I can find treasures in my dreams

Chapter 167 Rapid Progress

Vigo town.

Yang Fan used his muscle control powers, put on a new face, and quietly entered Weig Town.

This time it’s no longer white.

But an ethnic minority with slightly brown skin.

The chest muscles are bulging high, and there is a scar on the right side of his face, which looks very unpleasant.

Yang Fan appeared in front of a fast food restaurant, ready to buy some food.

When he killed those JICA agents earlier, he looted a lot of Canadian dollars.

In the spirit of making the most of resources, he plans to spend the money.

Due to the road blockade, there were many more people in the town, and there was rarely a queue in front of the fast food restaurant.

"Damn it, why did the price increase again!"

"Prices are rising faster and faster. If this continues, I will starve to death."

"Last time the Azure Palace said it wanted to control prices, these people are all liars, they talk like farts."

There were a lot of complaints among the people waiting in line.

Faced with many dissatisfied customers, the clerk explained in succession: "Everyone, the price of ingredients has increased significantly now. You will know when you go to the supermarket and take a look. Our store is already operating at a low profit."

Yang Fan glanced at the blackboard on the wall.

The cheapest meal is a burger, French fries, and a glass of water.

The price is - 23.5 Canadian dollars.

The current exchange ratio between the Canadian dollar and the Xia yuan is almost 1:4.5.

23.5 Canadian dollars is equal to 105.75 Xia dollars.

Yang Fan still remembers that Daxia recently opened a national chain of fast food restaurants in order to meet the needs of the people.

The name is - Jinmai Gate.

After all, not every family can cook every day. There are always people who have to eat out for various reasons.

Jinmaimen also offers a cheap set meal of burgers, fries and water, priced at only 16 Xia Yuan.

The people of Daxia call it - the poor man's meal.

Compare the income again.

The income of Daxia people is 2,500 Xia yuan, which can buy 156 poor people's meals.

The per capita income of the Carmenis is 2,200 Canadian dollars, equivalent to 9,900 summer dollars, but they can only buy 94 poor meals.

It's obvious.

The living standards of the Daxia people are actually much better than those of the Carmeni people.

Yang Fan thought of the comments on the Internet, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

He still remembered that when Daxia implemented a comprehensive rationing system, there were a lot of critical voices on the Internet.

Many people use the example of Carmeni Federation to prove that the seed oil market is a better choice.

Now the facts have slapped him in the face.

This is a seed oil for a few people, but it is not a seed oil for most people.

soon.

Yang Fan lined up at the window.

He took out a wad of bills and said gruffly: "Fifty burgers and French fries combo!"

The clerk was a little surprised: "Sir, can you eat so much?"

Yang Fan said with a cold face: "This is none of your business. It's not like I won't pay."

He counted out more than a thousand Canadian dollars and placed them on the counter.

The clerk looked at the scar on his face and swallowed: "Okay, sir, I'll prepare it for you."

Someone behind was dissatisfied.

Several voices rang.

“Man, there’s so many people lined up right now.”

"Is it appropriate for you to buy so much by yourself?"

Yang Fan turned his head and showed a fierce expression: "I eat a lot, what's the problem?"

His eyes flashed with fierceness, and he clenched his fists tightly, as if he was ready to hit someone at any time.

A strong man was very dissatisfied: "You can't just care about yourself, you have to consider other people, right?"

This guy strode over and reached out to grab Yang Fan's collar.

Yang Fan quickly stretched out a finger and poked the strong man.

The strong man felt a sharp pain in his chest, screamed in pain, and took several steps back.

The guy rubbed his chest and finally said nothing and left in despair.

Yang Fan hummed again: "I want to buy as much as I want. This is my seed oil, do you understand?"

No one dared to speak.

A few seconds passed.

A person in line asked: "Staff, how many hamburger and fries combos do you have in the store?"

The clerk checked it and reported a number: "There are too many people today and there is not enough stock. There are still fifty-eight copies."

The complaints started again.

"What the hell!"

"So few?"

Yang Fanquan pretended not to hear, and just watched the clerk busy preparing food.

The clerk opened the oven, took out the baked bread, and stuffed the prepared food into it, and a burger was ready.

Yang Fan glanced at the oven, and suddenly an idea flashed in his mind: "By the way, the Law of Life can also be used for heating."

When a pathogen invades the human body, the immune system will actively increase the body temperature, making it difficult for the pathogen to survive.

This is the core principle of fever.

Yang Fan felt that it was easy to do this with the power of the Life Law.

With a thought in his mind, he quietly issued an order.

dozens of kilometers away.

In total darkness.

"Boom! Boom!"

A huge figure was running hard in the wilderness.

It is the destroyer.

Not long ago.

This monster awakened part of its individual consciousness and got rid of supernatural control methods.

The saboteur instinctively realizes that he must hide, otherwise he will be found by the captor.

It took advantage of the cover of night and hid in a dense forest.

Unfortunately, the monster was still found by the Carmenians.

"Hu~hu~"

The sound of propellers kept coming from the sky.

Several thick beams of light fell from the sky, closely following the footsteps of the saboteur.

"roar!"

The saboteur roared angrily, but there was nothing he could do with the helicopter.

A few seconds passed.

The monster's footsteps suddenly stagnated, and its speed also slowed down a bit.

