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Shua, shua.

Inside the bathroom, the sound of flowing and splashing water echoed continuously.

After a while, the sliding door was opened.

Fang Cheng, bare-chested and wearing slippers, walked out, letting out a soft sigh of relief.

After simply washing himself with cold water, he immediately felt much more comfortable.

He reached for the glasses on the table, put them back on his face, and looked up at the full-length mirror in the living room.

The midday sun shone through the window, illuminating the dust and making the mirror sparkle.

His figure was clearly reflected on the smooth surface of the mirror.

His eyes were bright and full of energy, and his physique was strong and robust.

However.

After putting on these gold-rimmed glasses, his temperament seemed to become much gentler.

Fang Cheng felt slightly relieved, shaking the wet hair off his forehead.

The main thing was that this head of beautiful hair remained thick and black, and there was no large-scale hair loss.

Although he found several clumps of hair falling out when he washed his hair in the bathroom just now, it was harmless.

He believed that it would grow back soon in a few days.

After all, his current physique attribute was as high as 41 points, and he possessed life energy that far exceeded ordinary people and was extremely abundant.

Thinking of this, Fang Cheng's eyes flickered slightly as he looked inward at the position of his dantian.

A mass of deep blue true qi resided here, like an endless, tranquil sea.

Without waves, light and calm, as if there were no changes at all.

However, compared carefully with before, the capacity of true qi had decreased by about one percent.

Perhaps, like that experimental subject, his body would fester and he would need to absorb other people's blood to prolong his life.

In other words, the power of this world does not come from nothing.

Even if he had a panel, it was not without a price, but just embarking on a shortcut that was safer than others.

In essence, it was still exchanging a temporary power at the cost of overdrawing his life.

Fang Cheng was touched in his heart and seemed to understand something.

If he hadn't truly mastered Qigong and hadn't accumulated enough true qi.

After this breakthrough to the limit of his strength attribute today, his hair would probably have fallen out completely.

Try to imagine a gentle and refined handsome guy suddenly turning into a bald muscle man.

Fang Cheng couldn't help but shudder.

He was quite fortunate in his foresight and prepared in advance to deal with it.

Then, he turned to look at the white plastic bag on the dining table, which contained packed fast food.

He had ordered four takeaways in the morning and had already devoured them all.

This was the fifth one.

The moment he saw the food, Fang Cheng's mouth quickly secreted saliva, and he swallowed hard.

Without thinking too much, let's eat!

Only by eating more and eating well can he develop a good physique and master the power that truly belongs to him.

With the awakening of the gourmet cells in his body, Fang Cheng immediately sat down and started grabbing a braised pig knuckle from the lunch box.

He was preparing to continue satisfying his body's extreme desire for nutrition.

Kacha, kacha.

Opening his mouth wide, he tore off pieces of meat and chewed voraciously.

Even the hardest part of the pig, the shin bone with the most calcium, was crushed and chewed.

He sucked the bone marrow full of collagen clean, and then swallowed all the bone residue and meat crumbs into his stomach.

Even though the gourmet skill had been integrated into Qigong, the powerful digestive function and efficient nutrient absorption rate were still perfectly inherited.

Fang Cheng even had a vague feeling.

If he was really so hungry that his stomach was sticking to his back, even if it was a pile of dirt in front of him, he could swallow it without hesitation and extract the nutrients needed by the human body.

In just a few minutes.

Three boxes full of braised pig knuckles and a bowl of white rice were quickly devoured by Fang Cheng.

Replenishment of nutrition completed.

Fang Cheng walked to the balcony, closed his eyes gently, and allowed the sunlight to fill his face and body, silently feeling the warm breath of nature.

Then, he took a horse stance, circulated his inner breath, and began to practice Qigong.

He couldn't go to work temporarily today, and continuing to exercise his physical fitness was not very suitable.

He might as well practice Qigong more, recuperate his body, and eliminate the residual sequelae in his body.

Perhaps it was because the bones and muscles were stretching and growing rapidly, Fang Cheng always had a feeling of numbness and heat all over his body.

Fortunately, this abnormal feeling could be eliminated a bit each time he ran his true qi.

It was as if a breeze was blowing through his internal organs, giving rise to a sense of coolness.

It was also like a sweet spring gurgling, irrigating and nourishing the parched land.

Fang Cheng's body trembled slightly, faintly emitting a rumbling sound like thunder coming from the afternoon clouds.

Under the sunlight, the pores all over his body appeared particularly clear, as if his entire body was illuminated transparently and brightly.

At this time, countless tiny air currents passed through his body, blowing over his limbs and bones, and then drilled out from the other side of his body.

With each breath, it was like a whirlwind sweeping away the clouds, exhaling the old and inhaling the new.

