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Chapter 84 Gou Daozhong's Leg!

"What are you doing?"

"Tell me, what exactly are you two doing?"

Xu Yuan slumped into his chair, glancing at his left hand, which was pretending nothing had happened, then looking at his legs, where even one slipper had disappeared, his face full of heartache: "I thought my left hand was already crazy enough, but I didn't expect there to be an even bigger one. What the hell are you doing?"

He recalled his bizarre behavior on the street just now, and then thought of Yu Hanqiu's blank expression. He was so embarrassed that he frantically dug his toes into the ground, wishing he could dig a three-bedroom apartment out of the spot.

This time is different from before; he showed his face, and even his name was exposed, so he can't find someone to shift the blame.

"Sigh, whatever." With things as they are, Xu Yuan could only sigh helplessly. "I'll just stay home these next couple of days and not go out."

Fortunately, there was no one else on that road at the time, only Yu Hanqiu. Maybe she would leave in a few days, and then it wouldn't be awkward if we didn't run into each other.

After comforting himself for a while, Xu Yuan felt much better. He suddenly remembered something and, looking at his legs, casually asked, "By the way, when did you wake up?"

A line of light gray characters slowly appeared in the void.

[Thirty-seven days ago]

"Thirty-seven days ago?" Xu Yuan calculated the time and was taken aback. "That's the same time you woke up with Zuo Shou, so why haven't you made a sound?"

[Your legs indicate: As a true practitioner of the art of survival, one must not easily reveal one's whereabouts or attract anyone's attention before one's own strength is fully developed.]

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A question mark slowly rose above Xu Yuan's head as he said incredulously, "You're really damn sneaky, aren't you? You couldn't even find out from me?"

His toes touched the ground furtively, without making a sound, as if he were nodding.

"——."

Xu Yuan was speechless for a moment, completely impressed by those legs that were so incredibly shameless.

"That's not right." He quickly frowned and questioned again, "You said you wouldn't attract anyone's attention, but weren't you quite conspicuous on the street just now?"

Your legs indicate: As a true survivor, understanding how to assess the situation is fundamental to survival. When facing deadly danger, the risk of temporary exposure is far less than the loss of life from blindly avoiding it. Staying away from desperate situations and preserving one's life is the first principle of survival.

"Tsk tsk." Xu Yuan couldn't help but click his tongue. "You're terrified of even a one percent chance. You really are a coward."

He glanced at his restless left hand, then looked down at his timid legs, and sighed deeply: "A mentally challenged left hand and a cunning leg—with such a pair of unparalleled talents, how can I, Xu Yuan, not become famous throughout the world?"

In a daze, he saw various scenes of his own social demise, and a wave of sorrow washed over him, making even the fragrant braised pork trotters in his hand tasteless.

For the rest of the day, apart from leaving the agreed-upon food at the door of room 404, Xu Yuan didn't go anywhere and stayed home obediently.

He originally intended to hand the items to Tongtong in person, but he couldn't find the little girl, so he had no choice but to give up, leave the items at the door, and return home.

During his time at home, he wasn't idle. He patiently and sternly reprimanded his legs for a long time, finally managing to reach an agreement with them: unless faced with a high-risk, fatal situation that crossed the line, his legs would never move on their own, which finally put him at ease.

Having resolved the issue of controlling his legs, Xu Yuan had some free time and a strong sense of curiosity arose within him. He began to seriously study the capabilities of his legs.

After his left hand awakened, it gave him immense power. However, although his legs awakened at the same time as his left hand, they had been dormant for so long and had never displayed any special abilities except for his previous uncontrolled run. This left him full of doubts.

However, considering the nature of its legs as "the legs of the sneaky path", Xu Yuan stroked his chin and pondered to himself that its ability was most likely related to "survival", "concealment" and "risk avoidance", after all, these were obsessions engraved in its instincts.

Thinking of this, Xu Yuan immediately got up, intending to test it step by step.

He first stood in the center of the living room and tried to silently recite the instructions in his mind to mobilize a little strength in his legs. However, after standing for a long time, apart from his legs being slightly tense, there was nothing unusual.

I tried several different methods, but none of them worked.

"Could I have guessed wrong?"

Xu Yuan looked puzzled and slowly walked around the room. When he reached a dark spot where the furniture blocked the light, a strange aura suddenly spread slowly from his legs to his whole body.

"Um?"

Xu Yuan's heart stirred, and he subconsciously looked up at a mirror not far away.

Seeing myself in the mirror, my outline was noticeably faded, and the edges were slightly blurry, as if covered by a thin layer of mist. If I glanced at it, I would subconsciously ignore it and find it difficult to focus on it intentionally.

