Dongcheng, Hongjingwan Villa Area.
Yang Fan stood in front of the door of Villa No. 1 and gently rang the visual doorbell hanging on the upper right corner of the door.
"Hey! Who are you? Why are you standing in front of my door?"
A crisp and sweet voice came from the doorbell. She sounded young and even had a hint of milkiness, but her tone of voice was a bit harsh, as if someone owed her a few hundred dollars.
Yang Fan's mouth twitched, whose child is so rude
"Hello, I… "
"How do you know if I'm good or not? You've never seen me? Huh, hypocritical. My mother is right as she said. No man is good!"
Yang Fan: "..."
He was provoking someone. Did this kid take some gunpowder so early in the morning? What are you doing? That's polite. Do you understand politeness
"I… "
"What the hell are you? You have oily hair and a pink face. You are not a good person at first glance. Stay away from our front door, or we will call the security guard!"
Yang Fan felt guilty and swallowed back the harsh words that had just reached his lips.
There was no way. Just now, because he couldn't prove that he knew the owner inside, the security guard of the community refused to let him in. He had no choice but to sneak in over the wall secretly. If the security guard saw it, there would be another fight.
It was all his fault that the policemen at the police station invited him to the station for a surprise interrogation so early in the morning that he didn't even have time to bring his mobile phone and had no way to contact Zhu Caiwei.
He thought that as long as he sneaked in and found the agreed-upon location, he could easily meet Zhu Caiwei and start his bodyguard career earning tens of thousands of dollars a month. From then on, he would reach the pinnacle of his life and no longer have to worry about his livelihood.
Unexpectedly, everything turned out to be unfavorable today, and I encountered such a strange flower when I was about to leave.
what to do? Do you want to force your way in
Yesterday, Zhu Caiwei made an appointment with him at 8:30 in the morning. The time on the doorbell showed 8:29:13. There were only 47 seconds left. If he still couldn't find a way to get in, he would But even if it’s a broken promise.
“On your first day at work, you must not leave a bad impression on your boss by not being punctual!”
Regardless of whether this is a special test before he joins the job, Yang Fan has decided to go all out.
There is no way, all the assets he has now add up to less than a hundred yuan. All the previous savings have turned into food essence and entered his belly. If he doesn't think of ways to make money, today's lunch may be There is no where to go.
After all, no matter how good he is at killing monsters and no matter how fast his strength improves, he still has to face daily survival problems such as eating, drinking, and diarrhea.
Being poor in literature and rich in martial arts is not just talk.
After his transformation, his strength has improved by leaps and bounds. At the same time, his food intake has been several times higher than that of ordinary people. Ordinary vegetarian pasta can no longer meet his gastrointestinal needs. Only meat with high nutrition and energy can truly satisfy his needs. Keeping up with the consumption of his own energy and blood.
To put it simply, he can eat a lot now. He has to eat at least twenty to thirty kilograms of cooked meat in one meal. Moreover, this is only temporary. As his cultivation level increases, this value will become more and more. As you grow older, it is not impossible to eat hundreds of pounds of meat in one meal.
When he breaks through to the level of a martial artist, even ordinary meat may no longer be able to meet his needs. He can only find spiritual fruits and elixirs everywhere, or hunt low-level monsters and cook their flesh and blood in order to keep up with his body's needs. Daily consumption, otherwise the spiritual energy in the body will be forced to deplete, causing the cultivation to stagnate.
"This is the trouble caused by improving your cultivation too quickly."
Yang Fan sighed in his heart. Now he could run, run or kick his legs to increase his energy and blood strength at any time. He couldn't stop even if he wanted to. Just like just now, he just climbed over a wall and his cultivation reached the third level of martial arts. I'm not even mentally prepared. Do you think it's annoying
"Hey! What about you, why don't you leave? I'm warning you, if you don't leave, I will really call the security guard!"
The little girl's voice came from the doorbell again, full of threats.
Yang Fan curled his lips and was too lazy to talk nonsense to her. You have a bad temper and I still suffer from depression. Who is afraid of whom
Turning around and avoiding the surveillance equipment in front of the door, Yang Fan used the Moon Shadow Body Technique he had just learned last night to sneak in, letting his figure gradually disappear into the shadows beside the wall.
"You have performed the Moon Shadow Movement. Your understanding of the Moon Shadow Movement is more thorough, and your skill proficiency has been improved. Movement +1, agility +1."