"Ta! Ta!"

The gunship's machine gun spat out fierce fire snakes.

The Destroyer raised his left arm as quickly as possible and blocked the top of his head with a thick black bone shield.

The 25mm-caliber artillery shell exploded when it hit the ground, sending up dust all over the sky.

The bone shield carried by the saboteur was also hit by two cannonballs.

"Boom! Boom!"

The shell exploded.

However, only two small pits were blasted out on the surface of the bone shield.

The saboteur was fine at all and was still running fast.

in the sky.

In another medium utility helicopter.

The eyes of a hook-nosed superpower were shining with a faint light as he stared at the figure of the destroyer carefully.

This is obviously a vision-related power.

He watched the monster knock down a tree and expressed admiration: "This thing is really powerful. It can even be fired by a machine gun as if nothing happened."

The hooked nose paused and then said: "If the Mountain of Gods produces ten saboteurs, maybe they can kill the ghosts of Great Xia."

Another bearded superpower sitting next to him nodded: "The Divine Inquisition decided to develop the Destroyer just to deal with the ghosts of Great Xia."

A few seconds passed.

The hooked nose suddenly felt something was wrong: "It's strange, why do I feel a little hot?"

The bearded man also noticed something unusual: "I'm a little hot too."

It's not just them.

Several soldiers in the cabin and the pilot in the cockpit also began to feel hot.

"Sir, I'm so hot!"

"I'm sweating all over!"

These soldiers were just ordinary people, with almost no resistance to supernatural powers, and their body temperature rose very quickly.

The hooked nose turned to look at the three soldiers in the right back row, and found that their faces were red and there were big beads of sweat on their foreheads.

Worst of all, their consciousness slips into a blur.

The aquiline nose suddenly made a thump in his heart.

He felt his body getting hotter and hotter, but his heart felt cold.

This helicopter cannot be saved!

It's over!

In order to avoid the attacks of saboteurs, the helicopter flew at an altitude of 800 meters.

Even for a person with strong physical abilities, the probability of surviving a fall from this height is not very high.

Sure enough.

The pilot soon fell into coma, the helicopter lost control and began to lose altitude rapidly.

"Dip! Dip!"

The piercing siren has already sounded.

This is a reminder to raise the height.

The hook-nosed man shouted decisively: "Quickly jump out of the plane!"

He unbuckled his seat belt without hesitation, pushed his feet hard on the floor, and jumped out.

Bearded Beard knew that this was a matter of life and death and made the same choice.

Because if you jump out of the plane now, you still have a chance of survival. If you fall with the helicopter, you will definitely die.

The hooked nose fell from the sky and subconsciously glanced at the destroyer.

He immediately saw this burly monster raising his right hand high and pointing it at the falling helicopter.

The hooked nose was a little unbelievable: "Could this be the work of the saboteur? I don't think I've ever heard that this thing has this ability!"

soon.

One after another, helicopters were hit and quickly fell from the sky.

"boom!"

Accompanied by thunder.

Fierce flames lit up the night sky.

Hook-nosed was very lucky and narrowly escaped.

He landed on top of a tall tree, and the branches buffered him, slowing down his fall a lot.

Although he was seriously injured in the fall and one leg and an arm were broken, at least his life was saved.

Hook-nosed also saw that the beard hit the ground like a stone.

There is no doubt about it.

The beard is dead.

Hundreds of kilometers away.

Mountain of the Gods.

The shocking news that the team hunting the saboteurs had been completely wiped out quickly reached here.

"I'm so hot!"

"It's so hot!"

Leader Jeremy listened to the voice in the audio and looked at the footage captured by the drone, his face extremely gloomy.

He remembered the information explained by the alien guests and whispered softly: "Could this be a kind of undead curse of the 'Destroy the Cursed Corpse Clan'?"

The high-level warrior said that the Curse-Destroying Corpse Tribe is best at all kinds of weird undead curses.

This type of curse has a common feature, which is to drastically change the physical state of the target, with the victim ranging from serious injuries to death.

The soldiers' body temperature rose sharply and they fell into coma in a very short period of time. This looked like an undead curse.

Jeremy thought for a while and decided to meet Master Wanshan and ask him for confirmation.

Five minutes later.

Jeremy saw a strange darkness again.

"quack!"

An extremely harsh and unpleasant laughter came from the darkness.

Wan Shan said: "Your judgment is correct. The opponent is most likely the Curse-Destroying Corpse Clan. It should be casting a temperature-changing curse."

Jeremy said sincerely: "Lord Wanshan, we need your help."

He added: "Of course, according to the previous agreement, we will pay enough."

Wanshan Lion opened his mouth: "This is a warrior of the Curse Corpse Clan. The opponent's ability is very strange. I need three times the reward!"

Jeremy gritted his teeth: "As you wish."

Wanshan's tone was a little more satisfied: "I will help you deal with the Curse Corpse Clan, but all the spoils belong to me."

Jeremy said readily: "Of course!"

Weige Town.

Yang Fan found an uninhabited attic and quietly moved in.

While chewing on a hamburger, he muttered: "The taste is much worse than the hamburger in Daxia."

Yang Fan looked at the destroyer from a distance, feeling quite satisfied.

The new method learned from the law of life is more useful than expected.

After a few seconds.