Life Dungeon Game

He ate nothing but cold steamed buns for a whole month.

There are many good people in this world, and there are also many bad people.

He Ao sat on a small stool in front of the stall, looking at the [Martial Arts: Qi Induction (F-level)] on his character panel, and began to replay in his mind the book "Thirty Days to Become a Sword Immortal" that he had seen in the dungeon world.

That book might contain some boasting and won't make you a god, but judging from the system's labeling, it seems to belong to something like 'martial arts'.

After all, the words "martial arts" are followed by "guiding qi into the body," and He Ao felt that the "qi" he generated using the energy of the Vermilion Fruit was the same "qi" that he guided into the body.

However, despite the claim of drawing qi into his body, his body is currently as empty as a rice jar that could starve a mouse; there is no qi, not even a trace of energy.

Is there any way to generate that energy? Does that little book contain a method for naturally generating energy?

Just as He Ao began to study the contents of those small books in his memory, where only the pictures were barely understandable and the text was like cryptic gibberish.

A hurried sound of footsteps suddenly came from the night, followed by a somewhat familiar voice, "Boss, a bowl of cold noodles, please."

He looked up and saw a familiar face—the young man who had almost demolished his house that afternoon.

The young man saw He Ao, paused for a moment, then turned and ran.

He Ao didn't move, because someone else was faster than him. It was the man in the trench coat who flashed past He Ao's stall like a beam of light and chased after the young man.

"Contact us if needed."

His words were cold and composed, much smoother than the awkwardness he felt when he was promoting the part-time job.

Along with these words, a white paper business card with black lettering landed in front of He Ao. It was the cheapest kind on the market, with a simple company name written on it.

[Zhongtu Folk Research Institute of Abnormal Humans (Xidu Branch)]

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Chapter 17 Guiding Qi into the Body (Please add to your favorites, recommend, and continue reading)

[Zhongtu Folk Research Institute of Abnormal Humans (Xidu Branch)]

Address: No. 36, Tongzi Street, Anping District, Xidu City

Researcher Zhang Anxia's phone number:

The business cards are made of the most common coated paper, with white background and black text, and no lamination. These business cards are the cheapest; you can get a thousand for 20.8 yuan online, including shipping.

However, you can actually design these business cards yourself and send the design to the printer. He Ao is currently using this type of business card, but the layout is much better.

This layout was designed for him by an art student he had saved in high school. After designing this, he stopped asking the girl to treat him to a meal.

He Ao has always done things this way: he always collects debts and repays favors.

However, the address "No. 36 Tongzi Street, Anping District, Xidu City" seems a bit familiar.

He Ao took out his phone and searched for the address.

Then he fell into a brief silence.

Because the detailed location displayed on the map software clearly shows 'Xidu City Third Mental Hospital'.

He should have realized sooner that the Institute for the Study of Abnormal Humans was actually a mental hospital.

He originally thought it was some kind of superhuman organization.

Hmm, if we consider ordinary people as normal humans, then it seems that extraordinary individuals are abnormal humans? Are mentally ill people also abnormal humans? So, are extraordinary individuals and mentally ill people actually the same?

I've gone crazy, and I've become stronger?

Wait, now the logic makes sense.

According to the usual pattern, the more unusual the name of an organization, the stronger it tends to be. So He Ao put the business card away and then entered Zhang Anxia's phone number into his phone.

Set it to key 2 for emergency call.

Key 1 is Captain Liu.

When He Ao encounters danger, his first reaction is usually to call the police and call Captain Liu to call for backup, so a speed dial is very important.

Obeying the law is actually a kind of equivalent exchange; He Ao relinquishes a portion of his freedom and power in exchange for the state's protection of him.

Having fulfilled his obligations, he was bound to exercise his power, which is why He Ao shook people so skillfully.

Of course, Captain Liu is always reliable, and He Ao never bothers Captain Liu when there's nothing else to do.

Similarly, this is why he didn't pursue the youth. Once the police were called, the responsibility for the matter shifted to the government, which had an obligation to arrest these vicious criminals in order to maintain social order.

If he spends more time investigating and pursuing the criminals, firstly, he won't have time to set up his stall, losing an important source of income; secondly, his studies will be affected; and most importantly, even if he acts bravely against a criminal who doesn't have a bounty posted, it will be difficult to get money in the end, with very low expected returns.

He has learned his lesson.

Therefore, investing more energy into this matter would only lead to further losses, with very low expected returns and high risks.

