Chapter 209: The Thunder of the Clay Cauldron

The wisps of light that came through the cracks in the tiles made Xi Gu instantly understand his situation at this time.

The intense pain transmitted through the nerves to the sensory center also told him that he should take appropriate measures at this moment.

The ability of "data dominance" shows the body information that can be ingested at the moment:

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Xigu.

Core Talent: Growth (...... οΌ‰

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Physical condition: Half-cooked

Life Remaining Duration: 3 minutes and 21 seconds

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"Half-cooked state...... It's so fresh......"

Xi Gu thought for a moment whether to give up this body, withdraw his consciousness from it, attach it to the essence, and then find another place.

But immediately, he sensed that the little consciousness that was left had been deeply integrated into the spiritual thinking of the remnants of this body, and it had been deeply labeled as belonging to the "original owner" in front of this universe.

And if you want to restart the journey within this universe, you have to wait for this essence to float into the void outside this world, and reach a position that is incomparably close to the boundary membrane, before you can re-launch the consciousness that belongs to the essence.

…… Such a set of processes is really too troublesome.

Xi Gu gave up the idea of being "reincarnated" again.

"The initial waste is waste...... Anyway, there is talent, it doesn't matter. ”

Thinking so.

Xi Gu reined in his sense of pain, and the nerve tissue that had not yet been completely disconnected controlled the muscles that could still be used to break free from the ropes that bound his body.

With both hands up, the top of the urn was covered with a plank.

But it doesn't matter.

The cracks in the body of the water urn had already shown Xi Gu its vulnerability.

Soβ€”

The remaining musculature tenses for a moment.

The sense of pain is expelled, and the nerves that connect the bones begin to function.

And thenβ€”

Forward elbow strike.

"Bang!"

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"Li Yanzi, Yanzi ......"

The gray-haired, withered, ragged old man sat in a daze in the open space about a few feet away from the water urn, he looked at the water urn that was resting on the firewood, his face appeared a demented expression like crying and laughing, and a few scattered water stains appeared in the corners of his eyes.

"Hey, old man...... Are you still reading? ”

A man whose eye sockets were sunken deeply, but whose cheeks were slightly plump, and who looked like a homeless person, walked up to him and dotted his face with a wooden strip sharpened at the top, although he poked out small dots, but there were not many blood marks oozing, only grayish marks.

The homeless man poked him and said with a hippie smile:

- What are you pretending to cry at this time? Didn't you just scare yourself stupidly and let us take that little grandson away? We asked the kid before we bled out, you are his neighbor, you have no blood relationship, what are you pretending to be?

β€œβ€¦β€¦ In this world, either we eat people, or others eat us, that kid's parents have long since died, and the more he lives in this world, the more painful he becomes, it is better to use it to fill our stomachs, and he can also make first-class merits, maybe he can be reincarnated into a good family in the next life! ”

"Yes, old manβ€”you're so tight, and you don't have any flesh. Anyway, that kid's meat won't be eaten for a day or two, and I can share a shoulder or ass with you later! ”

Another homeless man who was watching the fire next to the urn heard the laughter and turned his head and smiled at the old man and the man.

"Hahaha......"

Amid the vulture-like shrill laughter of the homeless people, the old man's eyes slowly filled with tears:

"Li Yanzi...... Yo ...... I'm sorry for you...... I'm sorry mom and dad!

"What kind of world is this...... What is the way of the world...... Oh, my God! ”

"What a funeral!"

The expression of the homeless man holding the wooden stick suddenly changed, and he became fierce, as if he was about to poke the wooden stick into the old man's eyes, and the old man suddenly stopped crying, and lay back on his back with "ahhhhhh

The homeless man was obviously impatient, and seemed to be trying to poke the wooden stick into his head with all his might, but a voice from his companions behind him stopped him:

"I just heard some movement in the urn...... Could it be that the boy is already ripe? ”

"Cooked, really? It's true? ”

The homeless hurriedly put away the sticks and ran to the water urn, which was also next to the last of the homeless companions.

And the last outcast, who seems to be much more stable than the other two. His face was yellow, his expression was indifferent, and his eyes were like glass beads that had lost their luster.

The homeless man had been sitting cross-legged next to the urn to watch the situation, and he also had a bloodstained and rusty steel knife across his knee.

It seemed that the knife had cut the neck of the boy who was boiling in the urn.

β€œβ€¦β€¦ You can look at the situation. ”

The last outcast grunted and got up from the ground, his steel knife in his hand. The two homeless people in front of him did not suspect him, rubbed their hands together and walked towards the water urn, and kept communicating:

"This kid has been hungry for so many days, and he can release a lot of blood, this meat should be very fragrant......"

"I guess it's much better than the family of three we ate half a month ago......"

"I heard that he Lao Tzu is a scholar, he has read for a few years, and he can read and write his own name, this kind of person, the flesh is very tender when he thinks about it, and he doesn't bounce his teeth......"

Just as the two of them were giggling and walking to the water urn completely relaxed, untying the straw rope on it and untying the lid.

- "Bang! ”

The urn cracked, and the water splashed!

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The elbow exerted force along the cracks of the tile, using the movement of the body tissues that had not yet been fully baked, summoning the little strength left, and accurately hitting the fragile joints between the cracks.

In an instant, there was a "bang", and the hot tiles splashed outward, followed by a series of splashes.

"Ahh

"Ahh

The two terrible cries rang out almost at the same time, and the memories of the original owner suggested that they were the most familiar and terrifying sounds he had ever heard before he died.

But Xi Gu didn't care, but called the data interface of "data master" at the first time.

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Remaining Life Duration: 20 minutes and 21 seconds

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"Is it because most of the body is still submerged in boiling water? But the lower body is basically ripe, and it will take time for the completely dead somatic cells to repair and renew themselves...... After all, my current physical state is a tabula rasa, and it is still the initial state of the initial state of the 'growth' talent. ”

Thinking like this, Xi Gu supported the remaining section of the water urn with both hands, supporting himself and falling to the ground outside, but the two legs had been thoroughly roasted, and there was no place to focus, so he folded softly on the ground in an instant.

(End of chapter)