Ordinary blood supplementation only repairs physical injuries, and it also replenishes the spiritual soul, just because the blood itself is the essence, but it is extremely limited, almost better than nothing.

In the past, the spiritual consumption is more needed, and what is needed is rest and recovery, and the rest of the soul does not refer to the body.

He pondered, since his soul power was already strong enough to derive perception, and within this perception range, it had an increase in the dispelment of strange female ghosts, could he mobilize this perception and attach it directly to his fist?

The kimono female ghost also seemed to notice that something was wrong at this time, and Wu Heng's punch and slap made her feel dangerous.

The female ghost actually let go of the ghost hand that was holding Wu Heng's neck, and scratched Wu Heng's chest with her black bloodstained nails.

The screeching sound of the guest and guest came out, some like the sound of a knife cutting the skin of a cow's tendon.

The hand of this kimono female ghost can directly penetrate the clothes, and the cloth armor worn under Wu Heng's casual clothes can resist a shotgun at close range, but it can't resist her ghost hand, and wisps of blood are scratched on her chest.

But the blood will heal in an instant, and the blood in the chest life box is constantly supplying the heart to keep the body recovering.

The female ghost couldn't break through his epidermal defenses at all.

Wu Heng simply didn't bother to pay attention to her, and stood in place to concentrate, trying to drive the perception of a foot around him and control them.

With the superposition of thinking and spirit, the perception like an upside-down golden bell slowly underwent a change in form.

The golden bell formed by the perception is gradually withdrawn from the feet, and the upper body is retracted, and the perception of the upper body gradually becomes more delicate.

Perception is like a short coat vest at this time. Wu Heng did not stop, continued to contract, and controlled it to spread towards his right arm.

The short coat formed by the perception changed again, and slowly surged towards the right arm like gelatin, slowly covering the fist, and enveloping the right arm.

Ordinary people may not be able to see it, but in Wu Heng's perspective, the compressed perception is glowing with streamers clinging to his right arm.

His right arm would look like an illusory mecha arm similar to Iron Man's right arm, and it would look like the airflow layer covered by the anime after launching the move.

At this time, the perception is no longer a vague range shroud, and it is combined with the fist, and the fist can launch an impact of the killing technique.

"This punch, I want you to be wiped out!"

Wu Heng swung out a punch, breaking up the air current, and with a whistling sound, it smashed the female ghost's pale and resentful face.

Burst!

It's like when you smoke a cigarette, you flick off the touch of cigarette ash.

The kimono female ghost turned into a black mist, which seemed to have mass and was scattered on the ground.

The black mist gathered with difficulty, drifting towards the side of the road, revealing half of the legs and half of the head, but it dissipated into black mist in an instant.

"Come when you want, leave when you want!"

Wu Heng rushed like a tiger, flashed from the black shadow, his right fist completely extinguished the black fog, and everything returned to calm.

He felt it, and these two punches were very mentally draining on him.

With his current mental strength, he can throw hundreds of punches in a row at best, and then he needs to rest for a day to get back to full strength.

Wu Heng decided to call this compressed perception power the power of touch.

As the name suggests, he can access the power of the spirit, but this power is still very weak, just like the qi and blood oven in the previous life novel can dispel ordinary evils, he still needs to attack in order to disperse these ordinary ghosts.

At the night market on Black Pine Street, rows of stalls are brightly lit and the air is filled with the smell of snacks, as people weave from stall to stall, smiling and saluting, and children chasing and playing.

"Aligado, welcome next time!"

Behind a snack stall with tempura and takoyaki, a delicate girl in an apron bends down to see the guests off.

Wu Heng wore a brand-new black windbreaker, holding a box of tempura in his left hand, and a bag of takoyaki under his index finger, and continued to shop while eating.

He still likes trench coats, with big pockets and enough things to hide, and chic enough.

It looks like a prosperous night market full of laughter and laughter.

Wu Heng could feel that there was a numbness and dead silence in the air, far beyond ordinary people's observation, so that he could see the paranoid madness hidden under the smirking faces of these people.

Wu Heng only sighed that these people in the island country who have survived until now are really lucky, and this time the plot world is obviously full of all kinds of weird things.

He walked from the street to the end of the street, and had already found three people who were obviously abnormal, short of breath, and who had suffered a curse and did not live long, but he had no idea of caring about it.

None of this has anything to do with him, just don't pester him.

After eating what should have been eaten and shopping, Wu Heng decided to stay away from this snack street, walked along the street for 5 minutes again, and aimed at a hotel called Moriya Honkan.

"Mr. Echizen, accommodation is 2,300 yen, deposit is 2,000, and I will find you 700 yen."

"This is your My Number Card and Room Key, please keep it and come with me."

The long, thin-faced landlady in his 40s, wearing a gray shirt, handed three coins and two cards to Wu Heng, and then turned around to lead the way.

The My Number Card is his ID card, and the name on it is: Koichiro Echizen.

Wu Heng took it and glanced at the room card: 'Room 203 of the Shouya Main Building'.

Put it in the pocket of a trench coat and follow the middle-aged man up the stairs along the narrow passage less than a meter wide in the middle of the inner walls on both sides.

"Mr. Tanimoto, who was 203 yesterday, left in a hurry without even returning the deposit, and he just happened to be vacant today."

"Mr. Tanimoto is also a long-term customer, I will return it to him next time we meet, we are doing business to be honest."

"Mr. Echizen, this way, please!"

The middle-aged landlord casually gossiped and walked up to the second floor, then half-bent down and pointed to the left respectfully as an invitation.

Wu Heng nodded and walked forward.

"How is this, how is this, yes, this is neat, it's good!"

When he passed by the door of 202, a middle-sized young man was squatting in front of the shoe cabinet, muttering while neatly placing the clogs on the shoe cabinet side by side, and only then did he breathe a sigh of relief.

"Mr. Toyoda, you're packing up your shoes, it's really rigorous!" The host said hello.

"Hi, Mr. Landlord..." Toyota just looked up and stopped in response, the smile on his face disappeared, and he got up seriously and walked to the landlord.

"It's aligned like this, it's okay, why doesn't the landlord pay attention to neatness."

Toyota reached out and pulled the curled collar of the landlord's shirt along the collar, smoothing it out and making both collars neat and tidy, before he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Hey! I'm really sorry Mr. Toyota, but next time I'll be sure to pay attention to cleanliness. ”

The landlord bowed deeply and apologized.

"Then please." Toyota bent down in response, then ran to move the shoe rack and align its edges with the thread in the seams of the plank wall before smiling with satisfaction.

Wu Heng could feel that this was just a normal person who was a little paranoid, so he didn't care, and followed him to room 203.

"Naa, why did you stain the floor again?"

Toyota waited until the two walked over, saw the footprints of Wu Heng's shoes, and quickly picked up the mop to clean it up.

The dark red bedroom door opens to reveal a pale yellow wooden three-story compartment that divides the bedroom into three sections from the inside out.

The innermost room is a tatami mat bedroom, and the outermost one is equipped with household kitchenware.