"It really works!" Xu Yuan's eyes lit up with joy. "So hiding in the shadows can make my presence less noticeable?"

He was excited and subconsciously moved his feet. With this tiny movement, the blur in the mirror instantly disappeared, and the figure became clear again.

"The effect disappears as soon as you move? It seems that the stealth effect disappears once the state of stillness is broken." Xu Yuan frowned slightly. "In that case, its practicality will be greatly reduced."

Just then, a line of light gray text appeared in the void:

Your legs are deeply disappointed in you. Walk the path stealthily, focusing on posture. Solidify your steps, conceal your clumsiness—this is the true essence of the stealthy path.

"What do you mean?"

Xu Yuan was stunned on the spot, staring at the line of elegant and serious words, unable to come back to his senses for a long time.

Stealthy path? Footwork solidified? Body posture concealing its flaws?

It sounds like a profound martial arts manual, but the more I think about it, the more something seems off.

He first struck the pose of a martial arts master from a TV series, straightening his back and focusing his energy in his dantian, imitating an assassin holding his breath. Then he imitated a ninja's sidestep and lowered his center of gravity, sometimes leaping on tiptoe like a wall-climbing warrior, sometimes sideways against the wall like a secret guard. His poses were flashy and cool, but he didn't trigger any concealment aura at all.

"This posture is wrong too—" Xu Yuan became more and more confused as he tried, and his movements gradually went from elegant to comical.

He lowered his head and pondered for a moment, then suddenly recalled the dog's furtive nodding and extremely lewd behavior earlier, and his heart skipped a beat: "Could it be—no way?"

Xu Yuan's expression shifted with conflicting emotions, but he finally gritted his teeth and decided to give it a try.

He tried to follow the instinct of his legs, slightly arching his back, lightening his steps, deliberately slowing down the speed of lifting and landing his legs, and using the least amount of force in his body, adopting a cautious, stealthy posture as if afraid of being discovered.

At first, he felt awkward and stiff all over, but when he fully followed the instinct of his legs and assumed this posture, a clear warm current instantly flowed from his legs throughout his body, enveloping him completely.

The next second, something amazing happened.

Xu Yuan clearly sensed that he seemed to have become one with his surroundings, and his originally distinct presence was rapidly diminishing.

Looking in the mirror again, his figure had become significantly blurred, almost merging with the shadow. If one did not open their eyes wide and stare closely, it would be impossible to tell that it was a person. His aura was suppressed to an extremely low level, and his presence plummeted.

After repeated testing, he discovered that remaining still and hiding in the shadows provides the basic concealment effect; adopting a stealthy posture and stepping out of the shadows significantly reduces one's presence even in bright light; and the combination of shadows and postures allows one to maintain strong concealment even when moving.

"Is that interesting?"

Xu Yuan was overjoyed, and his eyes lit up instantly.

Although the dog's furtive posture was truly unsightly, making it look like a dog thief and completely inconsistent with the glorious image it wanted to maintain, its undeniable stealth effect was a veritable magic weapon for surviving danger and avoiding trouble.

The only downside is that the pose is too comical. Under normal circumstances, it can only be used secretly in the dark. If it is exposed in public, it will probably lead to social death.

Having thoroughly grasped the capabilities of his legs, Xu Yuan's frustration dissipated considerably, and he immediately had other ideas.

"Since I'm just idling at home anyway, I might as well go visit my neighbors on the fourth floor."

He was itching to find out more. Usually at this time, he would stay home and train, never going out to investigate. He was quite curious about these elusive neighbors.

Thinking this, Xu Yuan immediately put it into action. He deliberately adopted a stealthy, dog-like posture, using the concealment ability of his legs to move very lightly, silently turning the door lock and slipping into the dimly lit corridor.

As he walked to the middle of the corridor, his gaze suddenly sharpened.

A black mongrel dog, its fur not perfectly smooth but full of life, slowly walked out of the door of room 41.

The dog's ears stood erect and tense, its face full of vigilance. It took small, shuffling steps, its back arched and waist hunched, its head bowed and its feet tiptoeing. Its cautious and fearless manner was exactly the same as Xu Yuan's stealthy posture at this moment, even the rhythm of its footsteps was exactly the same.

It looked around warily, seemingly looking at something. Suddenly, its nostrils twitched rapidly, as if it had caught a sniff. Its head, which had been hanging low, snapped up, and its dark eyes locked onto Xu Yuan's direction.

The man and the dog locked eyes, their identical stealthy poses catching each other's attention, and the atmosphere instantly froze.

Xu Yuan: "————"

Stray dog: "————"