Fishing Druid in Another World

There was a lot of blood flowing, and Hei Luobo lay in the pool of blood for a while to relax.

At the same time, he heard someone quarreling.

Knowing the language, he had no language barriers, so he knew the ins and outs of the matter in front of him.

It was indeed a sacrifice, but it was a very informal one-eating-many-times-one-thing.

It was essentially a murder, but the rumors of evil sacrifice were very tempting, so the murder was made more complicated, hoping that this sacrifice could continue the ceremony of the year and gain benefits.

Hei Luobo stood up and supported his neck with one hand.

The cut was a bit deep, and although it didn't bleed now, if he didn't support it, his head would most likely fall to one side, affecting his normal vision.

One of the two people quarreling was facing this side. When he saw Hei Luobo standing up, he was stunned and pointed at him with a trembling hand. In panic, he couldn't even say more.

Very good, I like this kind of Ye Gonghaolong-style teasing.

Hei Luobo stepped forward and slapped him directly.

The effect of this palm strike was just like what the Marvel Universe Ancient One had done to Strange and Hulk, directly slapping the soul out of the body.

Then, ‘Ding Ding Ding! ’, tapping on the soul. As the slow motion effect with a hint of bullet time ended, the soul returned to the body on its own.

At the same time, another person suddenly swung his arm, and the blade flashed.

Black Robo tilted his head slightly, but unfortunately his neck was severely damaged, and his limbs could not keep up with his consciousness, and a deep cut on his cheek was cut to the bone.

There was no bleeding, but the pink muscles and milky white fascia turned outward like a baby's mouth, which looked even more bloody and terrifying.

Black Robo didn't even blink, and his counterattack was still smooth. He slapped it with a palm strike, which also slapped the soul away, and then hit the soul like acupuncture, and then let it return.

‘Pah! ’ With a snap of his fingers, the two murderers sat on the spot and began to practice.

After a while, sweat was boiling, clouds and mist were swirling, and white air was rising around them.

At this time, Hei Luobo stretched out his hand and the vitality of the two was taken out of the body, along Hei Luobo's arm, and sank into his body.

Vitality is the unity of essence, energy and spirit. Now Hei Luobo is not in a good condition, and he wants to be more delicate. He needs to use some additional methods to make the vitality of others more "delicious" in order to complete the absorption and rapid digestion.

The bodies of the two murderers shrank visibly, and finally the water in the body was basically evaporated, and oil began to seep out, looking like a layer of oil on the mummies.

Hei Luobo closed his eyes and raised his head slightly, as if he was thinking, and as if he was enjoying it. After completing several rounds of internal circulation, the wounds on his cheeks and neck healed visibly.

'Crack! ' The bones made a sound like popping beans, and Hei Luobo shook his limbs, with dissatisfaction in his expression.

The two murderers looked young, but they were weak inside and their lives were in vain, which made him feel like he was trying to quench his thirst but only drank the bottom of the cup.

He waved his hand at the two people in the air, and the residual soul of Da Hao was grasped in his hand. His body was completely dead, and his body tilted and fell to the ground.

Hei Luobo casually glanced at the sacrificial site, the dark and damp cave, the nearly circular natural rock platform, the stalactites around and on the top wall were interlaced like jagged teeth... It was indeed a natural, dark side, and a place for magic rituals.

Although he did not plan to go through the old road this time to open the old branch or other dark extraordinary combat positions, this place still has a certain value of returning.

The way out was tortuous but not difficult to walk. Some places were artificially processed, and the outline of the steps could even be clearly seen. There were also iron rings for torches on the side walls.

Hei Luobo walked slowly, and in one hand he turned two soul beads like an old man playing with a health ball.

It is more laborious for him to compress it into soul coins now, and more importantly, he has planned to integrate it into the candle wick to make a durable soul wax.

In his body, the transfer of vitality is also running over and over again like a soul bead.

After the strong medicine saves the life, the next step is to ease the conditioning.

From the perspective of tonic, the current vitality is not enough, but this does not prevent it from being transported and circulated now, nourishing the texture like a drizzle moistening the dry land.

In the brain, the thoughts are also constantly turning, the remaining memories of the original owner of the body, and the information obtained from the soul search in the soul bead.

In Hei Luobo's view, this world is nothing good, but just another dark world.

The external pressure is extremely high, the living environment is harsh, and it has not been reversed for a long time, so that most people have lost their bright and upright spirit, and then cruelly rolled inward.

Bullying and oppression, black heart and cruel hands, this murder and sacrifice are just one of the microcosms of the various foul smells at the bottom of society today.

"The main cause of the murder was actually the victim's wife, tsk!"

The poor man enjoyed a blessing that he should not have enjoyed. A flower stuck in cow dung, a beautiful wife, still attracts bees and butterflies without making a sound, it is difficult to protect the flower.

This is the surface, at least from the perspective of Hei Luobo.

