piratefiction Chapter 63 3 Skill Points
Chapter 63 3 Skill Points
Fang Shuwen shook the blood off his fist and looked at the collapsed earthen wall.
Beneath the broken bricks and rubble, the dog demon was still alive.
"Heh...heh..."
The dog demon's howl came from the pile of rubble, muffled and hoarse, like a broken bellows leaking air.
He was severely injured with a single blow.
This dog demon seems rather weak?
Fang Shuwen had some doubts, but still carefully walked over.
The dog demon had half its body buried in the broken bricks, and its left forelimb was completely useless, hanging limply.
Bone fragments pierced the skin and protruded, spilling foul-smelling, dark red blood all over the ground.
The fierce glint in its one normal eye had dissipated.
All that remained was fear, despair, and doubt.
"I made this soup... and you didn't even drink it... so why did you attack me...?"
Fang Shuwen looked at it without saying a word.
This thing just said it needed a new skin, and now it's saying this to it?
Are you sure there's nothing wrong with your brain?
"It won't hurt... As long as you drink the soup, it really won't hurt. I've had it done so many times, and it never hurts..."
As it spoke, a grin spread across its face again.
Fang Shuwen was too lazy to waste any more words. He clenched his right fist, and his knuckles cracked with a muffled sound.
Mountain-crushing force.
He didn't hold back with that punch.
The fist slammed into the dog demon's head.
With a loud bang.
Bones shattered, and black and red blood splattered everywhere.
The dog demon's body twitched twice, then remained completely still.
[Slay the Alien Species - Skinless Dog Demon]
[Absorb alien energy, gain 30 skill points]
The moment the light screen popped up, Fang Shuwen felt a chill surge from the dog demon's corpse, creeping up his arm.
It wasn't the icy, bone-chilling feeling from before, but a gentler, flowing energy, like a stream.
The skill points jumped from 17 to 47.
Thirty points.
Fang Shuwen murmured to himself.
A regular Jade gives 4 to 5 skill points, while a better Jade gives around 6.
Thirty points are equivalent to five or six pieces of mysterious jade, which is worth at least two or three hundred silver dollars.
This trip was worth it.
He looked down at the dog demon's corpse.
After it died, it shrank in size, becoming a mangy dog that had lost its fur, lying limp and lifeless in the pile of broken bricks.
Fang Shuwen bent down and dragged out the dog demon's corpse.
We need to take this thing back to complete the mission.
Upon reaching the village entrance, they tied the body to the back of the bicycle, wrapped the rope around it several times, and made a tight knot.
After finishing all that, Fang Shuwen stood at the village entrance, his gaze sweeping across the entire village.
The "feast" just now was an illusion. Now the illusion has been broken, and the village has revealed its true nature.
All those mud-brick houses, thatched roofs, and wisps of smoke he had just seen were fake.
All that could be seen was ruins.
The ruins burned by fire.
Fang Shuwen walked into the ruins, his shoes crunching on the broken tiles.
In some places, smoke was still rising, and a burnt smell mixed with the stench of decay made people feel nauseous.
He first went to the location of the "main room".
Now only ruins remain, the blue bricks are blackened by fire and crumble at the slightest touch.
The stove was still there, but the pot was gone, and the firebox was filled with ashes and broken tiles.
A few pieces of burnt clothing were scattered on the ground.
A gray cloth jacket belonging to an adult man was burned down to just a small piece at the collar.
Next to it was a pair of shoes for a teenager, made of cloth, with the soles densely stitched and the stitches very fine.
Fang Shuwen squatted down to take a look, but didn't move.
He stood up and continued walking inside.
The second, the third, the fourth...
They went from house to house, looking around.
The further in you go, the more pronounced the fire damage becomes.
The few houses near the village entrance still resembled proper houses, but the further in you went, the worse they became, with the damage becoming more severe.
........
"The fire was extinguished in less than two days."
Fang Shuwen squatted down and shoveled away a pile of dust; it was still warm underneath.
In other words, the village will be destroyed within the next day or two at most.
Were all the other villagers killed by the dog demon?
Or did they escape?
Fang Shuwen recalled the grandfather and grandson he had met outside the apricot grove earlier.
The old man was in his sixties, wearing a gray cloth jacket patched upon patched, and had cloudy eyes.
The boy was about twelve or thirteen years old, and as skinny as a monkey.
They said, "There are monsters in the village ahead," and that "the dead are dead, the runaways are gone, and only a few old bones are left."
But what we see now is that the village has long since become ruins.
There was no one in the village, but there was a dog demon!
If you are not strong enough or unaware of the situation, you will most likely be ambushed if you enter.
Although the dog demon was not very strong, the illusion was very realistic.
If it weren't for the fact that the cheat system happened to absorb the alien energy, this illusion probably wouldn't have been broken.
But what about the grandfather and grandson?
They squatted outside the apricot grove, less than two miles from the village.
If the village was destroyed two days ago, did they really not know?
If they were villagers who had escaped, why didn't they head towards the county town?
Instead, he squatted by the roadside and told a passerby, "There's a monster in the village ahead."
"There's something fishy about these two!"
Fang Shuwen immediately realized something was wrong.
He turned and strode out of the ruins, picked up his bicycle, and walked back the way he came.
By then, it was already dark.
The road was not very clear, and I could only ride forward by the last bit of dim light on the horizon.
After riding for about fifteen minutes, we passed through the apricot grove.
Fang Shuwen stopped the car in front of the old locust tree by the roadside.
The space under the tree is empty.
no one.
The grandfather and grandson had disappeared.
Fang Shuwen propped up the bicycle, took the lantern off the handlebars, and turned it on.
A dim beam of light swept across the base of the tree.
There were only some crumbs.
Fang Shuwen moved the lantern to the side, and soon he noticed something else was wrong.
There were no footprints here, not even a trace of anything else except for the marks he left when he passed by.
Fang Shuwen's heart skipped a beat.
He looked around again.
No other traces were found.
It was as if those two people had never been here before.
Fang Shuwen stood up, raised the lantern high, and scanned the surrounding area.
The beam of light swayed in the night, illuminating the dark shadows of the apricot grove, the waist-high weeds across the road, and the small, hazy clearing at the end of the dirt road.
There was nothing there.
There was no trace of the grandfather and grandson, no footprints, no signs of being stepped on.
It was as if they had never been here before, as if the two people Fang Shuwen had met earlier were just hallucinations in his mind.
But he knew it wasn't a hallucination.
The piece of bread was taken out of his bag; crumbs were still on the ground, and ants were still crawling on it.
The cake is real, and the ants are real too.
But the person has disappeared.
go.
Regardless of who those two people are, now is not the time to investigate.
It was already completely dark. We were still half an hour away from the county town, and there was a demonic corpse tied to the back seat.
If we keep dawdling, who knows what kind of trouble might arise.
He got on his bike and headed north along the dirt road.
About half an hour later, the city walls of Xikou County came into view in the distance.
The steam lamps hanging at the city gate illuminated the gate opening brightly, and the soldiers of the security regiment leaned against the wall, yawning, the glow of their cigarette butts flickering.
Fang Shuwen got off the car at the city gate and pushed his bicycle into the city.