Chapter 158 Borrowed with My Own Ability (5200)

For a moment, the room fell into silence. The representatives of the northern secret martial arts world stopped their actions and turned their heads to look over.

A pair of sharp eyes projected like lasers, and the scarred man felt as if he was naked and seen through.

The hair on his arms stood up inch by inch.

It felt like being stared at by a top predator, or a group of top predators. The scarred man froze in place.

His mind was blank for a moment, and he was instinctively a little scared, but the sequelae of the injection of beast blood came up. In short, the scarred man suddenly spoke like a cramp, and continued with the words he had just spoken: "You are called Huang Hun, right?"

He raised his finger and pointed at the skinny old man in an elegant striped suit who came down from the top of the stairs. Compared with the group of obviously abnormal people around him, this old man with gray hair and a kind smile was the most normal.

Seeing the scarred man pointing at him, Mian, who was nicknamed the Demon Lion back then, showed a gentle and hearty smile on his face.

The old man opened his mouth, revealing his still white teeth.

"Do you know this person? Kaxiu."

"No."

Kaxiu shook his head and answered the question truthfully.

"Hey, wait, I'm here..."

The scarred man suddenly felt that something was wrong.

"Okay."

Mian nodded after hearing Kaxiu's words. Then a strong wind suddenly came from the room, and Mian appeared in front of the scarred man in an instant. His hands turned into two blurred black afterimages, and flashed across the scarred man's left and right shoulder blades like lightning.

Then a palm was pressed on his chest in an instant, and the scarred man stepped back, and Kaxiu next to him pulled Yiri in.

Then he reached out and closed the door with a click.

Outside the door, the scarred man, who was beaten by a palm, shook his head and couldn't help cursing. Then he coughed violently, his chest was stuffy, and he was about to raise his hand to check the situation.

"Hey?"

"Where's my fucking hand!?"

"Where's my hand!"

"Ahhhhhhh!"

The belated pain hit like a tide, and the scarred man's facial features twisted together in an instant, and sweat gushed out.

In the drizzle, a man stood in front of the open space of the small building. Two arms in sleeves fell to the ground, the cross-section of the shoulder was bloody, and the blood vessels were bleeding.

"Roar, roar, roar, roar..."

Listening to the tragic screams outside the door, Mi An sighed slightly and knocked on his waist: "Really, the older I get, the easier it is to get angry. After more than ten years of self-cultivation, my mood is gone all of a sudden..."

Duo Meng, who was boxing next to him, rolled his eyes. Doesn't his uncle understand? This is clearly the hope of returning to his peak state, and his heart began to get restless again. When he was young, Mi An was brave and fierce, practicing martial arts, often killing people in battle, and liked to constantly challenge various masters.

Together with Domon's master Maro, they are called the Demonic Twin Lions.

Mian's so-called self-cultivation is just that he is really old and his blood is declining. He has no hope of entering a higher level of martial arts, so he is discouraged. Once he rekindles his passion for martial arts, Mian will never be content with loneliness.

Cutting off other people's arms is just an appetizer. If it weren't for the fact that they were in the enemy's base camp, there would be some concerns. According to the arrogance of the scarred man, he would definitely die miserably as soon as he pointed at Mian.

There are only wrong names, but no wrong nicknames.

The young demon lions were very domineering.

Beside him, Kaxiu and Yiri took the food they sent while talking. He acted as if nothing had happened, as if the scarred man who came to collect the debt had never appeared.

He recognized the wrong person, what does Guan Kaxiu have to do with it?

Besides, why should he pay back the dark source that he borrowed with his own ability? It's hard to find information dealers to find loan channels, okay? The distance from the Crossbow Flow Base to the Iron Blood Bar is not close...

This scarred man should be from the Black Wolf Society. If the Black Wolf Society retaliates against Kaxiu, he is not afraid. It just happens that he has a control group to verify the effect of the secret soul power with the representatives of the Northern Secret Martial Arts World.

Wait... Isn't there a ready-made one outside the door?

