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Wan Qiang's system seems to be an immortal body in a mythical story, whenever he is severely injured, his recovery ability can be accelerated by one point, if the middle-aged little Jingken stops and looks at Wan Qiang carefully, he will find that Wan Qiang is now taller, from the original two meters to the current two meters and one zero, and he has grown ten centimeters taller.

Wan Qiang was sealed in the granary by the flames, thinking that he was completely planted today, this is where he was buried, and several tests of life and death made him less afraid of death.

The burning pain of the flame made him crazy, and his eyes swept hundreds of bags of grain, to these grains, Wan Qiang forgot the pain in his body, he had never eaten enough since he mutated, he had been struggling on the edge of hunger, others would starve to death if they didn't eat for a few days, and his body was skinny, Wan Qiang was different, no matter how hungry he was, he didn't lose flesh on his body.

Sometimes tormented by hunger, he wants to rush out to eat people, and every time he condenses Qingming in the process of mutation so that he does not take a back step.

To these grains, Wan Qiang felt a kind of happiness, dying in the grain depot, for a guy like him who struggled with hunger every day, it was really a kind of luck.

With the grain burning in the flames, Wan Qiang rushed into the grain pile and buried his body deep in it, and it was also a coincidence, the rice buried him like a grain of sand, isolating the air, he was not suffocated, but the flame on his body was extinguished first.

He didn't rejoice, he knew that he was still in the fire, and now that it was extinguished, it would still burn to him later, hiding in the grain, he opened his big mouth and swallowed the rice in his mouth, and it fell into his stomach without chewing, and when he swallowed the rice, he felt that his stomach, which had never functioned normally, was running at full speed.

No matter how much grain there is, it falls into the stomach and becomes sediment that falls into the sea, and it doesn't even bubble up, Wan Qiang swallowed the rice, and wondered, at his speed, he ate at least dozens or hundreds of catties of rice, why did he still feel the same as not eating anything?

There is no feeling in the stomach, the hot burns on the body seem to be much better, and the resistance to temperature has also improved, the high temperature outside bakes the rice pile like a sealed large tank for roasting white potatoes, and Wan Qiang, who is hiding inside, feels as if he is in a sauna under the high temperature baking, but fortunately, it is far from reaching the point where he can't stand it.

There was no danger to his life for the time being, Wan strengthened himself as a glutton, eating rice frantically, and when he arrived, his throat became an hourglass, his teeth lost function, and he was able to swallow countless rice into his stomach.

As the flames slowly burned to the inside of the grain, countless grains were burned into charcoal-like things by the flames, slowly scorching his skin, Wan Qiang didn't care whether he was suffering in the fire or not, he only cared about eating, no matter how much he ate, as long as he could still eat, he would keep eating.

The food was converted into energy in the stomach, repairing the wounds on his body, replenishing the energy he had lost when he had mutated before, and feeling that his body had changed drastically.

His skin was badly damaged by the burns he had received from the flames, and his skin was slowly recovering in the grain pile, in the charcoal-roasting bridles, and the scorching flames seemed to be no longer able to hurt him.

He kept going deeper, and found that he didn't need much air to survive, and he knew it when he was covered by a sack in a large pit. He kept going deeper until he got close to the ground, and when he got to the ground, he felt that the temperature of the ground was relatively not too high, and tried to pull it with his five fingers, and the ground that was as hard as iron and stone was pulled out of the gap by him.

Wan Qiang is not a stupid person, he found a chance to escape, while eating a large amount of rice, while digging the ground, in the end, he escaped, when he felt the pressure above his head slowly weakening, he drilled out of the ground, the flames in the warehouse were not as fierce as before, but the temperature was higher than before.

The ultra-high temperature was just as deadly to him compared to the flames burning on his body, one was to quickly burn him to ashes, the other was to slowly bake him, the time difference between the two was his lifesaver, he succeeded, the moment he stepped out of the door, he succeeded, he survived.