Until it was transformed into a trace of imperceptible warm current and injected into that azure blue ocean.

Air and sunlight are also sources of energy needed for life.

It's just that it's relatively meager…

"Hululu—"

In the living room, the sound of wind and thunder roared and echoed.

Fang Cheng suddenly opened his eyes and exhaled a mouthful of turbid air accumulated in his abdomen.

At the same time, a panel prompt message floated across his eyes.

[You have comprehended a new way to run the breathing method, Qigong experience +20]

[Qigong lv1 (154/250)]

As the sweat evaporating from his body dissipated, Fang Cheng finished his exercise and stood up, moving his muscles and bones.

He glanced at the time.

1:36.

This time, he had devoted himself wholeheartedly to Qigong practice for as long as an hour and a half, which could be said to have broken the record.

He felt that, apart from his body coordination being insufficient and slightly clumsy, almost all other abnormal feelings had disappeared.

Fang Cheng's heart moved, and he quickly observed his dantian.

He found that the true qi stored inside had not decreased significantly.

It seemed that the reason why his body could recover to normal so quickly this time was mainly because the skill itself was playing a role.

The breathing method can actually be divided into one strong and one soft, one yin and one yang, like the flow of wind and water, each with its own wonderful uses.

Faced with hidden dangers and chronic diseases caused by internal factors, using this relatively gentle way of luck to regulate the body's functions has a better effect.

After contemplating quietly for a moment.

Fang Cheng then walked back to the bedroom naked, preparing to put on his clothes.

However.

Judging from his current strong and robust physique, the normal size he used to wear was definitely not suitable.

Fang Cheng picked and chose, tried them on repeatedly, and found that there was not a single one that he could wear.

He even forced a pair of jeans on, and the seams were torn apart.

Fortunately, the fabric of the underwear and briefs was more elastic, so it could barely be worn.

Feeling the underwear that clung to his body and highlighted his muscles, Fang Cheng's face was full of helplessness.

In the morning, Ma Donghe called and mentioned the sale of antiques.

He said that he had found a very rich buyer and had made an appointment to meet and inspect the goods together.

But in his current state, he obviously couldn't go out and do things.

He could only talk about it another day.

So Fang Cheng returned a call to Ma Donghe and made an excuse to turn down the appointment.

Then, he sat listlessly in the living room, watching soap operas to pass the time.

Staying at home like this wasn't a solution.

But his mother was busy working at the hospital, and he couldn't trouble her to solve his problems.

After thinking it over, a beautiful figure suddenly appeared in Fang Cheng's mind.

So, he picked up his phone again and tried dialing a number.

Beep… Beep… Beep…

After a few intermittent waiting sounds, the call was finally connected.

A gentle and surprised female voice came from the receiver.

"Hello, Brother Cheng, is there something you need?"

Hearing this familiar voice, Fang Cheng's slightly anxious mood instantly stabilized, and he immediately said:

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"Xiu Mei, it's like this…"

… … … … … … … … … … … …

In the winter dusk, the setting sun was blown by the cold wind and hid in the heavy clouds.

As the chill and darkness deepened, the streets became even more noisy and bustling.

The sounds of car horns and electric bike bells drifted into the window from downstairs in a cacophony.

Fang Cheng, wearing thermal underwear, stood in the living room, slowly practicing a set of twenty-four Tai Chi.

Wild Horse Mane, White Crane Spreads Wings, Left Grasp Sparrow's Tail, Right Grasp Sparrow's Tail…

Raising his hands and waving his palms, lifting his knees and taking steps, each move unfolded slowly like flowing clouds and water.

Although his figure appeared rather large, his posture still appeared very elegant and unrestrained.

Knock, knock.

Just then, a soft knock suddenly sounded.

Hearing the sound, Fang Cheng's eyes flashed, and he glanced at the panel information.

[Tai Chi experience +10]

Nodding in satisfaction, he stopped practicing his fist techniques and quickly walked towards the entrance.

Creak—

The iron door opened, revealing a rosy, pretty face.

Zhou Xiu Mei was wearing a white down jacket, a blue cloth headband, and a woolen scarf around her neck.

Her body was fully armed, and she exhaled puffs of white air, indicating that the outside temperature was very low.

Seeing Fang Cheng walking out in his thermal underwear, she was first stunned, widening her eyes as if trying to recognize something.

Immediately, her cheeks became even redder, and she quickly handed over the two clothing bags she was carrying.

"These are the clothes and pants I bought, I don't know if they'll fit."

"Also, this is a windbreaker that my dad's company gave out. He has several, and no one at home ever wears them."

"If the new clothes don't fit, you can also wear this looser one. My dad's actually about the same size as you…"

Zhou Xiu Mei spoke, but her voice grew softer and softer, and her eyes were a little erratic.