Kaxiu suddenly raised his head and opened the door. The scarred man outside has turned into a werewolf to save his life. He lowered his head and wanted to bite his two arms together with his teeth to take them away. Maybe he could use some strange abilities to connect them. At this moment, the scarred man was sticking his butt up high, and his face was rubbing on the ground like a pig digging for food.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, he suddenly raised his head in fear from his kneeling position. When he saw Kaxiu, he had an expression of wanting to cry but no tears: "Fuck, what are you going to do?"

Facts have proved that the swear words in some people's mouths may not be insulting, but may also be some kind of habitual interjection. It's okay between familiar people, knowing that you speak like this. People who are not familiar with him will think you are scolding him.

The scarred man was like this. He talked a little as usual to collect debts, and then his two arms were gone.

And it seems that he will be used as some kind of dangerous experiment.

Trouble comes from the mouth...

Half an hour later.

The scarred man's two arms were reattached. The old man Hardy with a goatee had miraculous medical skills and seemed to have used some special abilities. Of course, they were reattached. But the arms that had been lost are definitely not as useful as before.

Kaxiu and others did this not out of a sudden kindness, but for the experiment of the secret soul power. The test subjects with intact limbs are valuable, excluding variables as controls.

Next, the few of them ate the breakfast that Yiri brought.

Nothing special, but it tasted pretty good.

Just after cleaning up the residue on the table, there was another knock on the door. Familiar irritability, familiar opening.

"Is Huang Hun here? Come and open the door!"

Thirty seconds later.

"I remember, wasn't the loan I borrowed from Death Eyes for twenty days?" Ka Xiu asked the visitor in a very gentle tone.

"Yes... yes."

The curly-haired man answered hesitantly.

"Then why did you come to me two or three days in advance to collect the debt? This is not in line with the rules. Don't disrupt the market order, understand?"

Ka Xiu looked easy to talk to.

"Understand... understand."

"Very good, it's a good thing to admit your mistakes and correct them. However, as compensation, I would like to ask you to do something for me, do you agree?"

Ka Xiu looked at him with an unusually sincere look.

Looking at this sincere look, the curly-haired man rolled his eyes.

"Agree?"

"Since you don't reply, I'll take it as your acquiescence."

Kaxiu moved his arm with satisfaction, and then put the curly-haired man down in mid-air. The big hand that was originally stuck on his neck, like an iron clamp, loosened, and the man fell to the ground with a plop.

There was a very obvious black palm print on his neck.

He pressed his neck while panting violently.

Kaxiu looked at Duomeng who was watching the show with interest expressionlessly: "How about my trick of convincing people with reason?"

Domon ate nuts and sneered disdainfully.

"Haha, I can also convince people with reason like this."

"Then... let's compete?" Kaxiu raised his eyebrows. He was very interested in the heart eye secret technique of the Three-Eyed Mad Lion School.

This time, in cooperation with the northern secret martial arts world, Kaxiu made some requests. Of course, he didn't open his mouth like a lion. His strength was not weak compared to others, but it was better to be low-key when facing these secret martial arts schools with fighters. Therefore, Kaxiu only proposed to learn skills such as the secret art of the mind, breathing to recover blood, and hard qigong, rather than the secret martial arts that were directly inherited.

Such a request must be within a reasonable range.

Kaxiu believed that as long as he proved the powerful effect of the secret soul power. The northern secret martial arts world would not be so stingy that they would not even be willing to teach these external skills, after all, there were greater benefits at hand. Even if they wanted to cross the river and demolish the bridge, they had to do so after conquering the Black Rain Villa. By that time, Kaxiu would have run away.

On the sofa, Duomeng stopped cracking nuts.

He had been running around for a while, and it was indeed a long time since he had fought with anyone. Now he was a little eager to try.

"Okay." Duomeng stood up.

In the end, the two still failed to make gestures.

The representatives of the northern secret martial arts world wanted to learn about the situation of the Black Rain Villa in the morning. Kaxiu could only lead the way as a guide, and Duomeng was left in the small building as a gatekeeper.

The known areas of the villa were actually not very complicated, just four blocks in the east, west, south and north. The resident places of various schools, as well as some shops opened with the support of some schools. There are actually maps for this information, and each area is marked.

In addition to the known areas, Black Rain Villa has more unknown areas. The unknown areas have no rules, but at least occupy three-quarters of the area of ​​the villa. Kaxiu has been in there before, and there are all kinds of unspeakable weirdness in the unknown areas.