In the process of running, Wan Qiang felt a long-lost ease, after the mutation, his strength was strengthened, his body became stronger, but his reaction became sluggish, not to mention his speed, if he didn't walk faster than ordinary people, he might not be able to catch up with anyone.

At this time, when he took a big step, he found that he was no longer as stalemate as before, the long-lost lightness allowed him to accelerate from a sprint to a trot, the speed of the trot was twice as fast as his sprint, and one by one the desperate men who ran away were chased by him and torn in half, and after that, there was only one person left, middle-aged Xiaojing.

Middle-aged Xiaojing's mind only thinks about escaping, where to escape? He didn't know, he just wanted to escape, even if he breathed a little more air, his mind was empty, except for escaping, he didn't know what else he could do, what subordinates, what foundation, what Brother Yun, he forgot it all.

The crowd stood on the side of the road, looking at him in amazement, they knew this man who was overwhelmed, a leading figure, a man with some weight in the gathering place, what made him so afraid?

The crowd on the side of the road was automatically filtered by the middle-aged Xiaojing, he didn't care about any face, decent, his sight was only in front of him, and he ran a little farther before his physical strength was exhausted, that's all.

There was a slight tremor on the ground, and everyone who felt it for the first time only thought it was a hallucination produced by them, and after a short time, the vibration gradually increased, and when the bodies of the crowd also trembled with the vibration, it was as if a fast-moving wall flashed in front of them, and the shaking of the ground became a beating, and they could no longer stand. They all fell to the ground, smelling a burning protein on the tip of their noses, and a tall and muscular figure gradually faded away.

The middle-aged Xiaojing also felt the chaos behind him, he didn't dare to look back, just ran forward, and swept a group of people out of the corner of his eye, more than twenty people, half of them had rifles, and the other half were also holding various cold weapons, led by three men who only covered their lower bodies with rags, seemed to be looking for something.

The leader was recognized by him at a glance, it was the third force of the bear master, the bear master seemed to recognize him too, one eye flashed with a kind of surprise, as if wondering when this guy became a water dog?

"Knock knock knock・・・・・" A muffled sound came behind him, and the ground trembled with the muffled rhythm, and he finally couldn't help but look back, but the corner of Wan Qiang's eyes was not far from him.

Wan Qiang was surrounded by a blood-soaked coat around his abdomen, his body seemed to have a skin disease, one flower, one black, two big eyes opened again, and gray-red pupils flashed bloodthirsty.

"Help... Help・・・・・・・・・・

The middle-aged Xiaojing called for help to Xiong Ye, and the three men around Xiong Ye also pointed at Wan Qiang and said something to Xiong Ye, Xiong Ye frowned, and did not order rescue at the first time, as if he was waiting for something.

Wan Qiang finally rushed to the middle-aged Xiaojing's side, grabbed his neck, carried him like a puppet, picked him up, and threw him into the sky, the middle-aged Xiaojing howled loudly in the sky with his teeth and claws, and flew more than ten meters high.

"Hah!!"

When Wan Qiang fell to the position of the middle-aged Xiaojing to the chest, he swung his fist sideways and swung it violently, this punch carried the strength of his whole body, with all his anger, at the moment of swinging, he had never been agile, and his right fist actually swung out an afterimage.

"Touching the ・・・・・・・・・" A big living person who shouted loudly turned into a ball of flesh in the next second, and the middle-aged Xiaojing was completely blown up, his whole body was full of limbs, two arms, and two thighs separated from his body, floating around, white bone slag, red muscles, and blood droplets turned into blood flew down in all directions.

"Gurgling ・・・・・・・・・" The middle-aged Xiaojing's head fell to the ground and rolled against Xiong Ye's feet, the human head happened to be upright, staring at Xiong Ye's bright leather shoes, his mouth opened and closed, as if he wanted to say something on all sides, and after a while, the look in his eyes was gloomy.

Wan Qiang punched the middle-aged Xiaojing, panted slightly, wiped off the blood, water and flesh residue on his body casually, and reflexively wanted to leave.

"Stand ・・・・・"