The Magic Lamp Ability: Starting with One Person in the Republic of China Era

The Bloodhound leaped out and, after several patrols, locked onto a target.

Zhou Ming moved forward silently and eventually arrived at a small tavern.

The pub wasn't big, but it was bustling with activity; a dozen or so Japanese people were having a gathering.

Several of them were dressed in military police uniforms, and the others smelled of gunpowder.

Zhou Ming climbed over the wall and through the window, appearing directly in front of a dozen Japanese soldiers. Among them, a few military police who hadn't drunk much spotted Zhou Ming at a glance.

The black clothes were clearly suspicious. Just as he opened his mouth to shout, he felt a heart-stopping pain.

The rush of blood to his brain caused everything to go black instantly. All the dozen or so Japanese soldiers died, some paralyzed, some lying face down, scattered around him.

Just as Zhou Ming was about to take his hand down from his chest, he heard approaching footsteps.

The smells of alcohol and gunpowder mingled together, and Zhou Ming narrowed his eyes slightly.

“This guy has handled guns for a long time.” Zhou Ming’s eyes flashed red.

"Wow!"

The door was opened, and the smiling owner was holding a small tray with seven or eight jugs of wine on it.

He was initially curious as to why there was no sound inside the house, but then he saw a strange man in black standing there with his hand on his chest.

"idiot…"

The roar abruptly stopped, and the boss's eyes widened, turning blood red.

He fell asleep as soon as he collapsed.

"Ding Ding!"

The wine jug fell to the ground, and the aroma of the wine wafted through the room.

Apart from these dozen or so Japanese people, there were no other customers in the pub, so even if they made a commotion, it wouldn't attract attention.

"More than 80% of the Japanese who were still on the Chinese mainland during this period deserved to die," Zhou Ming thought to himself as he glanced at his boss.

He immediately seized the time to begin refining, and crimson blood energy surged from his body, gradually enveloping the dozen or so people.

This time, Zhou Ming did not intend to use ordinary people to refine Blood Demon Soldiers. Without the ability to grow to a certain extent, ordinary people's Blood Demon Soldiers simply could not snowball.

They are easily killed, especially when encountering skilled opponents. They can only desperately try to survive by using suicidal skill boosts, which is really not worth it.

A dozen minutes later, 15 Japanese men disappeared, leaving behind only bloodstains and wine stains.

Zhou Ming continued to climb out the window and leave, his gaze fixed in one direction. The Bloodhound had already found its next target.

A group of surveillance personnel with supernatural abilities.

It was a photo studio at an intersection, and the other party's people were hiding on the second floor, making it easy for them to monitor the situation on several streets.

“Three strange people, four ordinary soldiers, and seven Japanese devils.” Zhou Ming approached the backyard of the photo studio from the shadows of the back street.

The Bloodhound was still exploring its surroundings, and Zhou Ming had to be careful to prevent the enemy from having hidden sentries.

After suffering a major loss, the Japanese may have become complacent due to time, or they may have been setting a trap.

After all, the other party had probably already figured out that Zhou Ming was using people to practice his skills, and there was a good chance that he was using these people as bait.

After waiting for a moment, Zhou Ming's eyes suddenly flickered, and his eyes moved in sync with the Bloodhound.

The Bloodhound was hiding inside a shadowy wall, with only half of its head showing, looking at the dimly lit room in front of it.

A person is hiding by the window, observing the photo studio through a gap in the curtains.

"This guy should be an ordinary person, but there's a hint of Qi in his aura. It seems someone has used some tricks on him," Zhou Ming sneered.

Over the past month, the Bloodhound's training has not stopped; its nose has become increasingly sensitive, and it has become even more acute in its sense of smell.

It even became increasingly difficult to distinguish the different scents emitted by the Qi.

The Blood Eagle and Bloodhound spells aren't strong in combat, but they're incredibly powerful in terms of utility.

No wonder that ancient tribe in Yunnan was able to survive for thousands of years by relying on this blood demon curse.

"Since there's a trap, let's save it for last. Let's kill a hundred people first to collect enough Blood Fiend Talismans." Zhou Ming didn't realize that he had become more ruthless and merciless than before, and increasingly indifferent to life.

Of course, there's a reason for that. After all, he was facing Japanese devils, and Zhou Ming already had murderous intent towards them. So when he was faced with pretty Japanese women, he had the instinctive lust of a man and might not kill them directly to avoid wasting time.

Given this inherent psychological state, even though the lamp of the primordial spirit avoids the intrusion of distracting thoughts and vengeful spirits, it also makes this demonic cultivation technique even purer.

Sometimes being pure isn't necessarily a good thing, just like it's not always better to go as far as possible on a road, because it might not lead to the destination.

Zhou Ming began to roam this area. As long as there was a Japanese person smelling of gunpowder on them, Zhou Ming would kill them without hesitation and quickly and decisively, and then refine the Blood Fiend Talisman.

The red light gradually receded into his body, and Zhou Ming squinted, sensing the changes within his body.

"In just over three hours, I've gathered 119, which should be enough. Besides, those soldiers I killed at the beginning are likely to be discovered soon," Zhou Ming thought to himself.

Zhou Ming opened his eyes, raised his hand to look at his watch, and saw that it was already 2:30.

Stepping out of the house, I carefully jumped to a high place. The Blood Eagle in the sky kept an eye on the entire Hongkou area, in addition to the Blood Demon Dog's search.

Zhou Ming has already set his goals, which total five, from the inside out, with the last one being the photo studio.

The photo studio is closest to the exit, so we can retreat quickly after we've finished dealing with the situation.

After reviewing the plan in his mind once more, Zhou Ming began to take action.

First, we arrived at the surveillance location furthest from the exit, which was a clothing store.

