The famous capital of feelings, close to a famous river in Jiangdong - the feeling river.

This is a relatively high-end residential area in Baiyun City, and a unique chain of contempt has been formed between neighbors, usually those who drive Cayenne look down on those who drive Daben, those who drive Daben look down on those who drive small BMW, and those who drive small BMW look down on someone who drives Wuling Hongguang.

Obviously, Wang Xia, who lives in this community, is at the end of the chain of contempt.

When the sun set, the Emperor went downstairs to buy things and was met with all kinds of colorful contempt.

The contempt of the neighbors is divided into two levels.

The first level is to look down on Wang Xia's parents, it is said that the two of them originally opened a small restaurant, barely mixed in the food and clothing line, and suddenly bought a lottery ticket two years ago and won the jackpot, and moved into the famous capital of feelings. The couple never worked, traveled everywhere, and showed off all kinds of things when they came back, and that nouveau riche atmosphere stabbed the neighborhood.

The second level is aimed at Wang Xia's education and current situation, among the young people in the community, Wang Xia is the only one who has never gone to college, and he has not even studied in a junior college that he spent money on.

It's just a matter of gnawing at the old, Wang Xia often drives a van around, and once took the most beautiful little widow in the famous capital by the river out for a ride, who can bear this?

Wang Xia has long been accustomed to all kinds of eyes, and he walks steadily without any waves.

He went to the supermarket to buy something, and on the way back, he received a voice message: "Son, your father and I just came down from Mount Tai, and your father's old color batch said that there is a Rushan City in Ludong, and we have to go to see what Rushan is, and we can't come back for ten days and a half months." You're good at home, don't keep going to nightclubs. ”

"Cheng, you guys play hard, have fun."

Wang Xia replied with a voice message and smiled happily.

Allowing his parents to travel all over the motherland without worry is the biggest motivation for his struggle.

A certain part of the chain of contempt is still reliable, Wang Xia's parents are ordinary people, and they have worked hard to bring up their children. Wang Xia was indeed not admitted to college back then, and he failed to find a decent job after graduating from high school, which broke his parents' hearts.

Until three years ago, an accident turned Wang Xia from an ordinary person into a spirit hunter.

It took him only a year to buy the house, and through some means, he convinced his parents that he had won five million in the lottery.

There is no way, the identity of the spirit hunter must not be disclosed to the public.

The only exception is the type of ordinary person like Inspector Lee, whose work is destined to expose them to cases that cannot be explained by science.

In the past two years, the parents have believed that their son has not only won more than 5 million, but also invested in a company and can get 1 million dividends every year. Why would they believe it? Because the person who testified was very credible, the people in the rivers and lakes called Inspector Li.

At Wang Xia's strong request, the couple realized their newlywed dream - to travel around the world.

At present, only half of the realization has been achieved, and it is still in the stage of national tourism.

If he wants his parents' dreams to come true, Wang Xia still has to make some more money.

And how much money a spirit hunter can make is often directly proportional to his own strength.

Wang Xia, who broke through to the second realm today, has more job opportunities.

If you want to do a good job, you must first sharpen your tools, and he must prepare first.

Back at home, a pot of spiritual rice in the rice cooker was already cooked.

Under normal circumstances, ordinary rice is cooked into dry rice, one pound of rice, two pounds of rice.

The same is true for spiritual rice, Wang Xia put half a catty of spiritual rice, and after absorbing water, he can cook a catty of rice.

When the rice is served, the aroma is refreshing.

Wang Xia ate pickles and tofu deliciously.

The spiritual rice eaten naturally transforms into a gentle and agile energy, and finally turns into the spiritual power of the spirit hunter.

In this era, the rare and limited supply of spiritual rice is the main cultivation resource for spirit hunters.

"Is this the strength of the Second Realm?"

When Wang Xiasheng was in the second bowl of rice, he showed a happy smile.

How much spiritual rice can be eaten has nothing to do with the amount of food, but is closely related to strength.

The vast majority of one-realm spirit hunters eat at most one bowl of spirit rice per meal, and any more will cause problems.

Spirit hunters in the second realm can eat two bowls of spiritual rice per meal, and the growth rate of spiritual power has also doubled.

After Wang Xia finished eating the second bowl of rice, he suddenly couldn't laugh.