The wall outside the villa was not high, only about two meters. Yang Fan casually turned over and jumped over the wall. Due to the stealth effect of Yueying's movement, neither the surveillance cameras in the villa nor the workers who were taking care of the lawn found any trace of him.
In just three seconds, Yang Fan passed through the courtyard corridor of more than 30 meters and entered the hall in the center of the villa without anyone noticing.
This was the place Zhu Caiwei made an appointment with him yesterday. He looked up at the ancient pendulum hanging on the wall of the main hall. It was 8:29:35 and he was not late.
There was no one in the living room, and Yang Fan didn't see the eccentric janitor girl. He showed off his figure in a swaggering manner and sat down directly in the reception room on the west side of the living room. There was hot tea prepared on the table, and there was still steaming from the spout of the pot. heat.
Yang Fan poured himself a cup without any politeness at all. While drinking tea, the old man raised his head and looked at the decoration in the hall.
In one word, luxury.
Two words, atmosphere.
Three words, the thief is so rich!
This is life!
Yang Fan sighed in his heart, but he was not very envious, because he knew very well that before long, everything in front of him would become a passing cloud.
No matter how luxurious a villa is, no matter how exquisitely decorated it is, it is just a decoration in the apocalypse. It can neither save your life nor eat or drink. Its safety performance is not even as good as that of an ordinary cave dwelling. It is useless.
In the final analysis, in the apocalypse, one's own strength is the foundation, and everything else is external and insignificant.
Thinking of this, a sense of superiority rose up in my heart, and my eyes that had just been blinded could see the light again.
The advantage of being poor is that at least when the end of the world comes, he will have no villa to throw away, no luxury car to destroy, and no property worth hundreds of millions or tens of billions to spend. His losses will be smaller than those of these rich tycoons. It’s a lot, I don’t feel bad.
Yang Fan plays the game of sour grapes very skillfully. After all, he has been playing it for more than 20 years and has rich experience.
After finishing a cup of tea, Zhu Caiwei was still nowhere to be seen. Yang Fan was not impatient at all. He was the boss, the biggest one, so even if he was late, it was natural.
He picked up the teapot and poured himself another cup, savoring it slowly.
In fact, he can't taste the quality of tea. After all, the tea he drinks the most is iced black tea. Even if you make him a cup of the legendary Dahongpao, he won't think it tastes better than iced black tea.
Now he is sitting here pretending to drink tea, just so that when the boss comes later, he will look more classy.
After a while, the hands on the pendulum clock pointed to eight-fifty, but Zhu Caiwei still hadn't arrived. The living room was still empty, not even a single person. Yang Fan was too lazy to pretend anymore, so he simply crossed his legs and practiced "Basic Breathing".
The hands on the pendulum clock rotated round and round. When its hour hand pointed to nine and the minute hand pointed to twelve, a very sad sound suddenly came from above the living room, where the bedroom on the second floor was. scream.
"Ah~!!"
The scream is thin and sharp, not only extremely penetrating, but also long-lasting.
There is a monster!
Yang Fan was awakened immediately and felt the aura of a monster coming from the second floor. Without saying a word, he jumped up to the second floor, kicked open the door that contained the aura of the monster, and stepped in.
A little girl wearing white bear pajamas huddled tiredly in the corner, holding her head in her hands and burying her head between her knees. She was trembling with fear. The scream just now came from her mouth. Now she heard someone kicking the door. After entering, the screaming suddenly stopped.
The little girl's body was facing away from Yang Fan, and a pink bear embroidered on her back twisted and twisted with the little girl's trembling body, as if making a face at Yang Fan.
Seeing that she was not injured, Yang Fan ignored her and scanned the room with vigilant eyes. He soon focused on the bathroom inside the bedroom, where the scent of the monster came from.
Yang Fan carefully walked over and slowly pushed the bathroom door open a small crack. Then a strong and pungent smell of blood came out from inside. Yang Fan's heart tightened. Could it be that someone had been killed? Already
No longer hesitating, the energy and blood in his body burst out, and Yang Fan forced his way in.
In the bathroom, the imagined battle did not break out. What caught the eye was the body of a fat cat with a length of one meter, lying on its back under the toilet.
The corpse was very fresh, its limbs were spread out and stiff, and there were even slight twitching movements. The neck was torn by something, and there was blood rushing out from the huge gap. It was already dripping all over the ground. What Yang Fan felt The aura of the monster emanates from this fat cat.
This cat turned out to be a real monster beast that had fully awakened its bloodline!
Who, or what, killed it
(End of chapter)