White lotus cultivation system

The streets are always especially empty late at night, and the taxi driver, urged by Uncle Bing, quickly parked his car in the community where Uncle Bing and Han Yi lived temporarily.

He took out the key and opened the door. Han Yi, who had led people to annex the Scarlet Blood Hall, returned earlier than him. The light in the living room was on. When the young man heard the sound of the door opening, he hurriedly stuffed a booklet in his hand under the sofa cushion. Clenched a fist in one hand, coughed lightly to cover up, stood up and greeted him.

"I'm back," Han Yi tried his best to soften his always stern face, showing a "gentle and sweet smile", but for the young man who had just bloodbathed other gangs and still carried a strong evil spirit, this Undoubtedly it belongs to the category of failure to show cuteness: "I bought supper, let's eat together?"

"Well, good." Although the hellhound's smile can scare mortals to death, it is very cute in the eyes of the devil. Because of this special physique, Uncle Bing was miraculously cured by Han Yi.

At this time, the system prompts that the progress has reached 55%.

Hearing this, the beautiful boy who was eating char siew pastry couldn't help but stop.

"What's the matter, isn't it to your liking?" Han Yi, who was sitting opposite, asked nervously. According to the booklet Zhou Jing gave him called "How to Become a Good Attacker", it clearly stated "You must not be eating while eating." Treat my beloved shou badly,” Han Yi doesn’t know how to cook, so he can only fulfill his wish by searching for delicious food and packing them home.

"No, no, it's delicious." Uncle Bing swallowed the food quickly.

Although guessing based on all the previous signs, the system's "solution" that claims to be able to "erase" him may not work for him, but this is just a guess, and he still needs to do something just in case.

There is also the matter of the pocket watch to be explained to him.

While Uncle Bing was thinking about it, Han Yi put a hand on the table into his palm.

The young man said: "Just ask what you want, we are lovers now, you and I don't have to be polite, from tonight, no one in City A will do anything to us."

Without waiting for the person on the other side to respond, Han Yi added excitedly based on what was said in the pamphlet: "Let's prepare to move, and buy a comfortable and spacious villa. The two of us will live together... you can buy furniture or something." Come... choose..."

While talking, the young man fell down on the table and did not move.

Seeing Han Yi collapsed in front of him, Uncle Bing's expression changed, and he quickly reached out to put his hand under the opponent's nose. When the touch in his hand showed that the opponent was breathing evenly, he was slightly relieved.

"This is...?" Li Mohuai asked in surprise.

"Spiritual power was collected successfully, and the target fell into a forced coma." The system's voice sounded: "Analyzing... The quality of mental power: excellent, worth collecting."

"Didn't it mean that the 'intimacy' between me and the other party can be collected?" Uncle Bing wondered: "Why is he being collected before I do anything?"

"Who said you didn't do it," the system said, "Then what are you doing with your left hand?"

Mr. Mercenary looked down and saw that his left hand was held in the palm of the young man: "...that counts?!"

"That's not counted?" The system asked back.

"I thought it would be..." Uncle Bing was speechless.

"What do you want, Sao Nian?" the system asked eccentrically.

"..." When the beautiful young man was asked such a question, his old face rarely showed a trace of embarrassment.

"What are you thinking?" Li Mohuai asked curiously.

"Cough, it's nothing," Uncle Bing coughed falsely. With the background of the little white flower boy, he felt more and more that his previous thoughts were too dark and dirty, which did not conform to the small and fresh style of this book. Jiecao, who fell on the ground, mourned for half a second, and then changed the subject forcefully and rudely: "How is Han Yi doing now, does it matter?"

The system replied: "He has been harvested mental power, and now the mental power in the brain is lower than normal, so the body function is forced to fall into a coma."

"Drowsy?" Uncle Bing asked nervously, "Will he wake up?"

"Yes. Depending on the amount of mental power loss, the length of the drowsiness varies, but usually it will not exceed a week." The system said.

"How much spiritual power was sucked away from him just now?"

"About a tenth."

"According to what you said, if it is lower than the normal value, he will fall into a coma... Then his mental power will recover during the coma? Otherwise, he won't be able to wake up." Mr. Mercenary pondered.

"That's right, you are very good at grasping the key points." The system explained: "The mental power will indeed return to normal during the drowsiness. But there are two points that need to be explained. First, if the amount of mental power loss is too large, the opponent will continue to The chance to fall into a coma is too late to be brain-dead and burp."

"Second, although there are differences, one of the characteristics of spiritual power can be compared here with the metaphor of cell division. There is a limit value for the number and number of cell division and regeneration in a person's life. Split again. Similarly, although mental power can be restored, after reaching a certain number of times, the ability to restore will be lost, and the only thing waiting for the target is brain death."

Uncle Bing took a deep breath, picked up the young man who had fallen on the table, kicked open the bedroom door and put him on the bed: "So, the mental power absorbed this time is not too much?"

Li Mohuai interjected: "I have long found that the more proud the system is, the less talkative it is, so I guess he is now able to absorb mental energy and suck his whole body comfortably."

"Hey, I'm not collecting yang to replenish yang. What do you mean by 'breathing the whole body comfortably'? I said, I'm just a collector! Do collectors understand, those spiritual powers don't belong to me!" Yes, I saw that you were dying, so I showed mercy and resolved your doubts, okay?"

Seeing that the topic was getting more and more crooked, the calm and serious Mr. Mercenary hurriedly brought the question back: "So how much mental power would be dangerous if you lose it all at once?"

