It's late at night.

Since his house was still in a state of being requisitioned by the Jing Ye Division, Lu Jiu didn't dare to go back rashly, so he simply found an inn that hadn't closed yet.

paid the money and entered his room under the leadership of the shopkeeper.

Lu Jiu has never liked to wronged himself, and he should live in the inn's Tianzi room.

I have to admit that compared to this room, he used to live in a kennel.

The inn has its own boiler room, the faucet above the bath barrel is hot water, and there are some baskets of rose petals brought in by the shopkeeper and a small snack plate with a few slices of watermelon and dried fruits, which are all free things from the inn.

First take off the clean clothes that cover the outside, and then tear off the blood-soaked clothes on the inside with some difficulty.

Raising his hand to wipe away the mist on the mirror, Lu Jiu checked the injuries on his body.

Less than two hours had passed since the injury, and the penetrating wound on his left arm had not yet healed completely, but it had strangely stopped bleeding, and the wound on his chest had scabbed over, but it looked newer than the previous scar.

This recovery ability can be called terrifying, but Lu Jiu didn't have much joy on his face, because from just now he realized that this recovery ability has a price!

Still, he could feel the blood in his body draining at a terrifying rate, as if a hungry beast that fed on blood was hiding in his body.

If it weren't for swallowing some of the blood of the Gray Feather Crow before, Lu Jiu would probably fall into a weakened state of excessive blood loss again.

There wasn't enough blood nearby to replenish this time......

Now, no matter how sluggish Lu Jiu is, he has realized that under the premise of losing his heartbeat, it is very likely that the maintenance of body functions is through the energy existing in the blood, and these energies are not permanent, they will be consumed due to various circumstances.

For example, strenuous exercise and recovery from injuries.

This means that normal people will die if they don't eat or drink water, Lu Jiu may be able to last longer in the face of this situation, but once he enters a state of blood loss, if he is not replenished, I am afraid it will not be long before he becomes a real corpse!

Moreover, Lu Jiu can feel that his daily activities consume the energy in the blood in his body all the time, which makes every once in a while, Lu Jiu has to find a way to drink the blood that can provide his body's energy, otherwise there may be a state of physical failure.

The problem is that he only has a small part of the blood in the bamboo tube in his hand now, and he doesn't know how long he can last!

"I knew I should have brought that crow with me, maybe I could squeeze out some more blood...... Ah~"

Quite annoyed, he slapped his forehead, stepped into the bathtub, and involuntarily let out a comfortable moan.

Leaning against the edge of the tub, he hung his left arm outside, and he was half of his face shrunk in the water, recalling the various battle scenes he had seen near his home before.

There is no doubt that there are extraordinary abilities in this world.

Ruan Qingyu's reflexes and action are one thing, and the control of the crows and the pair of wings that extinguish the flames displayed by the mourning crows are undoubtedly more eye-catching.

Lu Jiu's own strength is also beyond the scope of ordinary people, although it can't compare to the two above, but this does not prevent him from starting to think about whether this world is "martial arts supreme, sword and dragon slaying", or "immortal road competition, the road alone".

At the same time, the weapons in Ruan Qingyu's hands and the props thrown out made Lu Jiu can't help but think of some real war weapons...... Even an existence of the level of mourning crow would be nearly cornered by a mechanical can that could instantly detonate a huge fireball.

If imaginary mechanical monsters also exist in this world, then it will be really lively.

Of course, Lu Jiu is more concerned about how he should get in touch with that world now, his current body obviously can't be judged by common sense, maybe he has to find a way to find someone who knows about this aspect and ask him well.

After staying in the bathroom for half an hour, most of the fatigue on his body was gone, and Lu Jiu came out wearing a silk pajamas that the shopkeeper had prepared outside in advance.

It's not time to sleep yet.

Placing the mahogany box he got from the mourning crow on the table, he didn't close the box when he fell asleep, and the password naturally let Lu Jiu see it all.

I took out the contents one by one, and after working for most of the night, it was finally time to harvest.

First of all, a leather wallet, Lu Jiu rummaged through it, and found a total of 3 gold leaves plus a bunch of loose coins, which was undoubtedly a surprise to him, with this money, there was no need to hold back in the next investigation.

A silver-gray revolver and more than a dozen bullets scattered all over the wooden box, it is estimated that he didn't think of killing Lu Jiu, an ordinary person, to shoot, and a gray feather crow alone could easily solve the problem, or he was worried that shooting would reveal his position, so the mourning crow didn't take it with him.

Lu Jiu took the gun in his hand and played with it for a while and then put it back, according to the memory of his predecessor, the Shuoming Dynasty implemented gun control in various places, except for the government agencies, only some special occupations can hold guns, and if he is a small interviewer who is found on the street with a gun, he will definitely have to go to prison.

In fact, even the two short knives of the mourning crow were left in place by Lu Jiu, because the handle of the knife was clearly engraved with the word 'crow', and holding it in his hand was undoubtedly asking for trouble for himself.

A pick-up list marked 'Liu's Craftsman's Workshop' on the top clearly stated that on May 3, the 23rd year of Shenglong, the mourning crow commissioned Liu's Craftsman Workshop to make a mask, invested 10 silver dollars, and picked up the goods with this order a week later.

Lu Jiu remembered that today was May 7th, which meant that there were still three days to pick up the goods, and the mask made of 10 silver dollars, he was a little curious.

A marked map, the area depicted should be outside Qingding City, and there is a pentagonal black metal plate wrapped in the map, the former has no official map comparison, Lu Jiu doesn't know what the specific place is, and the latter doesn't understand the meaning at all, so he roughly glanced at it and put it back.

In the end, there were only two bottles of pills left, as well as some ointment to treat the injuries.

Pouring out a pill and putting it in his hand, Lu Jiu suddenly smelled some familiar smell, got closer to sniff, thought about it and swallowed it directly.

It didn't take long for Lu Jiu to clearly feel that this medicine was beneficial to the body's recovery, and not only that, but it seemed to be able to fill a part of the blood...... It's not a big amount, but it does work.

"This medicine is mixed with demon blood?"

Grabbing the bottle, Lu Jiu looked at the label 'Lingzhi Hall' attached to the bottle with some surprise, no wonder the mourning crow was seriously injured but did not immediately go to the hospital but returned to the residence, when he was bound before, Lu Jiu also noticed that the injury on his body had stabilized, this medicine was obviously not an ordinary product.

Write down the name of this pharmacy, Lu Jiu was still worrying about how to get the blood he needed just now, but he didn't expect to find a way unexpectedly.

It's just dozing off to send pillows.