grabbed it and let it tremble in his hand. After a few seconds, he let go of his hand.

The axe flew to the wall and hung horizontally, and a line of blood words appeared below: "Sharp woodcutting axe".

When the blood curtain on the mirror stopped rotating, the crooked Chinese characters began to appear one by one again:

“Choose a reward,

Strength, enhance physical ability.

Agility, enhances nerve reflexes.

Spirituality, empowering secret arts.”

Leng Kai stretched out his finger to touch the power text, and the mirror melted into a blood-red vortex again.

A red mist emerged from the mirror and spread along his fingers to his body.

Just as the fog was about to sink into Leng Kai's body, his physical energy suddenly had a repulsive reaction.

The red fog was strangled by some invisible force, slowly transforming into a black dead fog, and then disappearing.

Leng Kai felt no sign of physical strengthening, and this power was rejected.

At this time, Chinese characters appeared on the mirror again: "3 days of freedom."

The white light in the secret room suddenly disappeared, and it was pitch black, and I couldn't see my five fingers.

When the light lit up again, Leng Kai appeared in a dim house, with curtains covering the light outside.

In the dim room, the small alarm clock on the table shows the time: 6:20 pm.

Next to the small alarm clock, there is a calendar that shows Wednesday, June 9, 1996.

He was not in the mood to observe this house. His body was overloaded and sweating detached, resulting in excessive fatigue.

He climbed onto the small bed in front of him and fell asleep desperately.

“We create you like he is,

Ten thousand gods are nourished in your body,

You are the definer and breaker of human boundaries.

You will stand up to challenge evil and fear.

May your anger never fade,

May the blood on your sword never dry up,

May we never need you.”

...

In sleep, two werewolfs crawled quickly in front of Leng Kai's eyes.

He chased after him, grabbed his tail, and started to tear it from below.

As soon as he tore it apart, the flesh in Leng Kai's hand turned into a pile of purple petals.

They fell to his feet and wailed from below toward the sky.

He heard an old man chattering in his ear and hitting something into his body.

The fiery red sky was stuffed with vague red meat.

More than 40,000 eyes of different sizes were staring behind Leng Kai, as if looking for his flaws.

Leng Kai suddenly woke up.

He lay on the bed, his whole body covered in sweat, and the smell of sweat filled the whole room.

The alarm clock on the table was clamoring.

He got up and took the alarm clock on the table to his eyes at 9:15 in the morning.

The sunlight penetrated through the gaps between the curtains and penetrated into the room, shining on the sloppy bed and floor.

It was summer, and the room was filled with the smell of sweat, the strange smell of rotten apples and unfinished potato chips.

He took off his shirt, put it on the small wooden chair in front of the table, and got off from the bed.

Walking into the small toilet, Leng Kai looked at his current body in front of the small mirror.

He can't be said to be thin, but it has nothing to do with being strong. This young man definitely doesn't exercise much.

That space is controlled by some kind of evil thing at a high latitude, which gives challenges and Leng Kai accepts challenges.

There is too little information about the other party, but it has become Leng Kai's target.

At present, Leng Kai's physical fitness is not able to engage in high-intensity combat, so he wants to become stronger in a short period of time.

Leng Kai spread his palms, and the black shadows of two wolves the size of his thumb were running in its palms.

That was the essence left by the prey he killed in the space, and at this time, they were in their own hands.

Leng Kai's power was bound to his soul and traveled with him.

This power needs to be nourished by the essence of evil things to be reactivated.

The power given by the space master is not worth mentioning, it is obviously weaker than the god genes in Leng Kai's body, so when the points are added, it was rejected by his subconscious mind.

The power of a werewolf is enough to lure out the power in the body.

Leng Kai crushed the werewolf's essence, and the choking sound of canines sounded in his ears.

He let go of his hand, and a faint black mist rose, Leng Kai sucked it in.

He closed his eyes, and the chaotic noises of men and women echoed in his mind.

After a while, the noise disappeared. He opened his eyes, and two red eyeballs flashed in the dark whites.

Only a moment later, his eyes returned to normal.

Leng Kai could feel that the power of the god gene was reactivated, and the black energy river in his body was surging.

This body was extremely weak, and Leng Kai felt a little dizzy.

This is like a modified car. Leng Kai has replaced it with a top-notch engine, but the frame, tires and control devices cannot control this surging power.

If you drive forcibly, the car will only cause the car to be destroyed and the people will die.

However, this genetic power unlocks the human body.

Leng Kai’s current absorption ability and growth rate are thirty-six times that of ordinary people.

Moreover, it can break through the limits of human beings and continuously strengthen the body.

And now he only needs to use the oldest method to transform this body.

Simply put, it is to practice and eat.

He searched for the boy's drawers and cabinets, and found a vermilion-red soft-skinned brochure in the drawer of the table.

The brochure reads the Postal Bank's current savings deposit book.

He opened and looked at it. There were many records of deposit and withdrawal on it.

There will be 1,000 yuan in the first Saturday of each month, and this young man will withdraw the money every Sunday.

He picked up the calendar and looked at it on June 9th. Then he remembered that it was paper and he had to turn the pages manually.

I slept for a day. Today is June 10th. The boy should have withdrawn money not long ago.

He threw his passbook on the table, searched around the room for a while, and finally found something under the mattress that looked like money.

There are nine large blue and blue paper notes with a denomination of 100 and 4 heads on the paper notes.

There are also several blue notes with a denomination of 10, with two heads drawn on them, one old and one young.

Some of the remaining coins are all dimes, and the total is 930 yuan and 4 cents.

Leng Kai is not familiar with the year 1996, and this time is too old for him.

He put the money in his pocket, put on the short sleeves, pulled the curtains open and looked out the window.

The sun shines outside the window. He lives in a residential building facing the street, and walks by three or two old men on the quiet street below.

Opposite is a demolished place, and several workers are still chatting on the construction site. The yellow construction machinery is parked in the center of the construction site, and stones and garbage are thrown all over the floor.

A little further apart, gray five-story buildings were clustered from Leng Kai's side to the horizon. The sycamore trees blocked the horizon, the blue sky flew over the sparrows, and the lines of the telephone poles were shaken by the wind.

He looked to the other side and saw a big white house downstairs with the words "Fumin Vegetable Market" written on the door.

A middle-aged man wearing a faded baseball cap, squatting on the side of the road, repairing a two-wheeled human transportation vehicle.

He pulled up the curtains, found the door key in the boy's schoolbag, and walked out the door.

Walking through the dark and narrow corridors and slender steep stairs, down from the 4th floor, you pass by a middle-aged man.

"Oh? Lu Cheng, didn't go to school? Today is Thursday." The man greeted Leng Kai.
To be continued...