Chapter 14: The Most Sinister Way to Kill Someone (Revised)

"Brother Biao, teach this kid a lesson, kill him!"

The little beggar was behind Brother Biao, and the light was dim, so he didn't notice anything wrong with Brother Biao, and he was still shouting fiercely.

Song Wen felt that there was nothing left in Brother Biao's body that could be devoured. He pushed with his left hand, and the mummy flew out lightly.

At this time, the little beggar saw Brother Biao's miserable condition clearly.

His whole body was shriveled and dehydrated, and his skin became scorched and wrinkled, like a mummy that had not decayed for thousands of years.

"Ah... ghost... blood-sucking evil."

The little beggar was terrified, his legs softened, and he fell to the ground. Then in panic, he rolled and crawled to the back.

The little beggar's scream woke Song Wen from his intoxication, and he was also shocked by Brother Biao's miserable condition. After a brief absence of consciousness, he looked coldly at the little beggar who was trying to escape.

The little beggar must not be allowed to escape.

The secret that he could kill people and devour their essence and blood must not be known to others.

Thinking of the strange energy that appeared in his body to save his life when he took the blood pill that day, Song Wen was very sure that his body seemed to hide a huge secret, and it was a secret that could make people panic, and it must not be exposed.

Song Wen kicked his feet with all his strength, and his body jumped three meters away, and he grabbed the back of the little beggar's neck.

"No... No, please let me go." The little beggar begged loudly.

Song Wen turned a deaf ear to him, his heart was as cold as a stone, and he had no sympathy for the little beggar's age.

This little beggar did not have the innocence of other children, but was cruel and fierce. Abandoning him and leaving would undoubtedly bury a huge hidden danger for himself.

The dagger ruthlessly pierced the little beggar's heart, ending his short life.

The essence and blood in the little beggar's body were devoured again, and he turned into a dried corpse.

Song Wen experienced that extremely comfortable and wonderful feeling again.

After continuously absorbing the essence and blood of a middle-aged man and a vigorous child, Song Wen's body seemed to be a little overwhelmed.

It was like the feeling of a very hungry person who was full after overeating.

Song Wen felt that all the muscle cells in his body were beating, and his body was shaking uncontrollably.

He was also dizzy, as if he was drunk. He felt that the ground under his feet was a little soft, as if he was stepping on clouds, which felt extremely unreal.

Even the little spiritual power in his dantian became boiling and rolling, as if he had taken stimulants.

Song Wen finally managed to calm his mind a little. He looked at the two mummies on the ground and thought about how to deal with them. If he left them there, it would be very likely to cause panic among the people and attract the attention of the government. If someone traced him back, it would be troublesome.

It is estimated that he might be regarded as a demon and burned alive in public.

"The bodies must be destroyed."

Song Wen endured the physical and mental discomfort, looked around, and found that there were no human figures around, and no one had discovered it yet.

He tried to use his spiritual energy and punched the little beggar's body with all his strength.

After the mummy lost its essence and blood, the toughness of the body became extremely poor. Song Wen's punch directly smashed the little beggar's head.

The broken head became a pile of gray and white rotten meat, and there was not a trace of blood in it.

Song Wen's eyes lit up. It was very difficult to tell that the head after being smashed was human.

Song Wen carried the two mummies and walked to the stinky ditch beside the alley. He punched the bodies one after another.

Soon, the two mummies were blown into pieces, and then Song Wen threw them all into the stinky ditch.

He picked up all the fragments of the little beggar's head and scattered them in the stinky ditch.

After doing all this, Song Wen quickly left the alley.

When Song Wen walked onto the main road, he realized that his physical excitement and mental erratic feeling were getting stronger.

When dealing with the mummy just now, the strong tension diluted the discomfort, but it did not disappear, but accumulated and suddenly broke out at this moment.

Song Wen felt that he could no longer control his body, and even walking in a straight line became a little difficult.

Song Wen tried to grit his teeth and persevered, and finally stumbled back to the Tiansha Gang.

After finally returning to his room, Song Wen immediately wanted to use his power to relieve the physical discomfort.

As a result, he found that whether it was the surging blood and qi in his body or the erratic mental state, he could not calm down and meditate.

There was no other way, he could only lie on the bed and wait for his body to recover naturally. Who knew that he would gradually fall asleep when he lay down, and did not wake up until the next morning.

The next morning, the physical and mental discomfort gradually subsided a lot.

However, his whole body was still full of Qi and blood, as if it was about to escape automatically, and the little brother was also standing tall.

At this moment, someone suddenly knocked on the door.

"Mr. Song, it's time for breakfast."

It was the servant Aunt Chen who came to deliver the meal.

It seemed that when his body absorbed and digested the Qi and blood last night, it also consumed a lot of energy. At this moment, Song Wen felt so hungry that he felt like he could eat a whole cow.

Song Wen immediately got out of bed and opened the door.

He saw a middle-aged woman holding a food box, waiting outside.

Her drooping eyes fell just below Song Wen's waist and abdomen, and her eyes were a little dazed for a moment.

Song Wen took the lunch box and said, "Thank you, Aunt Chen. I'm a little hungry today. Please send two more breakfasts, no! Five breakfasts."

Aunt Chen was a little stunned and didn't respond for a while. It wasn't until Song Wen closed the door that she reacted.

Her face flushed for no reason and she murmured.

"You are not old, but you have a lot of capital and a big appetite. It's true that being young is good."

Since Song Wen introduced Qi into his body, his ears and eyes have become more and more sensitive. Aunt Chen's whispers outside were heard word for word.

He looked down and found that it seemed that the capital was not small.

After Song Wen finished all the six breakfasts sent by Aunt Chen, he finally felt full in his stomach.

He opened the door, walked out, entered the medicine garden, and took care of the spiritual medicine, which was also a way to digest the food.

At the same time, he secretly pondered in his heart the process of devouring the blood and essence of the two people last night.

He looked inside and found that his previously severely depleted blood and qi had been completely replenished. As for the excess blood and qi from last night, he didn't know where they had gone and could no longer feel them.

He also felt that his body had been slightly strengthened. The strengthening effect was small and not obvious, but he could feel it clearly.

In addition, his spirit seemed to have improved to a certain extent, and his understanding of the exercises was much clearer.

"Could it be that I am not only devouring their blood and essence, but also something else?"

"Where does my body's devouring ability come from? Is this the must-have benefit for the time traveler that I have been looking forward to for a long time, the golden finger?"

Song Wen, who was sharp-minded, soon realized that the devouring ability seemed to help him solve the current dilemma.

As long as he worked well, he had a great chance of killing Ji Yin.

Thinking of this, Song Wen's mind became active.

What he didn't realize from beginning to end was that he didn't feel uncomfortable because of killing people at all. Instead, he always had a faint expectation of killing people and swallowing blood again.