northernbook Chapter 217: Strength Improvement! Becoming a Spy
Chapter 217: Strength Improvement! Becoming a Spy
Twenty days passed in the blink of an eye.
The quiet Xiaofengzhuang slowly wakes up in the morning light.
After a month of heavy snow, it finally stopped.
A gentle breeze blew by, and the dim morning sun shone on the snow-white hills, as if covering the earth with a layer of golden gauze.
The air was terribly cold, and just breathing it in made my trachea hurt.
Plop.
A figure flew over the high wall and landed in the deep snow like a cannonball, leaving a huge hole on the ground.
Then, Chen Changfan slowly stood up from the snow that was more than half a person's height.
The impact of landing brought with it a strong wind, which stirred up a piece of residual snow flying in the air, but it seemed unable to get even half an inch close to Chen Changfan.
"Let's try it out. How effective has the Devouring Technique been in the past twenty days?"
His energy and blood were like the rising sun, vigorous and abundant. His breathing seemed to have a peculiar rhythm, and his speech was full of energy.
Throwing his shirt aside, Chen Changfan stood shirtless in the cold wind, completely unaware of it.
The bronze skin has a metallic luster, which is a sign that the bronze skin has been fully developed.
The muscles all over his body are as twisted and knotted as a dragon, and each muscle contains explosive power.
"drink!"
With a little effort, red flames appeared on the bronze skin.
He was like a piece of red iron in a furnace, emitting scorching heat invisibly.
"The Qi and Health value is starting to slow down after it got stuck. It seems that eating ordinary blood and flesh is no longer enough. I have to find something more rare to try."
Of course, with the Qi and blood values reaching this level, Chen Changfan's physical fitness is no longer what it used to be, and the previous feeling of ecstasy is looming again.
He had a vague premonition that when his Qi and Health value exceeded 50,000, it might be the time for him to ascend to the second level.
His hands were at his sides, a long sword hidden in its sheath.
"Here comes the knife!"
He drew his sword with his right hand, and a five-foot Miao sword suddenly came out of its sheath.
A cold light appears.
The blade is slender and shaped like a seedling.
The whole body is covered with intricate and beautiful patterns, which is a sign of repeated tempering and was made by his own hands.
The blade is three feet and eight inches long, and the handle is one foot and two inches long. It can be held with both hands or with one hand. It can be used as a gun or a knife, which suits him perfectly.
This knife was made based on the perfect blacksmithing skills and represents the highest manufacturing skills of Xiaofeng Village.
"Blood Flame Knife!"
With a low shout, the snow-white blade was covered with a layer of crimson flames, which looked particularly enchanting against the backdrop of the white snow on the ground.
With a flick of his wrist and a casual slash of the knife, a large rock was directly split open.
Another blow of the knife chopped down a big tree, and flames were still burning at the broken end.
call!call!call!
In an instant, several roads were opened up continuously, cutting deep gullies in the snow-covered ground, and wisps of white mist emerged.
Now, the Blood Flame Sword Technique has been perfected, but it still hasn't taken the final step.
It was harder to improve the second-level martial arts than he had imagined, and that was because of the system's assistance. It was a pity that all the snow golems in the mountains had been killed, and it was not easy for him to get some more fusion points.
"I wonder if there are any big rats of higher rank among them that can be used as sacrifices for the knife."
He took a deep breath, retracted the Miao Dao, and then his face moved and his features began to twist and change.
With a subtle sound, Chen Changfan's face seemed to be gently kneaded by invisible hands.
His eyebrows became narrow, his nose collapsed, and his lips became flat and thin.
Along with the sound of bones cracking, Chen Changfan's figure became shorter and even slightly hunched.
In the blink of an eye, he had transformed into another person, even his temperament was completely different. This was the face-changing skill that had reached the perfect level.
"Bring the Rat Gang's spy here."
There was a rustling sound of chains being dragged, and a short man covered in wounds was dragged up.
Chen Changfan stood with his hands behind his back, his back to the man.
"Sir, please spare my life. I'm just a small fry in the Rat Gang. Please let me go."
"A little minion? How could a little minion sneak into my Xiaofeng Manor without making any noise? If the sentry hadn't discovered you in time, you would have already sneaked into my tent."
Chen Changfan snorted coldly, "Tell me everything you know in detail, especially all the information about your Rat King and yourself. Tell me everything."
"All the information? What does the lord want to do?" the short man asked warily.
Of course, I want to impersonate you to join the Rat Gang, and then impersonate your Rat King.
"Why are you talking so much nonsense? Tell me everything you know, even how many times you pee in a day!"
Being an undercover agent is extremely risky. If you are not careful, your identity will be exposed, so you have to pay attention to every detail.
The short man was a little confused, but under the pressure of the adult, he still introduced himself and said it reluctantly.
The short man's name is Du Hang, and he has only been a member of the Rat Gang for a year.
He had never killed anyone and didn't dare to kill anyone. The reason he became a bandit was that he was bullied so badly that his life was in danger, so he went up the mountain.
I thought that if I became a bandit, I could bully others.
Who knew that he would be sent out directly and become a spy.
The job of a spy is hard and dangerous, and there is little reward.
He is a low-level character among the bandits.
He was quite smart and patient, and he stayed in the snow cave until midnight before leaving, sneaking in during the shift change.
Apart from this, Du Hang has no other strengths. He is the kind of small character who can be invisible in a crowd.
Du Hang's life is unremarkable. His parents died early and he has no relatives.
He spent the first half of his life wandering around, trying to make a living like a rat.
As he spoke, Du Hang couldn't help sobbing. After a long while, he realized that he hadn't spoken for a long time and the adult didn't ask any more questions.
He raised his head in panic and found that the figure with his back to him had disappeared.
"He... he didn't kill me? Then can I run away?" Du Hang looked around, trying to find a way to survive.
"If you dare to take one step forward, my legs will be broken!"
Fang Chang's voice came from behind him. Du Hang paused and froze in place.
Immediately afterwards, a piece of white flour steamed bun was thrown over, and Du Hang caught it in some surprise.
"Eat quickly so you can get going."
As expected, he is still going to die. This white flour steamed bun should be his last meal...
Hey, this Xiaofengzhuang is quite kind and righteous. At least I am not starving to death.
Without much hesitation, Du Hang ate the steamed bun in a few bites, smiled with satisfaction, and then slowly closed his eyes.
The next moment, he felt his body lighten and he was actually picked up by the fierce-looking burly man.
Du Hang thought he was going to die and was shaking with fear.
"As usual, if the bandits we capture don't commit capital crimes, we'll send them directly to the mines. If they behave well, their sentences can be reduced."
Du Hang was stunned again.