In the early morning, yin and yang alternate, and everything is renewed.

The thick fog that filled the village receded with the satisfaction of the night's harvest, leaving a thousand holes waiting for the first to scream.

Burst!

Still dimly lit in the room.

Foul-smelling black blood erupted from the pores of the back and onto the windows, corroding into holes.

Standing on the stump and visualizing a strong brute bear, Jiang Wuye, who was running qi and blood over and over again to heal his wounds, had a hideous expression, and spat out a scorching air stream from his mouth and nose, as if he was suffering great pain.

"Whew...... Miscellaneous, if you die, you still put Lao Tzu together!"

When I opened my eyes, I was covered in blood.

Jiang Wuye wiped the fine beads of sweat on his forehead, and noticed that there were still many nail-like and dotted cold forces in his body, and even on his bones, he wanted to break the scarecrow into pieces.

Last night, he only thought that it was the remnants of the yin qi that inevitably came into contact in the hand, and it would soon be wiped out by the masculine blood, so he didn't pay much attention to it.

Coupled with the exhaustion of his body and excessive consumption of qi and blood, he fell asleep on the bed when he got home.

But he never thought that these cold energy damages were silent, and they quietly invaded the inside of the body, expanding and multiplying.

Jiang Wuye, who woke up, immediately carried the qi and blood to wear out the yin qi, but he never thought that every time the qi and blood ran to the place where the yin qi took root, there would be the pain of ten thousand ants devouring the bones, which was more torturous than the old rheumatism.

After careful inspection, he found that the Yin Qi energy had invaded the bone marrow at some point, and if it was any longer, I am afraid that his whole body would be corroded by the Yin Qi.

"No, it's too slow. It can't even keep up with the speed at which the yin qi spreads. ”

He carried the qi and blood again, burning the whole body, only expelling a small amount of yin qi, and soon it was replenished by the new yin qi.

Jiang Wuye's brows furrowed, and he stopped his movements and summoned the Final Modifier.

"Finally!"

A familiar virtual panel emerges:

Jiang Wuye——

Exercise: The second layer of the Mighty Bear Gong (can be improved)

The first layer of the iron cloth shirt is black and iron (can be raised)

Positive energy: 16

The remaining four o'clock of the day, plus the twelve o'clock of last night's harvest, was exactly sixteen o'clock.

What kind of martial arts should I improve?

Looking at the upliftable prompts behind the two martial arts, Jiang Wuye was a little undecided for a while.

The third layer of the Mighty Bear Gong.

The strength is nearly 10,000 catties, and the total amount and quality of qi and blood have also been greatly improved.

More importantly, it can evolve the will of the brute bear, suppress the soul and break the yin, and it is natural to know the yin qi in the body at one time.

The second layer of the iron cloth shirt is a bronze body: strengthen the internal organs and bones, remove internal injuries, strengthen self-healing, and increase physical strength......

All kinds of functions do not lose, and even surpass the vigorous bear power.

Case......

Jiang Wuye pondered for a while, looked at the wounds around him that were slowly healing, and suddenly made a decision in his heart.

It's still the same sentence: only when you are alive can you have output!

"Iron Cloth Shirt, Ascension!"

As soon as the thought moved, the positive energy suddenly decreased, turning into a warm current pouring into Jiang Wuye's body.

Qiang Qiang Qiang –

In the darkness, if a blacksmith is wielding a sledgehammer to forge divine weapons, sparks are splashing everywhere, and the sound of Jin Ge's iron horse-like collision is endless.

Breakdown, reorganize, decompose, reorganize!

In more than ten minutes, the inhuman exercise that ordinary people would die for a lifetime, Jiang Wuye repeated it no less than a hundred times.

Until—

Buzz!

There were no more sparks in the darkness, a pair of red eyes slowly opened, and the internal organs in the body buzzed and vibrate, like a war machine was being revived!

Whoa......

The invisible coercion was released, the dust on the ground spread in a circle, and the mosquito nets and window paper rattled.

Zizizi......

In the body, there is a sound of liquid evaporating rapidly, turning into puffs of black smoke, which erupts from the pores, and in less than a minute, it is completely discharged!

Call......

A breath erupted, and the wooden wall a few meters away seemed to be burned by fire, and in a few blinks of an eye, it was scorched black.

Look down and spread your hands.

The skin is no longer black and shiny iron, but instead dark red copper, smooth as a mirror, revealing a thick and indestructible feeling.

Wounds left by the battle with the Scarecrow. After a few breaths, the bleeding and scabbing stopped, and with a slight shock, the blood scab fell off, and the skin did not even leave a scar.

"Finally!"

While feeling the changes in his body, Jiang Wuye summoned the Final Modifier.

Jiang Wuye——

Martial Arts: Mighty Bear Skill Level 2 (not upliftable)

The second layer of iron cloth shirt, red bronze body (not upliftable)

Positive energy: four.

Twelve points of positive energy pushed the red bronze body to the second layer, and Jiang Wuye was not much surprised.