After all, he never mind looking at people from a malicious perspective, and he has a meticulous mind and amazing insight. He can see the details of the victim's past life and analyze the doubts.

Unknowingly, he came to the entrance of the cave.

The cigarette butts flickered, and there were already more than a dozen eyes on the ground, leaning against the rock wall and spewing smoke, obviously letting off wind, not professional, but also somewhat useful.

At this time, he heard the footsteps and looked over naturally. Then he saw that it was the victim who walked out of the darkness. He was startled at first, then his pupils shrank, and his muscles tensed up. He immediately wanted to do some violent actions, such as running, shouting, and rushing up.

But the leisurely Hei Luobo was faster. He went up with a palm and pointed at him. The man also turned his face and began to meditate on the spot, overclocking.

The soul-falling palm and the life-pointing finger, the extraordinary profession that Hei Luobo took up this time is called Lingwu.

If it was Luo Bo here, he would probably sneer: "This is clearly an oriental cultural product that has been chewed and eaten by foreigners. It's weird and specious, just like the foreign version of Kung Pao Chicken, sweet and sour, with a strange taste."

But Hei Luobo didn't have this cultural background. He accidentally came into contact with this combat profession through the expansion tentacles of the Legion priest Luo, and thought it was quite interesting and exciting.

So he sorted it out and tested it himself, and used it this time.

I have to mention here that as time goes by, the self-replication advantage of Legion Robo's Intelligent Machinery Avenue begins to stand out.

From linear growth to exponential growth, it has increased geometrically. In terms of high-end combat power, it cannot compare with the Cult Robo, but in terms of quantity, it can only be said to be an alternative insect swarm.

Black Robo knew that there would be such a result, so one of the core guiding ideas he gave to Legion Robo was to focus on the breadth of intelligence collection.

Cult Robo is the one who focuses on the depth of intelligence collection.

And the two sides interact.

For example, Legion Robo discovered Lingwu, an alternative niche extraordinary combat profession, in a remote world. It was assessed as meaningful for in-depth exploration, so Cult Robo sent people there.

It was preaching and preaching, coaxing and cheating, all kinds of coaxing atmosphere, and fanatical religion.

Tracing the source of the combat profession and the essence of various schools, and at the same time, like clinical drug trials, encouraging the whole society to practice.

Many hands make light work. If there are problems, they can also be screened out through a large base.

It can be said that it won't take long for the details to be quickly perfected and the version iteration begins.

If you want to play this set well, incitement is very important. This is the specialty of the cult Robo, the mental brainwashing flow. The specialty of the legion Robo is the materialistic flow, real gold and silver, you can give it if you want it, the productivity is there.

Black Robo also considered his own lineage, the dark image is mostly registered in the outer circle of gods, so this time he took an unconventional route to avoid the monitor from making associations.

But in fact, the soup is not the soup, the skin is not the skin, his lawless cold and cruel smell is stronger than the toilet stone. When he can act like a cowardly good man, it will be considered a great performance and his character will be upgraded. Otherwise, he is just an alternative Tom Cruise. No matter how good the script and role are, they will be played as Tom Cruise in the end...

Just like now, he doesn't take the cruel murder seriously at all, and waved impatiently to the two young men and women passing by: "Go away! Haven't you seen the ascension and sitting? Why are you joining in the fun?"

Whose ascension and sitting is shrinking rapidly, shrinking more than 100 pounds to dozens of pounds of skin and bones?

The young couple ran away trembling and messy.

Black Robo sucked the life and soul, and kicked the bones into the shadow of the cave entrance.

Don't tell me, this severely dehydrated, oily skin is quite tough, like rubber, and it has withstood a lot of force without falling apart...

Seeing the cigarettes and fire falling from the pocket of the informant on the ground, Hei Luobo picked them up and lit one for himself skillfully.

He himself does not have the habit of smoking, but the original owner of this body does.

To be more precise, he is a freeloader, a bootlicker, he takes all the money he earns to lick, and he is happy to live frugally.

The physiological addiction has not been completely eliminated, and the residual soul's last wish has not been eliminated, including the desire to smoke a few cigarettes.

Hei Luobo is willing to meet his last wish, because it is convenient to completely eliminate the interference of the residual soul of the original owner of the body.

If he comes in forcefully, there will be no such delicate gameplay, and the residual soul problem of this body will be washed away with a casual and powerful mental force.

Not now, now we have to pay more attention to methods and methods.

But in some aspects, such as the arson of the Ga people, he is unwilling to compromise.

Having been a wolf for too long, he instinctively refuses to be a sheep again, and his body cannot soften.

Holding a cigarette in his mouth, he strolls around, not paying much attention to the world, this era, and the landscape of this region. From the surface, it is completely impossible to tell that he is going back to kill his wife to prove his truth, and then hack and hack all the way.

Crazy? Yes, it is true, but crazy is different from crazy.

Just like some people become monks because they have messed up their lives and have no choice but to escape from becoming monks. Some people really see through the world and choose to become monks.