He was still hungry and unfed.

You must know that in the past, when he ate a bowl of spiritual rice, he felt like he was vomiting.

He tried to eat the third bowl, but nothing unusual happened, but he was still hungry.

After eating the fourth bowl, the pound of rice in the rice cooker has bottomed out.

Wang Xia could clearly perceive that the spiritual rice he ate had been transformed into energy, and his spiritual power had grown several times faster than before.

It felt strange, as if there was a foodie hidden in his body, waiting to be fed, and he needed a lot of spiritual rice to fill it.

As a spirit hunter, he drove away evil and did not believe in evil, Wang Xia did not believe in evil on the spot, and ran to cook half a catty of spiritual rice.

While cooking, he fell into deep thought: "Is it because I have cultivated the Seven Killing Curses, is the foundation too thick?" ”

After thinking about it, many thoughts came to him.

"The last time I looked at the moon with the proprietress, she said that my foundation was abnormally thick, and my spiritual power was much deeper than that of a spirit hunter of the same level, and I had to eat poor in the second realm, so she didn't lie to me."

"Why don't you go and ask her?"

"No, that woman is too chicken thief, in case she sees that I practiced the "Seven Killing Curses", a cool song will be given to me."

"My cheap master said that the person who has practiced the "Seven Killing Curse" is equal to the meat of Tang monks, and all the spirit monsters want to eat my flesh and drink my blood, and the spirit hunters in the world will beat my idea."

Thinking of that cheap master, the heartless Emperor Wang, I was rarely a little sad.

Three years ago, Master Cheap passed the "Seven Killing Curses" to him, and then the world evaporated.

"I usually pretend to only be an ordinary "Spirit Mantra", which is low-key enough, or has it attracted the attention of the proprietress, if I use the "Vajra Mantra" of the Second Realm, she will not catch me to slice it?"

"Forget it, let's figure it out for yourself. She asked me for barbecue several times, pretending to be out of date, but she just wanted to touch my bottom. Fortunately, I was clever enough to trick her into touching my brother. ”

Thinking about this, the second pot of Ling rice was cooked.

This time, Wang Xia didn't even eat pickles, picked up the rice and frantically scolded.

The pound of rice cooked by half a catty of spiritual rice was quickly eaten up by him.

"Hiccup......

A total of two catties of rice went down, and the emperor finally had a full meal.

Two catties of rice, one catty of rice, he ate so much in one meal.

The growth of spiritual power is seven or eight times faster than before.

The Emperor was in pain and happy, and the happy thing was, of course, that his spiritual power had increased by leaps and bounds.

The reason for the pain is also very real.

"I'll go, this way of eating, three catties of rice a day. My twenty catties of spiritual rice can't last more than a week. ”

Wang Xia calculated an account and felt a strong pain in his flesh.

As he expected, on the seventh day of eating, there was not a single grain left in the bag of spiritual rice that he brought back from the recycling station.

At noon that day, Wang Xia cooked a pound of ordinary rice, filled his stomach, and his spiritual power increased to zero.

"From now on, I have to earn 90 catties of spiritual rice every month to maintain my cultivation?"

"90 catties of spiritual rice, that's two or three million, and I'm not surnamed Ma!"

Wang Xia calculated another account, and his heart was dripping blood.

In the past, he earned hundreds of thousands of dollars a month, thinking that he was very good.

After settling the account today, he suddenly felt that he was a younger brother.

Fortunately, after three years of smashing Lingmi, he finally got into the second realm and was able to receive a task with a more generous reward.

During this time, Wang Xia stayed at home, practiced in retreat, and mastered the second mantra of the Seven Killing Mantras.

Seven Killing Curses, a total of seven Killing Curses, each of which is legendary.

The first spell is called "True Word Mantra", which is very similar to the common "Words and Spirits Mantra", but the success rate is much higher, otherwise Wang Xia would not dare to shout out the big mantra-level "Pierce the heart, Lao Tie" when dealing with the female murderer.

The second spell is called the "Vajra Mantra", which can only be cast by the spirit hunters of the two realms, and has a wonderful effect.

Under the afternoon sun, Wang Xia went out, and it was time to earn rice.

As soon as he stepped out of the elevator, he rubbed his eyes and saw an incredible picture.