Lin Qianmo's eyes were slightly excited, far from the goal he wanted to achieve, the power of the pure flesh body was 70,000 catties, and there was only less than 10,000 strength.

"Sure enough, the more you cultivate, the greater the demand for resources, obviously you have Yingwu, but you still consume nine bottles of blood tonifying pills, and only then will the fourteen phases of the "Daming King Divine Power" be promoted to Dacheng, and then go up, and the resources consumed will ......."

"However, according to this promotion progress, it is estimated that in another month or so, I will be able to take over the task of changing the fate of known characters, grandma, dad, I will definitely not let you have anything to do."

There was a knock at the door.

"Mo'er, it's not early, it's time for you to get up and go to school."

It was Wu Xiuhua's voice.

"I see, Grandma, get up."

Lin Qianmo responded.

"Hmm."

The footsteps were far away.

Lin Qianmo lightly tapped the little gray round forehead: "You just stay at home, I'll go to school and come back at night." ”

"Wangwang."

The little gray gray screamed twice without raising his head, which was regarded as a response.

The first two days were weekends, and he didn't go to school, but now that "The Divine Power of King Daming" has been completed, he needs to start practicing the mantra of fighting words, so he naturally has to return home at night.

"The days of going back and forth between home and school are estimated to last a long time."

Lin Qianmo shook his shoulders, the Douzi Mantra belonged to the level of the Holy Law, and the stronger his cultivation, the greater the promotion for him. This level of exercise is not something that can be thoroughly understood overnight.

He got up, put on his shoes, and opened the door to go to the bathroom to wash up.

"During the day today, go to school to review the martial arts you learned before, so as not to be rusty."

Lin Qianmo made a decision, said goodbye to his family, and rushed to school.

The weather in summer is often cloudy and sunny, the sun is still high in the morning, and the clouds are covered in the afternoon, the sky is mostly covered, the weather is dull and scary, and it is difficult to continue to chirp even if you know it.

This sweltering heat lasts until dusk.

The first drops of rain finally fell from the sky and hit the ground, but they were quickly dried by the heat.

Immediately after that, another drop of rain, two drops of rain...... Dense raindrops, falling from the sky continuously, forming a rain curtain.

The weather is finally getting a little cooler.

Lin Qianmo turned a deaf ear to the sound of rain outside the house, he was in the practice room, standing with a sword, and using "Sword God Smile" to confirm the shortcomings of "Dugu Nine Swords".

He found that "Dugu Nine Swords" does have some drawbacks, the enemy's first opportunity is to predict the enemy's movements, so as to take the initiative, before the enemy has not made a move, he will seal the follow-up moves, if the enemy's moves are traceless, or contrary to common sense, or beyond the power of low-martial moves, such as fast to an extreme, "Dugu Nine Swords" will be unbreakable.

"However, this kind of sword theory is still worth absorbing, as long as it is used properly, it is still very useful."

It wasn't until eight o'clock in the evening that Lin Qianmo withdrew from his cultivation state.

The weather was much cooler, and the rain was still falling.

Dark clouds obscured the sky, making the night look extra dark.

"It's so happy in this rain, I'm afraid it will take a while to go back."

……

Half past ten in the evening.

Wushi Development Zone, Metro Line 6, Checheng Company Terminal, which is located in the suburbs, is still a long drive from the city center.

The rain was particularly heavy here, and the terrain outside the subway station was low, and the water was flowing like a stream.

Yang Chen dragged his tired body out of the company and rushed to the entrance of the subway station, the rain rolled down the ends of his hair and fell on his cheeks, and even his glasses were covered with a thick layer of moisture.

"Damn, I'm working overtime every day, and it's getting later and later every day, the big city is really not so easy to treat!"

Yang Chen complained helplessly.

But that's all I can do is complain.

Life has to go on, work has to go on, and what awaits him tomorrow will be overtime.

Sighing, Yang Chen stepped onto the long elevator, he took out a tissue from his bag, wiped the moisture off his glasses, took out his mobile phone, and walked forward while swiping the circle of friends.

He happened to forget to bring his bus card today, but fortunately, at this point, there are few people in the subway station, except for the staff, there is almost no one, which avoids the pain of waiting in line.

Yang Chen breathed a sigh of relief, he was a little irritable when he was working overtime and getting rainy, if he waited in line again, it would be a beep dog.

He quickly bought the pass and went downstairs to wait for the last train.

After a while, the bell rang, and the last subway arrived as scheduled.

No one competed with him for a seat, and even the entire carriage was empty.

The door of the carriage opened, and Yang Chen stepped into the penultimate carriage, sat on the chair, and let out a comfortable sigh.

The house he rented was close to the subway, eight stops away from the company's station, and it would take half an hour to go back.

For half an hour, he spent his time reading e-books.

Yang Chen likes to watch horror recently, because this kind of is very emotional, it makes people's hearts furious, but he can't help but look down with curiosity, fully grasping the psychology of human death.

I don't know how long he watched it.

Suddenly, knock, knock.

An inexplicable crashing sound was heard.

The crashing sound was weird, like someone was banging on the door outside the subway, and it looked like someone was standing inside the car and slapping the wall.

Yang Chen raised his head and looked around, the surroundings were empty, and there was no one in the carriage in front and behind except him.

He frowned suspiciously, could it be that I was too stressed and had auditory hallucinations?

Shook his head.

Yang Chen continued to look down.

Knock, knock!

The sound of the crash sounded again, this time very clearly, and listening to its direction, it was in a section of the carriage behind.

"Did someone get on the bus and walk to that section of the car?"

Yang Chen stood up and looked sideways at the next section of the carriage, he hated this kind of noise when he was reading, he wanted to see who was so boring.

But this look made his body freeze directly in place.

The lights in that section of the carriage were bright, not to mention people, not even a mosquito could be seen.

Where does the knock sound come from?

Yang Chen licked his lips, and he suddenly felt that his mouth was dry.

Knock, knock!

The sound of the crash sounded rhythmically again, a few minutes closer to his carriage.

Yang Chen's eyes widened subconsciously, his body stiffened a little, and he suddenly remembered a sentence in the recent plot.

Don't sit on the back of the last train, because it's not just people who get on the bus, but there are also things you can't see and can't tell!

"Am I supposed to be ......"

Knock, knock.

The sound of the impact was unhurried, and it was very rhythmically beating on his heart, as if something was approaching him step by step.

Yang Chen's expression changed greatly, cold sweat was pouring down, his face was bloodless, and the light above his head couldn't give him the slightest sense of security.

Run!

You can't sit still.

The thought came to his mind.

(PS: One chapter today, another chapter, I'll find time to make it up this week, I'm too tired to write, forgive me, good night.) ）