And the space inside seems to have problems, absurd and weird, like a whimsical and irregular dream.

Kaxiu entered one of the spaces.

After his own experience, combined with Huang Hun's hazy memory. Kaxiu is sure that Black Rain Villa is still in the recovery period, and its overall strength is far less terrifying than the peak period later. In addition to the Night Stranger, other weird things in the villa will gradually become stronger as the power of the villa recovers.

The weirdness at that stage is really deadly if you touch it.

And now... I can only say that it is not good enough for the masters of secret martial arts who have more than the first blood circulation of boxers.

Of course, Kaxiu would not be foolish enough to think that the Black Rain Villa only had this surface strength. This behemoth that existed in different eras definitely had a mysterious and rich background.

Just like the vampires who seemed to have no threat on the surface, who would have thought that the truly powerful high-level vampires were sleeping in the blood pool of the ruins? These high-level vampires would never come out unless it was a life-or-death moment or they were disturbed from sleeping.

Even the life and death of the vampires did not matter. It would be fine if they were not disturbed from sleeping. After all, as long as there were these high-level vampires who were like old immortals. Even if the entire vampire clan in the world was destroyed, they could be revived.

And the Black Rain Villa, which dared to hunt all dark creatures, definitely had such things, and they were even more powerful and weird.

But!

The Black Rain Villa would never play all its cards.

Even, it would only use one or two backgrounds. If it saw that things were impossible, the villa might choose to retain its strength and be directly closed and disappeared. Waiting for the next era to make a comeback.

Huanghun had already helped Kaxiu test this.

Time flies, and a morning has passed.

The people in the Northern Secret Martial Arts World also have a general understanding of the Black Rain Villa and the Night Stranger, and everyone returns to the small building.

"Half-beast style: inject beast blood, can transform..."

"Mercury style: inject mercury into the brain, gain telekinesis..."

"Dark style: graft dark organs, steal abilities..."

"Trap flow, drug flow, poison flow, crossbow flow..."

These middle-aged and elderly people who have practiced secret martial arts for a lifetime have opened their eyes today. They have never thought that there are so many extraordinary ways to flourish. However, it seems that they are all a little weak and have a little flaw. Moreover, they cannot gradually become stronger as they practice and comprehend themselves like secret martial arts. These schools all rely on extraordinary external objects, which can be regarded as borrowing power.

You can replace external objects to upgrade, but there is no way to improve.

The elders of these northern secret martial arts schools have a sharp eye to see the disadvantages. The many schools of the night monsters are good for broadening horizons and inspiring inspiration. As for trying to practice contact, forget it. It is simply missing the point.

Ignore the main road to the mountain and take a dead end?

After a simple lunch, everyone left the small building and headed towards the baptismal church. During the period, they arrived at a roundabout with a statue, and Mian immediately found that something was wrong around him.

He raised his hand to signal everyone, and then stopped.

Mian shook his head and pointed to the top of a bell tower not far away.

Kaxiu looked in the direction of his finger and found two gray-white gargoyles carved on it, the size of a normal person.

At this moment, these gargoyles were facing this side, the ugly and scary stone sculptures had stiff and terrifying faces, and the strong bodies leaning forward were lifelike. It seemed that they would flap their wings and swoop down in the next second.

Mian pointed his finger in different directions around him.

Kaxiu looked over one by one and found that there were such gargoyle statues on the edges of a large circle of pointed dome buildings around him.

Some were standing in battle, some were roaring, and some were crawling...

The only similarity was that those ugly heads were looking straight at this side, as if they were looking at everyone.

Kaxiu frowned and glanced at the statue next to him, which had only two feet left. He remembered that when he first came to Black Rain Villa, he once thought that this statue was the owner of the villa.

Maybe these gargoyle statues were originally looking at this side...

He immediately brought it up, and everyone tried to move forward.

Just after walking two steps, Mian raised his hand again to signal everyone to stop. Because the gargoyles on the roofs began to turn their heads. They were not looking at the statues, but at Kaxiu and his group. What attracted these gargoyles to the group?

"Could it be those weird things?"

"Even the master uncle is so cautious, I guess it's trouble..."

