Chapter 8 Pain debuff is the catalyst
Feng Mu woke up from the bed and turned off the alarm clock.
It was eight o'clock in the morning and he had only slept for four hours.
The muscles all over the body are sore from excessive exercise, but of course the results are beyond expectations.
"The edible content is 2.4%, which is much higher than the 2% I expected."
Feng Mu was in pain and happy at the same time.
"An extra 0.4% every day may seem small, but if it can continue to accumulate and reach 100% progress, it can save 10 days than expected, that is, 40 days."
Feng Mu was still not satisfied and he hoped to shorten this time to less than one month.
After putting on his clothes, Feng Mu took out a handful of iron beads from his pocket. This was his breakfast.
After 4 hours of sleep, the little space in the stomach was instantly filled up again, and the food intake increased by 0.1 to 2.5%.
The price is that your pocket is empty and only a thin foundation is left.
Feng Mu weighed it in his hand and roughly estimated the amount to be 0.5%. Then he counted the bills in his pocket and his face darkened.
"Damn, I got a little carried away yesterday and almost forgot that what was holding me back from progress, besides my talent, was poverty."
"The amount of food you eat can be digested over time, but the prerequisite is that you have to have enough money to buy iron for consumption."
Feng Mu's face was dark. He searched for a while and finally found a few missed banknotes from the interlayer of books and the pockets of old clothes.
He counted it over and over again twice, and the total amount was 177.5, which could buy 6 kilograms of iron beads, and could just last for a week.
As for the mobile banking wallet, it was even cleaner, as Feng Mu had never activated this function.
Suddenly, Feng Mu took out another turned-off mobile phone. Unlike Feng Mu's own cheap phone, this one was the latest model, priced at more than 8,000 yuan. It was said that it could be exchanged for a good kidney on the black market.
"If you are rich, you should open a mobile banking account. Maybe you have a lot of money in it."
Greed emerged in Feng Mu's mind, but he suppressed it in just a moment.
"This phone cannot be easily turned on, and the money inside cannot be touched, to prevent being tracked. Although the criminal investigation technology of the patrol station is relatively backward, it is better to be safe than sorry."
The overall technology of the lower city is lagging behind that of the past, at least on the surface, but the haze overhead is obscuring the sky and we have to be on guard.
"Dad, you didn't come back last night?"
Feng Mu picked up a steamed bun from the dining table and asked his mother before leaving.
Wang Xiuli: "Well, they said there was a big case at the police station, so they won't be going home for the time being."
Bang.
Feng Mu closed the door casually, lowered his head and walked down the stairs, his eyes flickering slightly.
He didn't eat the steamed bun and just stuffed it into his other pocket.
He first rode his bike to the hardware store. Along the way, he turned into a remote dead end. When he came out, the old bag hanging on the handlebar was gone.
I went into the hardware store and bought three pounds of iron beads.
The shop owner couldn't help but be curious and asked, "What do you make with these iron beads every day?"
"Nothing, I need it for martial arts training." Feng Mu said casually, but in his heart he said, "I can't come to this shop anymore."
There is nothing going on at school.
Excluding the warehouse scene, today would be like a copy and paste of yesterday.
I was absent-minded in my cultural classes, sweating profusely in my martial arts classes, the playground was calm, and not even a shadow of a person from the police station showed up.
Feng Mu thought: "The family members haven't reported the case yet, or the missing case has not been taken seriously, or the police station is busy with a big case and can't spare any manpower?"
No matter which one it is, the golden 48 hours for solving the case will be wasted, which is a good thing for Feng Mu.
After school, leave school and go home.
I got home early today and there was no one at home.
His mother went to bring dinner and some clothes to Feng Ju, leaving a simple meal on the table.
Feng Mu was not willing to eat at all, as he had not yet eaten the steamed bun in his pocket. But in order to prevent his mother from becoming suspicious, he found a food box from the kitchen, picked out some dishes, and put the steamed bun from the morning in it.
