Mysterious treasure chest

Chapter 603 Hunger
The Wisdom Fruit is larger than Yang Hao imagined. It looks like a small watermelon, but it is extremely light, and it hardly feels like holding it in your hand.

Yang Hao took the Wisdom Fruit to his mouth and bit it lightly. Unexpectedly, the seemingly thin skin was extremely tough, like old cowhide, and could not be bitten at all.

He had no choice but to take out his dagger and pierce a hole in the peel, and the fruit was filled with a viscous milky white liquid with a strange fragrance.

Yang Hao found a straw and started sucking it like drinking coconut juice. The liquid tasted like nothing in his mouth, it tasted weaker than plain water, and he drank it up quickly.

According to the instructions for use, the remaining peel should not be wasted, otherwise the efficacy of the medicine would be greatly reduced, so Yang Hao could only frowned and swallowed the unusually tough peel into his stomach bit by bit.

hum!
A moment later, Yang Hao's body seemed to have some kind of vibration, and then a raging heat wave erupted in his body, rushing towards his head continuously.

Yang Hao's eyes were darkened, he almost spit out a mouthful of blood, he couldn't stand upright, he fell down on the sofa, his mind was like boiling, and his consciousness was blurred.

In a trance, he felt that his head was inflating rapidly like a balloon, and it seemed to be expanding infinitely. He didn't know when it would be blown up, and his thinking was chaotic.

I don't know how long it took, but Yang Hao suddenly woke up, and found himself lying on the sofa, sweating profusely, as if he had just been fished out of the water.

He stood up with great effort, wanting to take a shower, but found that his legs were like noodles, so limp that he couldn't lift his strength at all.

"This...what the hell is going on here? Doesn't it mean that Wisdom Fruit has no side effects?"

Yang Hao's mind was still a little groggy, and he was very hungry.

After sitting for a while, he managed to recover a little bit of strength, and his mind cleared up a bit, then he picked up the phone unsteadily, asked the hotel to bring up meals for three people, and then staggered to the bathroom.

When he saw his haggard face in the mirror, Yang Hao was startled. Although this face was not his, it was a normal face before, but now it was as thin as a skeleton.

Yang Hao quickly opened his clothes, and was immediately dumbfounded. With two neat rows of ribs and hands and feet as thin as bamboo poles, he was simply an extremely malnourished African refugee.

Another sense of dizziness surged up, Yang Hao almost didn't fall, barely holding on to the wall next to him, he didn't even have the strength to take a shower and change clothes.

Just standing there leaning against the wall for a while, the doorbell rang outside, it was the waiter from the hotel who delivered the food, Yang Hao smiled wryly, he couldn’t see anyone like this, so he could only move out while leaning on the wall, hoarse Shout to the door: "Just put it outside the door, I'll get it myself later."

"Okay, sir." The waiter responded, put down his things and left.

Yang Hao turned on his see-through eyes, and after confirming that there was no one outside the door, he opened the door, bent down with difficulty, and brought the heavy food box into the room.

"Damn it, I'm exhausted. It takes so much effort to hold a food box. I'm about to burp."

Panting heavily, Yang Hao felt more and more hungry, so he hurriedly opened the food box, not caring whether he would choke to death, and swept away the food like a storm.

After eating, he was still extremely hungry, but his overall mental state was obviously much better than before, and he also had some strength. At least he didn't have to lean on the wall to stand still.

Yang Hao went to the bathroom, looked at himself in the mirror, and found that after eating, his face seemed to have grown a little flesh. Looking at his hands and feet, he was no longer skinny. Although he was still skinny, he was much better than before. up.

"Fuck, the efficiency of growing flesh is a bit high. Could it be that what I ate was not the wisdom fruit, but something that mutated the body?"

Yang Hao was a little confused, he felt that his mind was still chaotic, as if the power supply was insufficient, and after just a short while, he felt more and more hungry.

"Well, don't worry about whether the wisdom effect is effective or not. Anyway, I have to fill my stomach first. It seems that I'm sure I'm going to be a fool."

Yang Hao shook his head, picked up the phone and started ordering food again, he didn't care if the waiter might find it strange, he ordered enough food for a small banquet in one go.

When the waiter brought up the food again, Yang Hao handed out a few large denominations of Japanese yen through the crack of the door: "Let's put it outside the door, and here's a tip for you."

The waiter was taken aback. He had never received such a large tip before. He licked his lips and said hesitantly, "Uh, sir, no...you don't need to give so much, it's too much."

Yang Hao coughed twice: "Ahem, it's okay, just take it, maybe I will trouble you to deliver the food later."

The waiter looked puzzled, is this guest having a shameful party?Otherwise, how could he need so many meals by himself, but looking at the tip in front of him, the waiter finally took the money and left without asking anything.

After confirming that the waiter had gone far away, Yang Hao opened the door, pulled the dining car outside the door into the room, and opened his stomach to eat and drink crazily.

After a while, all the food in the dining car was swept away by Yang Hao, but he was only half full, and his hunger was still rushing back, as if his stomach was a black hole.

However, after eating so much food, the effect is also very obvious. Yang Hao feels that most of his strength has returned, and his body has returned to normal. At least he is no longer a skinny African refugee. Although he is still very thin, he is barely there. I can meet people.

"I still have to continue to eat, firstly, to completely restore my normal body, and secondly, the feeling of insufficient energy supply in my head is also relieved, but it is still a little bit worse. If the energy supply is sufficient, maybe I can know whether the wisdom fruit is effective. "

Thinking about it, Yang Hao took a shower, changed his clothes, and went downstairs to a conveyor belt sushi restaurant on the next street. It was not lunch time yet, and there were no customers in the restaurant, and there was no chef behind the counter. Knead sushi.

"Hi sir, is this for dinner?" Hearing the door bell, a short and fat chef came out of the inner room and asked with a smile.

Yang Hao sat in front of the dining table, nodded and said: "Well, let's start quickly, I eat a lot, so you'd better ask two more people to come out and pinch together, otherwise you may not be able to keep up with my eating speed."

puff!
The chef almost spat out a mouthful of old blood, and the corner of his mouth twitched: "Uh, sir, you...are you joking?"

Yang Hao was so hungry that he didn't bother to waste his time, he took out a wad of banknotes, worth more than [-] yen, and threw them on the dining table: "I never joke, this is my meal fee, as long as you can let me I eat as fast as I can, and the rest is a tip."

(End of this chapter)