Duo Meng narrowed his eyes with a heavy heart.

"Next." Suddenly a voice came from the side.

A few black things were thrown over, and Duo Meng subconsciously caught them. He opened his palm and saw that they were "rat shit".

"I guess your breath has leaked. Take some medicine first to see the effect." Kaxiu closed the bottle cap and put the bottle back into his pocket.

"It's possible." Mian's eyes moved slightly, and he swallowed the secret medicine for fake death that had been sealed for who knows how long. Duo Meng also ate it in one bite, and it still tasted the same, like dried sour plums.

Everyone continued to move forward, and this time, the gargoyles did not turn their heads to follow. It was indeed because of the breath. Everyone relaxed slightly and continued to move forward, but stopped again.

The gargoyles hidden in the surrounding buildings looked over again.

Kaxiu glanced at Mian next to him and said: "The Baptism Church is probably one of the core areas of Black Rain Villa. The attention here is not comparable to other areas. The closer to the Baptism Church, the more difficult it is for outsiders to conceal their breath..."

"It seems that you probably can't enter the church. I can only let those experimental subjects go in with me and see the effect indirectly..."

Mian and others thought and discussed for a while, and immediately asked Winged Snake Hardy to go back to the small building and bring those experimental subjects over.

Ten minutes later, five or six journalists were brought over.

Two of them looked a little reluctant. They were loan sharks who wanted to collect debts, but were caught by Kaxiu.

In addition, the other four people were all volunteers. Kaxiu's large amount of dark source essence was not borrowed for nothing. As the saying goes, money makes the devil work, and dark source essence can also affect journalists. There are so many Hell-night monsters who are afraid that they can't pass the regular missions, and Kaxiu can easily recruit a bunch of them.

Not only can you get the Dark Essence by cooperating with the experiment, but the experiment itself uses the Dark Essence to strengthen yourself, doubling the happiness.

It's just a small risk.

But this risk is much smaller than completing the regular missions that you can't pass at all, at least on the surface.

So, these experimenters are quite cooperative.

The remaining two experimental subjects are a little reluctant, but it doesn't matter, Kaxiu has convinced them with reason before. I think these two people don't dare to do evil for the time being, so they can be used first.

Next, Kaxiu took them to the baptismal church one by one in order. Afterwards, the reporter entered the secret room, and he waited outside the door. When the upgrade in the secret room was over, Kaxiu quickly took the reporter to the roundabout.

"Very good, very good!"

"Just as we thought!"

"The power of the secret soul... This power is born for secret martial arts..."

Mian looked at the man in front of him with excitement. He was an old man with strong muscles, black hair and bright eyes.

Who would have thought that this old man who looked at most in his fifties was thin, with white hair and wrinkles on his face before he went in? The old man's real age was 72 years old, and he followed the poison school. He used the power of the secret soul to improve the basic secret martial arts specially provided by Mian, and he seemed to be 20 years younger after coming out!

In the Northern Secret Martial Arts School, several old men looked at each other, as if they saw the heat in each other's eyes.

The power of the secret soul is effective, very effective!

"Good! It's really good and can't be better..." Winged Snake Hardy stroked his goatee and laughed. He was the oldest one in the crowd, ninety-three years old. Although he had a way to keep healthy, he knew very well that he could only hold on for another ten years at most. Decline and death are inevitable. But now... but now!

After taking a look at the excited crowd, Kaxiu prepared to use the power of the secret soul to improve his physical realm. He and this group of Northern Secret Martial Arts representatives were at a similar realm, and the change was more convincing.

"Wind Elephant Fist: Elephant Group 74.8% (three levels in total)" →

"Wind Elephant Fist: Elephant Group 76.4% (three levels in total)"

"Elephant Soul Secret Technique: Insect Bite 66.8% (three levels in total)"

The progress of the Wind Elephant Fist was about 10% higher than that of the Elephant Soul Secret Technique, which meant that his physical strength could be improved by 10%

Kaxiu took a step and walked directly into the baptismal church.

Thanks to the book friend Taxue Yanyan for the 2,000 starting coins reward, and thanks to the book friend Qiqihar from Sichuan for the 100 starting coins reward.

I am short of 800, I will pay it back tomorrow.