After returning to the room, Feng Mu put the lunch box in a handbag and hung his schoolbag on the chair. After resting for a while, he began to practice.
There is no doubt that cultivation is boring and painful, especially since the remaining soreness in yesterday's muscles has not yet subsided, making today's cultivation even more strenuous, as if I had inherited some debuff.
For a moment, Feng Mu wanted to take a rest.
I can train again tomorrow when my muscles aren't so sore anymore, but...
The coolness of the xiphoid process of the thoracic vertebra is becoming more and more irritating. If it was the size of a fingernail yesterday, it is the size of a little finger today. It was minus 1 degree yesterday, and it is minus 2 degrees now.
[Eating degree increases↑↑][Eating degree increases↑↑]And, the cool feeling in the esophagus when swallowing and the flashing prompt box on the retina provide the most intuitive clues.
Do you see the difference?
“↑↑” has one more “↑” than yesterday’s “↑”.
"Double fatigue, double digestion, as if telling me that pain is an indispensable catalyst for growth!"
Feng Mu opened his wet mouth, gasped greedily, and his chest wheezed like a bellows for air until late at night.
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[Iron Eater: First Level][Edible Iron Type: 1][Absorbable Metal Properties: 1][Currently testing edible iron type - ordinary pig iron, edible degree 6.3%.][Absorbed properties:? ?] At 4 a.m., it was pitch black outside the window, and there was no ceiling light on the upper city.
Feng Mu collapsed on the bed like a puddle of mud, his eyes glowing like dim fireflies.
"Today's growth was 3.9%, 1.5% more than expected. Hehe, shortening the time to one month is doable. I may even be able to do it faster tomorrow!!!"
Of course, the burden is also excessive. Today's iron consumption exceeded expectations by 50%.
"Making money is urgent."
Feng Mu muttered to himself, turned sideways, slid open the screen of his mobile phone, and a group chat window popped up.
You were pulled into a group chat by Luo Ji——[Blank Classmates Reunion].
Chat messages 99+.
Feng Mu was stunned for a moment and clicked in.
Tao Fei: It’s boring to stay in a large group. I thought about creating a small group before leaving and bringing everyone in. We haven’t taken the college entrance examination yet, so we can keep in touch here in the future.
Wang Jian: Okay, I’ll quit too. There’s no point in joining a large group anyway. They look down on us and won’t join anymore.
Dong Ni: I didn’t quit. I just wanted to see how many of them could pass the exam in the end. Those who failed would be blank citizens like us, and their faces would definitely be very funny at that time.
Tao Fei: Haha, smiley face.jpg.
Wang Jian: What are you all doing now? I have entered the incinerator and burned two corpses today.
Sun Yi: Are corpses scary? I've only heard about them on the news. It's said that burning corpses is dangerous. Is that true? Wang Jian: They're not bad. They've all been processed. They just look a little disgusting.
Luo Ji: I have passed the advance team's test, and I may go on my first mission next week. If you are free this weekend, let's go out for dinner together.
…Feng Mu glanced at a series of messages.
The last message was posted at 01:23 and contained two @his.
Tao Fei@Feng Mu: I heard that you haven’t dropped out of school yet and you’ve been going to school these two days?
Luo Ji@Feng Mu: Let’s have dinner this weekend, do you want to come?
Feng Mu had no intention of explaining or replying, he just prepared to turn off the phone and go to sleep.
Suddenly, he paused, swiped his finger upwards to scroll through the messages, and stared at one of them. After a while, he looked away and glanced at his schoolbag, his pupils shrinking slightly.
Type your reply on the screen with your fingertips:
Feng Mu @Tao Fei: Sorry, I wasn’t checking my phone just now. Well, I will withdraw from school in the next two days.
Feng Mu@Luo Ji: It will definitely come on the weekend.
After replying one by one, he clicked on another avatar to enter the private chat, thought about it, and sent a message...
(End of this chapter)
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