In the past four or five hours, Zhao Qingfeng taught Wang Shanjun how to stand on the horse, how to stand on the pile, and a few emergency killing moves. Maybe it's because of the changes in his body because of the bloodline exercises, or maybe it's because his comprehension of martial arts is extremely high, Wang Shanjun learns very fast, and he can often draw inferences about all kinds of key points in martial arts.

Zhao Qingfeng praised Wang Shanjun's excellent performance, and exclaimed: "Very good, I didn't expect you to step into the threshold of martial arts in just four or five hours, I don't think it will take you a few days to enter the hall." ”

And Wang Shanjun also felt that after these four or five hours of training, his control over his own strength had been significantly strengthened.

Zhao Qingfeng looked at his watch and said, "He Ming went crazy several times, with an interval of six hours, and it was almost time to go crazy." ”

Wang Shanjun said: "He Ming's state at this time is called the ancestral phase in the bloodline exercises, and there is no need to cultivate the bloodline exercises, as long as you absorb enough bloodline power, you can achieve it. At this time, the interval between madness is usually about 6 hours, and if you want to reach the atavistic realm, you must cultivate the bloodline exercises. At that time, the interval between the madness will be more than 12 hours, which is more manageable. ”

"That's why you leave the factory every night. Zhao Qingfeng suddenly realized and looked at Wang Shanjun gratefully. Because through today's training, he really felt Wang Shanjun's horror, and if he went crazy, everyone in the factory would not be spared.

"I just want to have a home in the apocalypse. ”

The two fell silent for a moment, then discussed what to do next.

"Starting tomorrow, we must organize workers to study the "New Five Fowl Opera". Zhao Qingfeng thought of the bloodline exercises.

"Although it is not humane, we still have to make enough restrictive tools, and in the future, more and more people will be infected with the virus, and until they have a stable time to go berserk, they can only use coercive means. Wang Shanjun, on the other hand, is more worried about the harmfulness of the God-given virus.

After some discussion, Wang Shanjun said goodbye to Zhao Qingfeng and went to He Ming to fulfill his promise.

As soon as He Ming saw Wang Shanjun, his originally anxious and frightened expression was immediately overjoyed, and he shouted, "Brother Wang, you are finally here." ”

Wang Shanjun removed the restraints on his body one by one, patted the dirt on his body, and said, "Come with me." ”

"Brother Wang, I, I'll come by myself. "He Ming has always been afraid of Wang Shanjun since he witnessed Wang Shanjun defeat more than 20 wild boars alone.

"Where are we going?"

"I went outside the factory, but I hunted monsters. ”

"What, go out, but there are so many monsters outside, I..." He Ming retreated in fear, but was grabbed by Wang Shanjun.

"Do you still want to experience what it's like to be worse off than dead?"

"I don't want to, I don't want to die... "When I think of the virus attack, the pain that penetrates deep into the bone marrow, the pain is so painful that I want to eat myself. He Ming shuddered, cold sweat covered his body, and his face was pale and bloodless. But when he thought of the world outside the factory, he was timid again.

"Don't worry, I'll bring you back safely. Wang Shanjun patted him on the shoulder and said, "Moreover, you have no way out, and if you want to live, you can only keep getting stronger." ”

He Ming didn't answer, just silently followed Wang Shanjun out of the factory and into the wilderness.

Before going to the zoo last night, Wang Shanjun cleared the monsters and zombies around the factory. So the two of them walked all the way north, in the direction of the city. From time to time, some demon flow dogs jumped out on the road, and Wang Shanjun just subdued them and tied them together.

On the way, Wang Shanjun taught He Ming "New Five Fowl Opera", but his understanding was really worrying, and he barely made the movements standard for half an hour.

"You are really..." Wang Shanjun was also speechless at this, and the idea of training him to be Zhao Qingfeng's helper was gone.

He Ming wanted to distinguish something, but his mind was suddenly full of tyrannical, killing, and devouring thoughts, and he hurriedly shouted: "It's going to happen." Then he lost his mind.

Facing He Ming, who pounced on him, Wang Shanjun threw the monster bundled together at him, and he subconsciously devoured it. These monsters obviously couldn't satisfy He Ming, who had already appeared as an ancestor, and roared again and rushed towards Wang Shanjun.

Wang Shanjun lightly jumped away from He Ming's attack, and then led him to run to a place where there were many monsters, and then turned back from time to time to help him defeat the monsters he encountered and absorb the power of blood.

Wang Shanjun was like grazing, guiding He Ming to hunt and absorb enough bloodline power. And the crazy He Ming greedily plundered the power of the bloodline under the care of Wang Shanjun.

After a while, He Ming came to his senses, looked at the blood on his body, and couldn't speak for a while.

Taking advantage of He Ming's fight, Wang Shanjun caught several more monsters. At this time, he took He Ming to the river and asked him to clean the blood stains on his body, and then took him back, and continued to teach him "New Five Fowl Opera" on the way.

After returning to the factory, He Ming was once again locked by heavy chains, and Wang Shanjun, who looked at him, said, "How long will I have to do this." Wang Shanjun looked at his gloomy face and comforted: "Soon." ”

After settling He Ming, Wang Shanjun went to find the zebra. found that Zhao Zhen was looking at the zebra from the side, and his face was eager to try.

"Why, do you want to ride a horse. ”

Zhao Zhen jumped up and looked at Wang Shanjun angrily, obviously unhappy that he was approached by Wang Shanjun without noticing.

"Not interested. Zhao Zhen's face darkened, and he turned his head and left.

"Hahaha, just say if you want to learn. Wang Shanjun smiled unscrupulously.

Seeing Wang Shanjun coming, the zebra was restless and kept struggling.

Wang Shanjun didn't care about it, untied its chains, and led it straight out of the factory. The trip just now was to let He Ming plunder the power of the bloodline and cultivate a human master. And this time it was to raise this zebra, and in the end, it was also for a future human master.

The whole process was not much different from He Ming's time, and it took an hour to go back and forth.

Wang Shanjun returned to his hut, flipped through his notes again, and finally found Jiang Fei's name. After reading Jiang Fei's story, he sighed and said to himself: "It turned out to be him, I should have given him more help if I knew it." Butcher, when I settle down the factory, I'll go to you. ”

After practicing the "Demon Suppression Spell", Wang Shanjun fell asleep and woke up at nine o'clock in the evening.

Wang Shanjun came to the river again, but this time he did not choose to simply and violently drift, and walked along the river for a while, and finally found a small sampan.

Sitting on the boat, Wang Shanjun pondered the martial arts he learned from Zhao Qingfeng today, and quietly waited for the outbreak of the God-given virus. Let the boat drift down the river.