It seemed that Fang Cheng's appearance as a muscular man had a bit of an impact on her mind.

But Fang Cheng had no choice but to thank her repeatedly with a sincere face:

"Xiu Mei, you've really helped me a lot, I'll treat you to a meal another day."

Zhou Xiu Mei was recently working as an intern in a pastry shop in Jiangdong District.

When Fang Cheng contacted her by phone earlier, he didn't explain much, just asked her to help buy a set of clothes.

Zhou Xiu Mei didn't ask much either. After getting off work early, she ran to the mall to buy the clothes, and then hurried back home.

At this moment, her long eyelashes were lowered.

Seeing Fang Cheng take the clothing bags, she seemed to hesitate for a moment, then continued:

"Brother Cheng, there's one more thing I want to give you."

As she spoke, she took out something similar to a sachet from her pocket and carefully handed it over.

Fang Cheng stared intently.

He saw that the sachet was made of red cloth, with an exquisite and elegant appearance.

The front was a transparent film, revealing a small yellow talisman paper with the words "Peace" written in seal script.

In Fang Cheng's puzzled gaze, Zhou Xiu Mei explained:

"This peace talisman was requested by Grandma from Lone Peak Temple, it's very effective. You must wear it at all times and never take it off…"

Seeing Zhou Xiu Mei nagging like his own mother, Fang Cheng couldn't help but feel a little surprised:

"Why are you giving me a peace talisman for no reason?"

Zhou Xiu Mei stood in the dimly lit corridor, looking around nervously for a while.

Then she bit her lip and said softly:

"Brother Cheng, haven't you heard people talking about it? Our building is haunted…"

Fang Cheng's eyes narrowed slightly, and after listening to her careful explanation, he understood the whole story.

It turned out that while Fang Cheng was on a meditation trip to Yongan Island, something happened to a family living on the 8th floor.

The male owner, He Yao, who was originally an honest worker, suddenly went crazy, as if he had seen a ghost, talking to himself and talking nonsense all day long.

So his wife invited a Taoist priest to exorcise the evil spirits, but He Yao grabbed a kitchen knife and seriously injured both his wife and the Taoist priest.

Later, when the police arrived, he seemed to see something very terrifying and actually jumped out of the window from the 8th floor, choosing to commit suicide.

Moreover, the most bizarre thing was that when everyone went down to look for him that night, the body was gone.

Counting the days, today was the seventh day after his death, the night of his returning soul.

The neighbors all said that He Yao encountered evil, was bewitched by a ghost, and was captured to be replaced.

Therefore, he would become even more ferocious and inhuman after death.

After listening, Fang Cheng smiled dumbly:

"Even if it's really haunted, we have no grievances with them."

Zhou Xiu Mei was still a little scared, muttering:

"It's always good to be careful."

Fang Cheng nodded slightly and reached out to take the peace talisman.

After all, this was a kind gesture from her.

Then he said:

"Xiu Mei, come in and sit for a while, I'll go get the money for you."

Turning around and carrying the clothing bags, he prepared to go to the bedroom to get his wallet.

But he heard Zhou Xiu Mei shout: "No, I have something to do, I'm leaving now."

Immediately, the sound of light footsteps rang out, and she disappeared in the blink of an eye.

When Fang Cheng walked out again, wanting to call her back.

Zhou Xiu Mei had already returned home and slammed the door shut with a "bang."

Seeing this, Fang Cheng shook his head helplessly.

Forget it, just consider it a gift from Zhou Xiu Mei.

When the New Year comes, he would send back a New Year's gift to compensate her.

Bang.

He closed his own door and turned on the light.

Fang Cheng then opened the clothing bags and took out the newly bought clothes.

A jacket and a pair of jeans.

After trying them on, the size was correct.

Fang Cheng breathed a sigh of relief, finally getting rid of the embarrassment of being scantily clad.

To be honest, he usually liked to take off his clothes to exercise, not because he had a perverted exhibitionist hobby.

It was really to become stronger, he had no choice.

After putting on his clothes, looking in the mirror, and tidying up his appearance, he felt like he had become refined again.

Then, he wolfed down his 10th takeout of the day, quickly swallowing it into his stomach.

After enjoying dinner, he did some cleaning and washed up.

By this time, it was already completely dark.

Fang Cheng walked to the balcony, preparing to close the window.

His eyes casually glanced down and saw faint lights and rising smoke below.

In the darkness, several middle-aged and elderly women were squatting by the roadside, placing offerings and burning paper money.

They were murmuring softly, seemingly chanting scriptures and spells.

Fang Cheng's eyes narrowed slightly, and he couldn't help but think of what Zhou Xiu Mei had said again.