Start getting stronger by modifying your breathing method

Chapter 86 Experiment [II] (asking for monthly ticket)
Hu Qi found his room with the key in his hand and quickly locked the door.

He came to get a room in broad daylight, so of course he didn't come to sleep, but for some other purpose.

He closed the doors and windows and drew the curtains.

After confirming that everything was correct, he put the backpack on the ground and opened it.

The tea-leaf duck, which had been stuck in the bag all the way, raised its head and quacked, flapping its wings vigorously as soon as it emerged.

Express your dissatisfaction.

Because the size of the camphor tea duck has become much larger than before, it no longer feels as comfortable in the bag as before and it feels a bit crowded.

In this case.

Hu Qi didn't care. He took out a disposable water cup, poured some water from the mineral water bottle, and placed it in front of the camphor tea duck.

"Come on, Zhangcha, I'll give you something good."

When seeing the dark red blood in the cup, Zhangcha Duck shook his neck.

He couldn't wait to stretch out his two mouths and start swallowing.

"really!"

Looking at the appearance of the camphor tea duck, Hu Qi's heart moved.

He had long guessed about the changes in the camphor tea duck.

After all, the other party's previous abnormality started from drinking the black blood of that blood slave.

If this is true, can drinking it again cause it to transform again?
This is also one of the reasons why he went to hunt the black blood species this time.

He stared at the camphor tea duck.

The camphor tea duck seemed to love the black blood very much. Not long after, it drank the small cup of black blood.

Seeing this, the camphor tea duck's pair of red eyes looked at the mineral water bottle in Hu Qi's other hand, revealing anthropomorphic desire in its eyes.

However, considering the long experience of being taught a lesson by Hu Qi, it did not dare to take any other action.

Seeing this, Hu Qi directly poured the remaining black blood to it.

After a while, the camphor tea duck finished drinking it again. An anthropomorphic expression of satisfaction appeared on its duck face. It called out to Hu Qi twice, then squatted down and closed its eyes, as if falling asleep.

From time to time, a few low gurgling sounds came from the throat, as if expressing inner joy.

As time went by, a layer of black mist as thin as gauze began to flow out from the body.

The black fog was just a few faint wisps at first, but gradually became thicker, enveloping the entire body of the camphor tea duck like black smoke.

Under the cover of this black fog, the originally bright purple hair on the camphor tea duck was changing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The purple color gradually darkened, as if stained by a layer of thick ink, and finally turned into a mysterious and deep black purple.

The body shape of the tea-leaf duck also seemed to have undergone subtle changes. Its originally round body lines began to become firm, and the outline of its muscles became faintly visible.

Its feathers were no longer as smooth as before, but were slightly erected with an indescribable tension.

Seeing this scene, Hu Qi calmly stepped back and pulled out the long sword from the sword bag behind him, ready to kill the opponent if anything went wrong.

Fortunately, apart from this layer of black fog, there was no other movement.

After the layers of black fog reached their thickest level, they slowly began to shrink inward, blending into the body of the camphor tea duck bit by bit until they completely disappeared.

The camphor tea duck was still sleeping quietly, without any other movement.

Seeing this, Hu Qi's expression changed.

This effect seems a bit exaggerated.

Could it be that this black blood comes from the blood slave that is about to transform?

After waiting for a while and finding no other changes, Hu Qi finally felt relieved.

He cleaned up the few drops of black blood on the ground and in the corners, as well as the cup and mineral water bottle containing the black blood.

Then, Hu Qi stayed in the room until almost evening, and then returned to Anshan College with the camphor tea duck.

However, as soon as I reached the gate, I saw a figure standing nearby.

The man had gray hair on his temples, was tall, and looked a little haggard.

It was Xie Guang.

He just stood aside and didn't say anything when he saw Hu Qi.

After taking a look.

Hu Qi then withdrew his gaze.

Hu Qi did not have much ill will towards Xie Fei, and the two got along quite well.

Hu Qi could only express regret for the other party's death. But this matter was one thing and one thing, if Xie Guang insisted on causing trouble for him, he would not mind sending him to see his beloved son.

……

In the next few days, after drinking the black blood, the camphor tea duck fell into a deep sleep again.

Just like last time, the tea-breeding duck at this stage was extremely sleepy every day. It did nothing but eat and sleep, and didn’t even lay eggs.

Regarding this situation, Hu Qi understood that his guess was correct, and the previous changes in the camphor tea duck were related to the black blood it drank.

He is also looking forward to seeing what changes will happen after it recovers.

In the following days, Hu Qi stayed obediently in Anshan College and did not go out at all.

In a head-on confrontation, he was not afraid of Xie Guang, but he was afraid that this guy would get some hot weapon and shoot him in the back.

If it was just an ordinary small-caliber pistol, he might be able to block it with his Yun Tie Shen body.

But if he encounters a sniper rifle with a six or seven centimeter bullet, he will be dead.

Of course, this possibility is extremely small, but we must be on guard against it.

After all, your life is your own, and if you die, you will lose everything.

He didn't plan to go out until his strength improved again.

In addition, during this period of time, he also searched for information about exotic beasts on the Internet, but unfortunately he did not gain much.

The only explanation for the strange beast is that it may have mutated due to environmental or genetic problems.

Of course, there might be some hidden secret that he didn't know.

After all, things like secret warriors and black bloods have always been kept secret by the Shia Federation.

If he hadn't reached this level now, he wouldn't have known.

The answer to this question can only be found after he reaches a certain level in the future.

On the fourth day, Song Jian found another strange beast, a gray rabbit the size of a puppy.

This rabbit is different from ordinary rabbits. It has muscles all over its body and looks like a kangaroo, with a pair of big ears that reach down to its feet.

Of course, it doesn’t matter what it looks like, it will all be the same once it’s cooked.

Hu Qi asked the other party to send the rabbit over, saying that he was busy and busy, and then made it into spicy rabbit meat.

With Hu Qi's appetite, he ate up the rabbit, which was almost the size of a kangaroo, in less than a day.

Hu Qi sat in the room with the cold iron knife beside him.

"scarlet!"

He muttered to himself, and a bloody panel unfolded before his eyes.

[Owner: Hu Qi]

[Status: normal]

[Age: 21 years old]

[Skill: Snake Pile (Level 8)△]

【Demon Slayer: Beginner’s Guide△】

【Yun Tie Shen (Great Completion)△】

【White Whale Pile (Incomplete)】

……

[Modified value: 6 (34%)]

The panel has changed a bit compared to before.

Because of eating the spicy rabbit meat, the modification value came to six points.

Several skills on the panel were marked as modifiable, except for the White Whale Pile, which still could not be modified.

Obviously, the current modification value is not enough to complete the modification of this standing exercise.

He didn't care about this either.

He looked at the triangular rune behind the Demon Slayer Sword, preparing to upgrade this blood and energy skill to make up for his own combat power.

However, just as his eyes fell on the Demon Slayer Sword, a line of scarlet writing appeared behind it.

[This sword technique is incomplete and has been patched up by later generations. Although it can be practiced, as the sword technique becomes more sophisticated, the practitioner's will will be eroded by murderous intent. If there is no solution, the practitioner will eventually become a killing machine.]

Seeing this line of handwriting, Hu Qi's face froze slightly.

(End of this chapter)