The Bloodhound took the lead, using its ability to pass through walls to check the area and confirm that it matched the previous patrol, in order to prevent any accidents.

“Three ordinary Japanese soldiers on the first floor, and two extraordinary Japanese soldiers on the second floor.” Zhou Ming, using his vision, clearly saw the distribution of the personnel.

Their first target was the two Japanese soldiers who were considered "superhumans." Being superhumans, they were naturally more perceptive than ordinary people, and if there was any movement below, they could easily be exposed.

Zhou Ming climbed over the wall from the backyard and silently went up to the second floor of the clothing store. With repeated actions and the increase in his cultivation, Zhou Ming's skills became more and more proficient.

Chapter 20: Changes and Discoveries of Different Materials

In the dimly lit room, one Japanese soldier was resting on a small bed, while another Japanese soldier yawned and stood by the window, observing the entire street.

"It's been a month, where did this suspicious person come from?" the Japanese soldier on guard couldn't help but complain.

In that moment of mental relaxation, his blood rushed backward, causing his vision to go black.

I reached out and grabbed the wall for support. In a moment of dizziness, I felt the world spinning around me and my head throbbing with pain.

Before he could think, a beam of white light flew over and struck his temple instantly.

The strange little Japanese man was instantly dizzy and fainted. The bloodhound dragged his body without making much noise.

Another Japanese soldier who was resting in bed received the same treatment and fainted.

Zhou Ming quickly arrived downstairs, placed his hand on his chest near his heart, and instantly activated his ability.

Three ordinary Japanese soldiers died instantly. Zhou Ming grabbed one with each hand and supported the other with his foot to prevent him from making too much noise.

"These ordinary Japanese soldiers are easier to deal with," Zhou Ming muttered to himself as he looked at them.

The Reverse Blood Explosion Technique is a pure rookie killer ability, a harvester of the weak.

It's an instant kill for ordinary people without Qi protection, but that doesn't mean it's useless for people with Qi protection.

Zhou Ming's strength has increased significantly in the past few months, especially the growth of his Blood Fiend Power, which is also a kind of Qi.

It has reached a level where it can also be effective against targets with ordinary Qi protection.

The situation just now was not one where it could be killed instantly, but for these weaker individuals, it could cause them to experience a sudden heart spasm, accompanied by intense dizziness.

"It's a pity that while our strength has increased so much, the range of this spell has only increased slightly." Zhou Ming dragged the three corpses to the second floor.

When it was first created, the spell had a range of three to five meters. It was absolutely effective within three meters, and its effect weakened beyond three meters until it became completely ineffective beyond five meters.

It's improved a little, about one centimeter, but it's practically the same as no improvement at all.

“That makes sense. If this spell could really increase distance significantly, that tribe wouldn’t have been hiding in the mountains for thousands of years.” A blood-red talisman appeared in Zhou Ming’s palm.

It flew towards one of the strange little devils, merged into his mind from between his eyebrows, and the moment it entered his upper dantian, it began to invade the other two dantian.

Unlike ordinary people, those with extraordinary abilities possess the cultivation and talent of Qi, and can generate blood and evil power without exploiting their life force.

It directly devours and transforms its own Qi, turning it into streams of bloodthirsty power.

When all the Qi was transformed into Blood Fiend Power, the original Blood Fiend Talisman flashed with a dazzling red light.

One after another, illusory figures appeared, forming various shapes and surrounding the Blood Fiend Talisman.

It formed a larger overall cycle, becoming the center of the blood and evil power within the body.

A crimson light flashed on the Blood Demon Soldier's body, and a crimson blade, almost identical to the Blood Fiend Demon Blade, appeared.

This is a low-quality demonic blade formed from the blood and bloodthirsty power condensed from the Blood Demon Soldier.

“Ordinary people transformed into Blood Demon Soldiers cannot activate the Blood Fiend Demon Blade at first. They can only use the abilities of the Four Blood Demons. They are completely cannon fodder. They are indeed not as good as using superhumans as materials.” Zhou Ming’s eyes lit up.

The source of all the Blood Demon Soldiers' abilities is Zhou Ming, and Zhou Ming has now forged four Blood Fiend Demon Blades. The limit that these Blood Demon Soldiers can awaken now is only four inferior Blood Fiend Demon Blades.

"Their abilities are basically the same, but the conversion rate is a bit weaker." Zhou Ming's second Blood Demon Soldier was also converted.

The moment he completed the transformation, he awakened a substandard Blood Fiend Demon Blade.

The two Blood Demon Soldiers stood obediently to the side, awaiting their master's orders.

To save time, Zhou Ming instantly erased their thoughts during the transformation, since the Blood Demon Soldiers only needed to kill to grow stronger.

Moreover, its ultimate purpose is to become a conversion tool, converting the cultivated bloodthirsty power back, so it doesn't require any thought at all.

After a little over ten minutes, the three ordinary people were refined into Blood Fiend Talismans.

"11 minutes and 43 seconds, that's faster than before, almost two minutes now, right?" Zhou Ming looked at the watch on his wrist.

"It seems that for every Blood Fiend Talisman refined, the refining time can be reduced by about one second," Zhou Ming thought to himself.

The Blood Fiend Talisman comprehensively enhances the abilities of the Blood Demon Spell System, and the speed of refining is naturally included in this.

"After refining about 700 more Blood Fiend Talismans, I'll be able to refine a person instantly." A faint red light shone in Zhou Ming's eyes.

The refining time is the same whether it's one person or 100 people.

As long as the power of bloodlust can cover it, it can be refined. However, the power of bloodlust is limited. Before tonight, Zhou Ming's limit of bloodlust power was probably 30 people at a time.

But in reality, it's impossible to do that; even twenty is the limit, because the mental pressure increases with each additional person refining at the same time.