global pollution

"What kind of strange belief is this?"

Xia Ren looked at it for a while, but didn't see any tricks, and then stopped paying attention to the statue.

He came here mainly to find that transcendent thing that can suppress fungal parasitism.

The almost frenzied fleeing and fighting just now made him infected with nerve fungi in many parts of his body, especially the tentacles, which are more serious. It's just because the time is short now and the fungi have not proliferated to a certain extent. It is estimated that he will not be able to find a way to get rid of them at night. , once the problem broke out, Xia Ren would completely lose his ability to fight, and then there was really nothing he could do.

It can be said that he has now entered the countdown.

The crotch is a bit chilly, and I don't feel comfortable with it, but the clothes that can be found in the small town are basically worn by others. Xia Ren is a bit of a clean freak, so I still pay more attention to this aspect.

Moreover, there are fungi everywhere here, and it is easy to cause infection if you wear clothes casually. Anyway, there are no other people, so he just stays naked.

The tentacles on the back of Xia Ren's head rolled up the gasoline barrel and searched the church, searching all the places where things could be hidden.

But sadly, nothing.

He went to the back of the church, the collapsed residence where the priest lived, put down the oil drum, and swept away the garbage with his tentacles, but he also found nothing suspicious.

The body of the woman who committed suicide with a pistol was still lying under the rubble. Xia Ren squatted down and noticed something strange.

At such a close distance, the pistol bullets only penetrated into her brain, and did not penetrate from the other side. The hardness of this skull is somewhat beyond ordinary people.

Xia Ren suddenly thought that the real estate agency had speculated that the town was polluted, and there might be an association behind it. Maybe this woman was one of the members of the association.

The woman's eyes were open, and her eyes were severely congested, turning all blood red, and there was a trembling smile at the corner of her mouth.

Xia Ren originally wanted to take a photo of her and hand it over to the foundation for identification when the matter was over, but his mobile phone and all his belongings had been lost in the flames while looking for the gasoline barrel, so he had no choice but to give up.

He groped around the woman and found nothing but some money.

But having said that, the clothes on the woman's body were fairly clean, and she didn't look infected by fungi, so the clothes were at most just stained with some dust.

Xia Ren was caught in a tangle for a while.

"what!"

He suddenly slapped his head and remembered another thing.

"dice."

The dice also fell into the flames.

"But what to do, I can't find that transcendent thing anywhere."

Xia Ren opened his mouth slightly and looked up at the sky.

No one could answer his questions, no one could give him advice.

The flames are still burning, and they are spreading very fast. Most of the entire town has been swallowed by the flames, so that the sky above the town is gradually shrouded in gray and black smoke.

The sun was about to set, Xia Ren's eyes flickered, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

After standing there for a few seconds, he sighed and made a decision.

Xia Ren put the oil barrel on the spot, and then went straight to the direction where the mobile phone and dice were left.

Most of the streets here were impassable because of the flames, but he didn't care.

The surviving pagans hid far away, quietly observing Xia Ren's movements. For some reason, although the flames would soon engulf the entire town, they chose to stay here instead of leaving.

Xia Ren didn't care about these surviving heretics, but he stretched out his tentacles and absorbed all the corpses of heretics he met along the way.

The distortion is so great that every heretic can bring Xia Ren an income of [-] to [-] achievement points.

And every time he absorbs one, he can feel the strength in his body recover a little bit.

"It seems that my guess is not wrong."

Xia Ren once met the Qiuqiu who rode Bayaki, and they could use spells called "Viri's Seal" and "Spiritual Body Razor". Under Yi Zhiyu's explanation, he knew for the first time Magic concept.

From then on, Xia Ren had a vague suspicion that it was the origin of achievement points.

After going through so many incidents, he has gradually understood that the system is not a bug of this world, and even has very limited capabilities. Although he still does not know who arranged the appearance of the system and what its purpose is, any power has a source. If you want to get it Some things require a price to be paid.

Mana can be understood as the energy stored in the body.

In addition to being able to do a small amount of tasks to obtain achievement points, most of them still need to be increased by sealing up infected bodies and pollutants. This also makes a bold guess that achievement points may be the energy obtained from these pollutants. In essence, It is the same thing as magic power, but the expression form and name are different, but the function is basically the same.

There was no chance before, but now this guess was finally confirmed by Xia Ren.

Achievement points are equal to magic power. Tentacles absorb pollutants and transform their power into their own magic power.

"It's really an evil practice."

Xia Ren laughed unconsciously. Fortunately, at first he thought he was doing something righteous and saving the world, but in the end he just systematically used deceitful statements, deliberately confusing concepts, to cover up the truth, and actually sealed the infection. The body is just to accumulate magic power for itself.

It's just that Mingshui, Mingzhu, old seals and physical crowbars are all things that can be exchanged from the system. Regarding this point, Xia Ren still can't figure out how the system operates.

These pagans are full of neural fungi, and while absorbing their power, the speed at which the fungus spreads on their bodies will also intensify.

Xia Ren knew this, but didn't care.

He needs strength now.

Walking on the burning street, the huge tentacles flipped and rolled up the corpses of heretics one by one. After absorbing the energy, they threw them into the flames.

Xia Ren forgot how many corpses he had devoured. He only knew that on the system page, his achievement points had skyrocketed to more than [-].

He walked into the flames, found the dice, and temporarily stuffed it into the tentacle's suction cup. As for the phone, it had been burned to ashes.

Large areas of bacterial plaque tightly adhered to Xia Ren's skin, making him look a little scary, and the tentacles that had been in close contact with the heretics were even more horrible, almost completely covered by bacterial plaque.

The pain eroded Xia Ren's sanity, but his strength temporarily reached an unprecedented height, even beyond the peak period.

He took a deep breath, then jumped up suddenly, and with a whistling sound, he jumped towards the direction outside the town.

……

……

On the edge of the town, in the cemetery.

The dense tombstones fell together scatteredly, and the ground that was originally covered with grass and grass was full of potholes everywhere, and it was full of opened coffins, and all the bones inside were dragged out.

The stench of decaying corpses permeates the air, making people sick. The priest's majestic body nearly three meters is squatting in the soil at the moment, and his thick arms are alternately digging an ancient tomb.

Suddenly, he stopped, stood up, and looked back.