Martial arts is easy at the beginning, difficult in the middle, and more difficult in the future!

Even with the cheating device of the Ultimate Modifier, Jiang Wuye never thought too much about this kind of good thing, no matter what martial arts or level, there would be a few points of positive energy to fill this kind of good thing.

After all, compared to those warriors who hit their heads and bled in the difficult era of martial arts, they are still tenaciously groping.

He was too lucky.

Bang Bang Bang –

Outside the courtyard, there was a sudden sound of violent and dense footsteps, accompanied by the loud shouts of ignorant children:

"Dead man! Dead man again!!"

The adult's angry scolding voice then sounded: "Go back, I see you foolish again, and the rattan will be broken for you!"

......

"Nightless Boy?

Then, with a nervous cry.

"Up, what's the matter?!"

In the room, Jiang Wuye responded in a misty tone.

This kind of room is not soundproof, enough for people outside to hear clearly.

"Whew, scare me to death...... Hurry up to the ancestral hall, alas, the evil ......"

The sound of sighing and sighing is far away.

In the room, Jiang Wuye's face was indifferent, without sadness or joy.

Or rather, already numb.

After washing, Jiang Wuye changed into loose clothes to cover his burly body, wore a felt hat on his head, and pedaled animal skin boots, wrapped himself tightly, and then put his hands in his sleeves and went out.

"On this day...... It's getting colder and colder. ”

Stopping in the courtyard, Jiang Wuye looked at the old peach trees that were full of crystal clear ice picks of different lengths, and a mouthful of hot air spewed out, like smoke and mist.

......

The ancestral hall of Qinghe Village is not much exquisite.

Blue bricks and black tiles, one in and one out, the area is not large, at a glance, I just thought it was an ordinary courtyard.

The ancestral hall here is not like in the previous life, it is exclusive to a certain surname, and others are not allowed to enter easily.

On the contrary, the ancestral hall of Qinghe Village, after the people who have been highly respected and have made significant contributions to the village in the past dynasties, can enjoy the incense of their descendants in the ancestral hall.

As for weekdays, it is mostly used for deliberations.

When Jiang Wuye arrived, the courtyard was already crowded with people, and at a glance, the rising white air, the crowded heads, and ......

In the open space in the center of the compound, more than a dozen corpses were lying silently on straw mats in different forms.

Jiang Wuye glanced at it, and his expression suddenly changed.

Joy, anger, sorrow, thought, sadness, fear, surprise!

More than a dozen corpses, the ultimate seven human emotions are vividly written on their faces.

It's not hard to imagine what they went through before they died.

Inexplicably, Jiang Wuye thought of Zhang Caihe's family last night.

The scarecrow can clearly take the lives of the mother and son without much effort, but he has to do everything possible to create the illusion of family reunion, so that the mother and son can die in the illusion of happiness and joy.

Seven Emotions ...... What the hell does that fox want to do?

For a while, Jiang Wuye's thoughts fluctuated, and various possible speculations in his heart surfaced, which were finally dispelled.

"Caihe's family doesn't know what sin they have done, the house is burning, and the mother and daughter can't even find the ashes, it's really ...... Alas. ”

"Hehe, according to this posture, God didn't give him a way to live at all, I guess I guess, let's ...... soon"

"You rotten mouth, you're squirting feces early in the morning, don't talk if you can't speak!"

......

The villagers' whispering interrupted Jiang Wuye's thoughts.

Retracting his gaze, Jiang Wuye shrank behind the crowd, trying not to make contact with people he was familiar with on weekdays, and did not make a sound, quietly watching the progress of the situation.

If he comes forward to say something, the villagers will not believe it or not.

With his current appearance, it was difficult for him to explain clearly.

"What about Yousheng? Such a big thing, how can he be the village chief, and he hasn't come so late?!"

The old but angry voice stopped the villagers from becoming more and more sad and desolate the more they talked, and they were about to cry if they didn't agree.

When the crowd parted, they saw a few gray-haired, energetic, and old men with crutches walking out of the ancestral hall.

This is the highest ranking in the village, and the virtue is also recognized, and they speak with great weight on weekdays.

"Old ...... Chen"

A thin man scratched his head, walked out with a bitter melon on his face, and replied with a dodgy look: "When I went to the village chief's house, the gate was closed, and no one answered for a long time. I thought something was wrong and climbed over the wall to get in...... It took a while to confirm that the village chief seemed to ...... It seems to be gone......"

It's gone?

After the crowd, Jiang Wuye heard the sound and narrowed his eyes.

The village chief is alone, and it is reasonable to say that he is afraid to run away overnight.

But what is the situation outside the village?

Jiang Wuye doesn't have the confidence to break through anymore now, can ordinary people run?

Combined with the previous abnormalities, Jiang Wuye, who was only a little skeptical at first, was already seven or eight points sure in his heart at this moment.

It's just that the village chief is just a native mortal, so why did the fox fairy choose him?