Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world

Ordinary blood replenishment only repairs physical injuries, but it also replenishes the spirit and soul. This is just because the blood itself is the essence, but it is extremely limited and is almost better than nothing.

After the mental exhaustion has passed, what is more needed is rest and recovery. Rest for the soul does not refer to the body.

He wondered, since his soul power was already strong enough to generate perception, and within this range of perception, it could increase the ability to dispel strange female ghosts, could he mobilize this perception power and attach it directly to his fist?

The kimono female ghost seemed to have noticed something was wrong at this time. Wu Heng's punches and slaps made her feel in danger.

The female ghost actually released her grip on Wu Heng's neck, and started scratching Wu Heng's chest with black blood-stained nails.

The harsh sound came from time to time, a bit like the sound of cutting beef tendon with a knife.

The hands of this kimono female ghost could penetrate the clothes directly. The cloth armor Wu Heng wore under his casual clothes could withstand close-range shotguns, but it could not resist her ghost hands, and streaks of blood were drawn on his chest.

But the blood marks will recover in an instant, and the blood in the chest phylactery is constantly supplying the heart to keep the body recovering.

The female ghost couldn't break through his superficial defense.

Wu Heng simply ignored her and stood there concentrating, trying to activate the senses within a foot of his body and control them.

With the superposition of thought and spirit, the perception, like an upside-down golden bell, slowly changes shape.

The golden bell formed by the perception is gradually pulled away from the feet and retracted from the upper body, and the perception of the upper body gradually becomes more delicate.

Perception is now like a jacket and vest. Wu Heng did not stop and continued to shrink, controlling it to spread towards his right arm.

The short coat formed by the perception changed again, slowly flowing towards the right arm like colloid, slowly covering the fist, and wrapping the right arm.

Ordinary people may not be able to see it, but from Wu Heng's perspective, the compressed perception is glowing and clinging to his right arm.

His right arm now looks like he is wearing an illusory mecha arm similar to Iron Man's right arm, and it also looks like the airflow layer that covers it after launching a move in the anime.

At this time, the perception is no longer covered by a void, but is combined with the fist, and combined with the power of the fist, it can launch an impact killing technique.

"With this punch, I will wipe you out into ashes!"

Wu Heng punched out, breaking up the airflow in the air, with a whistling sound, and hit the female ghost's pale and resentful face hard.

puff!

It's like the feeling of flicking away the ash when you smoke.

The kimono female ghost turned into a black mist, which seemed to have mass and scattered on the ground.

The black mist gathered with difficulty and drifted toward the roadside. One moment, half of the legs were revealed, and the other moment, half of the head was gathered, but it dissipated into black mist in an instant.

"Come when you want and leave when you want!"

Wu Heng rushed like a tiger, dodging from the black shadow, his right fist completely wiped out the black mist, and everything returned to calm.

He felt that these two punches were very draining on his spirit.

With the current mental strength, he can at best throw hundreds of punches in a row, and then he needs to take a good rest for a day to regain his full strength.

Wu Heng decided to call this compressed perception the power of spiritual touch.

As the name suggests, he can come into contact with the power of spiritual bodies, but this power is still very weak. It is similar to how the blood oven in the previous life novels can disperse ordinary evil spirits. He still needs to attack to disperse these ordinary ghosts.

At the night market on Heisong Street, rows of stalls are brightly lit, and the air is filled with the smell of various snacks. People shuttle between the stalls, smiling and respectfully greetings, and children chase and play.

"Arigado, welcome to visit us next time!"

Behind a snack stall with tempura and takoyaki, a pretty girl in an apron bent down to see the customers off.

Wu Heng wore a brand new black windbreaker, holding a box of tempura in his left hand, and a bag of takoyaki hooked under his index finger. He continued to shop while eating.

He still likes windbreakers, they have big pockets, can hide enough things, and are chic enough.

The night market looks prosperous and full of laughter and joy.

However, Wu Heng could feel a numb and lifeless emotion permeating the place, which was far beyond ordinary people's observation ability, allowing him to see the paranoia and madness hidden under the fake smiles of these people.

Wu Heng only lamented that the people in the island country who can survive until now are really lucky. The world of this plot is obviously full of all kinds of weird things.

He walked from the street to the end of the street and found three people who were obviously not normal. They were short of breath and weak, and looked like they were cursed and would not live long, but he had no idea of ​​​​concerning them.

None of this has anything to do with him, just don't bother him.

After eating and shopping, Wu Heng decided to stay away from this snack street and walked along the street for 5 minutes again, aiming at a hotel called Moriya Honkan.

"Mr. Echizen, the accommodation is 2,300 yen and the deposit is 2,000 yen. I'll give you 700 yen."

"This is your personal number card and room card. Please keep them and follow me."

The landlord, a man in his 40s with a slim face wearing a gray shirt, handed three coins and two cards to Wu Heng, then turned around and led the way.

The personal number card is his ID card, and the name on it is: Genichiro Echizen.

Wu Heng took it and glanced at the room card: 'Room 203, Shouwu Main Building'.

Put it into the pocket of his windbreaker and follow the middle-aged man upstairs along the narrow passage less than one meter wide between the inner walls on both sides.

"Yesterday, Mr. Tanimoto, who paid 203, left in a hurry without even refunding the deposit. It just happened to be free today."

"Mr. Tanimoto is considered a long-term customer. I will return it to him next time we meet. We must be honest when doing business."

"Mr. Echizen, please come this way!"

The middle-aged landlord walked up to the second floor while chatting casually, then half-bent, pointing to the left as an invitation and saying respectfully.

Wu Heng nodded and walked forward.

"Why is this, how is this, yes, it's good to be neat and tidy like this!"

When he passed by the door of 202, a young man with a middle-parted hairstyle was squatting in front of the shoe cabinet. While muttering, he arranged the clogs on the shoe cabinet neatly and neatly, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Mr. Toyota, you are packing your shoes, you are so rigorous!" the landlord said hello.

"Hi, Mr. Landlady." Toyota just raised his head to respond and stopped mid-sentence. The smile on his face disappeared. He got up seriously and walked to the landlady.

"It's all right if it's aligned like this. Why doesn't Mr. Landlady pay attention to tidiness?"

Toyota stretched out his hand to smooth the curled-up collar on the landlord's shirt along the edge of the collar, neatly tidying up the collars on both sides, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

"Hi! I'm so sorry, Mr. Toyoda, I will be more tidy next time."

The landlord bowed deeply and apologized.

"Then please." Toyota bent down and responded, then ran to move the shoe rack, aligning its edge with the seam line of the wooden wall, and then showed a satisfied smile.

Wu Heng could feel that this was just a normal person with a bit of paranoia, so he didn't pay attention and followed him to Room 203.

"Hey, why did you dirty the floor again?"

Toyota waited until the two of them walked over and saw the footprints left by Wu Heng's shoes. He excitedly picked up the mop and cleaned it up.

The dark red bedroom door opened, revealing a three-story light yellow wooden partition that divided the entire bedroom into three sections from the inside out.

The innermost one is a tatami dormitory, and the outermost one is equipped with household kitchenware.

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