Leave professional matters to professionals; he was just a student selling cold noodles.

Nothing unexpected happened after that, but He Ao started to get busy because the afternoon shift workers had gone home.

The factory operates on a three-shift system; the night shift starts at the same time the afternoon shift finishes. This is He Ao's last shift tonight.

A wave of people.

His cold noodles are inexpensive and taste good, so they are very popular with the workers in the neighborhood.

People are generally more tired during this time of year and have a larger appetite, so large bowls sell much more than small bowls.

He Ao worked until midnight, packed up his stall, and slowly rode his stall tricycle home.

It's not that there's no business after midnight, it's just that there isn't as much business, and He Ao usually has to go to school the next day, so he basically developed the habit of closing up shop at midnight.

The workers in the vicinity also knew He's closing time, so they wouldn't come here again after midnight.

"Little Ao, you're back?"

The noodle stall downstairs in the residential area was still lit up. It was run by an old man with white hair, and the incandescent light hanging on the pole illuminated the path for the young man in the night.

Steam rose from the boiling noodle soup, reflecting on the old man's kind face.

Grandpa Fang has always had this aged face since He Ao was old enough to remember things, only now he looks even older.

"Okay," He Ao pushed the food cart downstairs and locked it, cleared away the unused ingredients, then took out his phone, scanned the old man's QR code, and transferred 350 yuan. "Grandpa Fang, the money for today's cold noodles and liangpi has been transferred."

He Ao spends most of his day at school and has no time to prepare ingredients, so his cold noodles and cold rice noodles are basically all pre-prepared and bought from Grandpa Fang.

Grandpa Fang's noodles are all wet noodles, and they are processed very well, making them chewy and elastic. These noodles are perfect for making cold noodles, but they don't have a long shelf life.

Grandpa Fang didn't intend to charge money at first, but he couldn't persuade He Ao, and in the end He Ao gave him almost double the market price.

He Ao wasn't doing charity work; he was very frugal with every penny he spent. But when he was very young, when he couldn't afford to eat, Grandpa Fang would lose to him in chess every day, and the wager was a bowl of noodles.

He remembers everyone who has been kind to him.

"Good child, go back to sleep, you have class tomorrow."

Grandpa Fang stirred the noodle soup with his chopsticks while giving instructions with a smile.

"Grandpa Fang, tomorrow is Saturday, there's no class."

He locked all the cabinets and clapped his hands in response.

"Don't you have classes on Saturdays? Don't you have make-up classes on Saturdays?"

Grandpa Fang was clearly a little confused.

"I'm in college now, I don't need tutoring anymore."

Knowing that Grandpa Fang's hearing wasn't very good, He Ao moved closer and said loudly, "Grandpa Fang, I'm going back now."

"Good~"

Grandpa Fang responded, watching He Ao disappear into the stairwell, then continued stirring the noodle soup with his head down, "He's grown up, it's good that he's grown up."

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In cities where night falls, lights often illuminate the entire night, and countless people revel under the glittering neon lights until dawn.

He Ao didn't sleep that night either.

He studied that little book all night.

However, the illustrations in the book only show how to guide energy to flow within the body, but the key problem is that he currently has no energy in his body!

This is like a cookbook that teaches people how to make fragrant rice with rice, how much rice to use, how much water to add, how long to cook it, when to cook it over high heat, and when to simmer it over low heat.

The tutorial is very detailed, and you can expect the food to turn out delicious.

So the question is coming?

Where's the rice?!

Where is my rice?

I have no rice!

After struggling in vain all night, He Ao realized that Zhu Guo's incident was just a coincidence. If he wanted to truly cultivate this thing, he would probably need to find a translator to translate the text in the little book and understand how energy is generated.

Sometimes, people shouldn't be too confident.

He Ao stretched and walked step by step onto the balcony.

At this moment, the sun is rising, and the morning light shines on the gray earth and on He Ao's cheeks.

The morning air is the freshest of the day, and He Ao took a deep breath.

At that moment, a faint energy appeared in his chest cavity.

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That trace of energy was extremely weak, and compared to the energy brought by the Vermilion Fruit, it was like water in a water tank compared to water in a river.

The moment this tiny energy appeared, it rippled and was about to dissipate. He Ao quickly held his breath and focused his mind, using his thoughts to control the energy to flow out of his chest cavity and circulate within his body along the lines drawn on the first page of the small book.

Even so, by the time he activated it, more than half of the energy had already dissipated.