Hei Luobo's mind is full of various grand narratives about the world, but there is no warmth of the ordinary people who find joy in suffering.

After all, in his eyes, kindness is just a trait that the weak instinctively adapt to in order to survive better.

With such a weird thought, even if he shows some sense of propriety and decency that normal people can understand, it is like the attitude of a well-fed beast towards small animals. It seems tolerant, but if you think about it carefully, the reason is actually not decent at all.

Back to the humble but clean and tidy apartment, my wife was not at home.

This made Hei Luobo's murderous intent jump a little.

Then take a shower and change clothes first.

After taking off clothes, peel off the skin, just like tearing off a cheap tights, grab a handful of epidermis, and even the hair, just like taking off a wig, directly wipe off a layer of scalp.

The scene was a bit scary, but the result was good. He became ten years younger and returned to the image of a young man in his prime.

In fact, even when the original owner Luo Bo was at his peak, he was not as good as he is now.

The eyebrows and eyes themselves, as well as the specific positions, have been finely adjusted to the optimal level on the basis of the original, reaching the limit.

This is the dominant feature of the human body's evolution to perfection, not deliberately made by Black Luo Bo.

The extraordinary combat professional spirit warrior successfully took office, and the life form evolved a round, which is equivalent to remodeling without a fetus, and optimizing from the current genetic level.

After that, the custom Black Luo Bo, who is called Luo Bo from now on, will discharge waste in the toilet.

It's not shit, but the part of the organs that have been abandoned. In the eyes of professionals, it is basically a complete but incomplete set of sewage. After the discharge, the small belly is gone.

Soon, the shower is over. In front of the mirror, the eyebrows are fleshy, the hair is thick and black, and the eyes are a bit weird. It's not dark brown, but pure black, with a little red light in the core.

'Ka La La! 'The bones made another round of noises, and the body became more muscular, with a monkey back and a wasp waist, an inverted triangle, a long body, and well-proportioned muscles. With the movement, it surged like waves, full of explosive power.

'Puff! ' He spat out a few broken teeth, took water from the faucet with his hands, sucked it into his mouth and rinsed it casually, then showed his teeth again, and his mouth was full of forty teeth as white as porcelain knives.

Luo Bo nodded at himself in the mirror, and now he had a more sufficient reason to kill his wife to prove his truth.

Even his appearance has changed too much, so there is no way to hide it from the person next to him.

He searched for clothes in the closet, and finally chose Luo Bo's only formal suit, which was also his wedding suit that year, a military dress.

At first, this military dress was a bit too big, and later Luo Bo became a skinny uncle to make a living. When he wore it again, he looked even more like a monkey in a human costume.

Given Luo Bo's social status and social circle, there are no social activities that require him to dress up, so this outfit has become a display item, a memorial to his past military career.

Wearing it now, it still fits well, a little tight, but it just highlights his good figure.

The only problem is that it has been worn for too long, and the material has become a little bad. It is easy to turn into a beggar's outfit when worn as a training suit.

No hurry, I will collect the money right away. This outfit is a bit out of date, just to maintain basic decency and avoid some rubbish plots of looking down on others.

Using my hand as a razor, I cut myself a straight and cool hairstyle. After cleaning up and dressing up, the uncle in the mirror who was pressed into a half-old cow and horse by life has turned back into a vigorous male animal, but his eyes are less energetic and peaceful, and he looks sinister.

After all this trouble, my wife still hasn't come back.

Okay, let you live a few more hours.

Luo Bo walked out of the door, wearing a windbreaker and pulling down the brim of his hat to cover his elegance so as not to shock his neighbors.

This kind of community, which is only one level higher than the slums, is the most gossipy. After all, people in real slums are basically running for three meals a day. Every day, they are either digging for food or working themselves to death. Instead, they don’t have the leisure time to spread rumors.

Of course, given the boredom of their lives, gossip is one of the few cheap programs to relieve boredom in life. We can’t expect them to not believe in rumors or spread them.

What’s more, what is presented to Luo Bo is a seriously deformed society.

It was beaten into a half-crippled state by external forces from the heyday of civilization, with population, technology, economy, culture... almost all-round regression.

Morality is naturally not preserved. After all, only when the granaries are full can one know etiquette.

The existing social order mainly relies on high pressure, external and internal pressures, and the people are the layer of flesh and blood membrane that resists erosion, always under pressure and the first to be injured.

Then, in the context of the grim situation and the increasing despair, all kinds of evil and deep evil quickly rose up inside.

For example, the Vitality Society was the official chamber pot, but what about now? It is getting bigger and bigger, colluding with each other, and even has a tendency to turn the government into a rubber stamp.

The dark order, this Luo Bo is too familiar with.

He is also used to it, but he is used to being the superior in his order, not the oppressed beast.

So of course he has to rebel, not for justice, but for your uncle, who is always your uncle.