My Liver Experience in the World of Cthulhu

Krohn visualized the silver full moon shining silently all over his body, and then thought about this full moon entering the brain through the Tianmu point between the eyebrows, then through the Niwan straight line to the Tanzhong, and then moved to the left chest and entered the heart.

Taoists believe that the moon is yin, the yin essence is in yang, and yin moves first; the sun is yang, and yang moves follow.

The brain is the divine organ and is yin; the heart is the divine organ and is yang.

The yin and yang ride on each other one after another to mobilize the divine machine and integrate into one body.

At this time, he looked inside at the heart in his left chest and imagined that the heart was emitting golden light from small to large, just like a rising sun, with thousands of golden lights shining all over the chest and internal organs.

After visualizing like this for two or three minutes, he slowly moved the red sun to the Tanzhong point, paused for a moment, and stopped in the Dantian, which descended from the middle to one and three inches behind the navel.

Then he imagined that thousands of rays of golden light continued to expand, and the golden light filled his whole body and spread out in a spherical shape through the pores of his body.

He was very skillful in doing it because of his previous life experience.

And focused like never before.

This is related to his final dignity. If it cannot be turned into a skill, it may mean that half of his previous life was wasted!

In this way, Kroun meditated on it over and over again.

He didn't know how long it took, but he suddenly felt an inexplicable thought welling up in his heart.

He continued the cycle and called out the golden wall.

Suddenly, his breathing quickened.

A line of green words appeared on the wall.

[Golden Light Spell: 3/10000; Level 0] (You will become clear-headed and bright-eyed, your five internal organs will be cool, your six internal organs will be harmonious, you will have sufficient strength, and you will sleep better. Note: You will get hungry easily during practice)

Haha, it’s not in vain, it’s a green skill, and it has special effects at level zero!

Gululu.

There was a growl in my stomach.

It's past noon, let's go get some food!

Crown stood up and walked out happily.

Just get started, just liver.

. . . .

Tavern Street, Mill.

"Five pounds of white flour, ten pounds of white rice, two cloth bags for free, Chenghui eight silver coins."

The miller put the bag on the counter and smiled kindly. This was big business.

Kroun, who was still excited just now, felt a bucket of ice water pouring down on him, and his happiness suddenly disappeared.

Is white rice and noodles so expensive?

He hasn’t bought vegetables or meat yet!

The monetary system of the Farouk Kingdom is very simple and straightforward, with the highest unit being the gold shield.

One gold shield was equal to one hundred silver coins, and one silver coin was equal to one hundred copper dollars.

If you let go of eating, I don't know if you can eat these things for a few days. Practicing the golden light spell consumes a lot of calories.

If you want to improve in shooting and herbal medicine, you need a lot of practice, which is also a huge expense.

As for the debt owed to the priest, it was too much to ignore, and it would not be repaid in a short time anyway.

Crown took out a gold shield from the lining of his clothes and placed it on the counter.

. . . .

Carrying the grain bag, Kroun continued to walk forward, turned a corner, and came to a door on another street.

There is a butcher table at the door of this shop, with several slices of pork hanging on it.

"Boss, here are ten pounds of pork belly, sliced ​​into half finger-thick slices."

"Okay, Chenghui twenty-six silver coins."

Crown tilted his head, pointed to a shop opposite, and said, "What happened there? Why is there a patrol seal?"

The boss who was cutting the meat paused and sighed: "Kaao didn't open the door for business this morning, and no one answered the door no matter how hard he knocked. The neighbor called the police. When a family of seven was carried out by the patrol, I saw White spots appeared on the corpses. Everyone said they were caused by evil spirits."

"This place is getting more and more dangerous. There was an incident of evil spirits harming people in Skunk Street a few days ago. No one survived."

Are there any more victims of evil spirits? Is this world so dangerous?

Crown couldn't help but be a little stunned.

Since my predecessor can remember, there have been only about ten evil spirit incidents in total, which is less than one incident a year on average.

It had only been a few days since this time travel, and two supernatural events had occurred in the small town of Zac.

He frowned and recalled, feeling shocked.

There have been more evil spirit incidents in the past three years than in the previous ten years or so.

He had a terrible guess that the world was becoming increasingly unsafe.

. . . .

"Gan!"

Crown glanced at the golden wall and cursed.

For a whole morning, he worked hard and tinkered with all kinds of things, but he only had the skill to form the Golden Light Spell.

Unexpectedly, I just cooked white rice and made a pot of dried vegetables, slivers and meat at noon, and I developed a new skill.

[Cooking: 16/1000; Level 1] (Obviously, you have the ability to cook raw rice into cooked rice)

Could it be that he was born in a big foodie empire in his previous life, so his cooking skills naturally improved after traveling through time?

After thinking about it, it's really possible.

We eat rice dumplings on the Lantern Festival, pancakes on the 23rd of the first lunar month, Qingtuan dumplings on the Qingming Festival, rice dumplings on the Dragon Boat Festival, and mooncakes on the Mid-Autumn Festival. The Spring Festival is a nationwide mobilization, and leaders at all levels inspect the work of eating.

In my previous life, it seemed that all lunar festivals were related to food.

Perhaps the memory of hunger is too deep, and eating well is engraved in the memory of Chinese people.

He took a hard bite of the sliver meat and muttered: "It's okay. If you are a good chef, you can at least eat with ease."

After a full meal, Crown went out and went straight to the patrol team. On the way, he also bought a box of cigars.

While eating, he had already made short-term plans.

Among the existing skills, he practiced the Golden Light Spell in the morning, went to the patrol team to practice shooting in the afternoon, and in the evening, he studied herbal medicine and started refining potions.

Shooting is his only means of attack at present, the golden light spell seems to be a very potential auxiliary means, and herbalism is the skill of eating.

As for language and cooking skills, just let it happen.

. . . .

In the patrol team, Yalu sat upright, his eyebrows full of solemnity.

Last night, another evil spirit incident occurred.

The deceased's injuries were identical to those of the Skunk Street victim.

The evil spirit that committed the crime wants to stay here and not leave, right?

"Hello, Officer Yalu!"

The sudden sound startled the fat patrolman.

There was a bit of anger on the patrolman's face. When he saw the person coming, he felt a little uncomfortable: "Crown, if you don't go to the mountains to collect medicine, what are you doing here?"

Is this kid asking for property?

Hum, no one can take away the meat I eat!

Crown handed over a cigar in a familiar manner and said with a smile: "Officer, I have something to ask you for a small favor."

The fat patrolman took the cigar naturally, but his expression became reserved without any violation: "What's the matter? Let's talk about it first."

"I want to buy some bullets and rent our shooting training range."

"There are rules in the team, so it's very difficult to handle this."

Yalu took the cigarette and smoked it on the table.

Crown held a silver coin in his palm, placed it on the table and pushed it over.

He took out the matches and smiled and lit the patrolman's cigarette.

Yalu wiped his hand on the table, put a cigar in his mouth and leaned over it, took a heavy puff, and his fat face disappeared in the smoke: "Who told us to be so familiar with each other? I will take you there. Don't be so polite in the future. "