The system sneered: "Generally, if it exceeds 40%, it will be directly brain-dead."

"What does how much absorption have to do with it?" Uncle Bing asked immediately: "As it is now, just shaking hands will make people faint, isn't it too exaggerated? Then everyone will know that I have a problem, right? From your point of view, your collection work is not so simple."

The system replied: "There are many factors to consider! First of all, this is the first time that the target person has been collected, isn't he used to it for a while... After being sucked a lot in the future, he will get used to it, and it will not be so easy to faint. Secondly, the target person When a character performs an "intimate action" with you, the richer and more intense the inner feelings, the more spiritual power will be absorbed. Also, the higher the limit level of this "intimate action", the more absorbed. The last point is that there is Maybe the target person is too weak, imaginary and impatient.”

"..." Mr. Mercenary subconsciously decided not to put the last possibility on Han Yi. Since this is the case, well, here comes another problem——

What was Han Yi thinking when he held his hand just now?It was so intense that just by holding hands, a lot of mental power was sucked away and passed out.

He silently lamented for his pathetic relationship, he looked down at the young man sleeping soundly on the bed, stretched out his fingers to caress the handsome face of the other party, but thought of such a 'collector' on his body, finally still He stopped at a distance of one centimeter from Han Yi, and then stood up.

He took out the silver pocket watch he took from Ye Fei from his pocket, and with a little force on his fingers, the pocket watch opened in response, revealing the delicate dial, and the watch with the mechanical inner core turned the hands dutifully.

Uncle Bing found a pen and paper, and simply left a message, mentioning the rights represented by the pocket watch and the information of the mercenary group. Naples, Italy is a place where people can eat people without spit out bones, and the mercenary group is even more peaceful.

To be honest, when he first started, he really taught Han Yi with the intention of letting Han Yi use it for him, but now he is actually not very willing to let young people take risks... After all, the relationship between the two is different .

But now he can't control so much, his own situation is so complicated, he can't contact the original members of the mercenary group, and there is no one around him who can be more useful, so he can only repeatedly ask Han Yi in the message, wait until After the power grows strong enough to shake Europe, proceed carefully and don't put yourself in it.

And the most important point, if he didn't take the initiative to come back, then there must be a reason to do so, don't start looking for him, otherwise your life will be in danger. (When he solves this 'collector system', he can come back with peace of mind, otherwise, maybe this system will directly kill Han Yi)

Press the pocket watch on the message paper, the system prompts that the loading level is 78%.

After explaining the good thing, Uncle Bing sent a text message to Zhou Jing, asking him to take care of the sleeping boss, then put on his coat and left the rental house. He planned to avoid it for a while, and if according to his plan, he would rush back if he was fine afterwards. Leaving a message is useless, if something happens to him... at least that message will properly arrange the future for him.

"Let me see her again...may be the last time." Li Mohuai begged.

"Okay." Mr. Mercenary nodded.

When he arrived at the hospital, it was 92% loaded.

"Do you want to go in and talk to her?"

"No need," the boy said, "I'm already very satisfied to see her safe and sound."

"I will be discharged from the hospital tomorrow," Uncle Bing said, "I will take good care of her for you."

"I also believe that you can do it better than me."

"99%... Loading is successful." The system's voice sounded: "Finally, the game is over, go to hell!"

Uncle Bing felt as if a trampoline had been installed in his mind, and he was bounced away from it. He tried his best to concentrate on stabilizing his consciousness, barely maintaining the connection with his body. He didn't feel much pain, but he couldn't Controlling his body again, he fell down.

……

"Successful erasure of mental power! The collector is leaving... 10%..." The system smiled triumphantly, and made a strange voice: "It seems that they are all dead! Baa chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp!! Resist the system It's not going to end well!"

Uncle Bing asked: "... Li Mohuai, are you still there?"

Did not wait for the boy's voice, but heard the system (°o°): "You you you you you you... why are you still here! You are not dead?!"

"I've let you down, I'm not dead." Uncle Bing sighed.

"How is it possible!" The system's voice was exasperated: "Obviously the solution is to 'directly kill the mental power of the White Lotus player', why is Li Mohuai's deity dead but you are not dead!"

"Because I'm no longer the actor of the White Lotus." Mr. Mercenary rarely felt the dark feeling of bullying mentally handicapped children in his heart: "I found that when I was an actor, you didn't care about me. You have always used honorific terms for titles, but after you tricked Li Mohuai into playing the role of the White Lotus, you stopped using honorific terms for me, but for him."

"In addition, combined with the fact that after he asks you a question, even if you are unwilling, you have to answer it directly, but he is indifferent to me. It can be seen that Li Mohuai should have the exclusive authority of certain actors, and I do not have this authority. , indicating that two people cannot be co-actors at the same time."

"Unexpectedly, it turned out to be like this!" The system was shocked: "I thought it would be better if there were as many actors as possible..."

"A system is just a bunch of programs after all."

"You!" The system was about to say something, but it reported a prompt: "The collector is detaching... 80%..."

"Oh," Mr. Mercenary smiled: "Goodbye—see you again!"

"No!——I won't make it easy for you!" The system screamed: "Damn it! I want to lock this body! Don't even try to use it!... 95%"

"100%...!" The system's voice disappeared after a long tail.

Mr. Mercenary felt something pop out of his mind, and he tried to control his unconscious body with his consciousness. He found that this body was still functioning, whether it was pulse or breathing, and he was slightly relieved.

Time, as long as he is given enough time, he believes that this body can be used by him.

【Legend Creator of the Lower Part】