Chapter 167 Rapid Progress

Vig Town.

Yang Fan used his muscle control ability, changed into a new face, and quietly entered Viger Town.

This time it wasn’t white people anymore.

But they are a minority with slightly brown skin.

His chest muscles bulged high and there was a scar on the right side of his face, making him look like someone who was not someone he could easily mess with.

Yang Fan appeared at the door of a fast food restaurant, ready to buy some food.

When he killed those JICA agents earlier, he also looted a lot of Gameni dollars.

In the spirit of making the best use of resources, he plans to spend the money.

Due to the road closure, there were a lot more people in the town, and a rare queue formed in front of the fast food restaurant.

"Damn it, why did the price go up again!"

"The prices are rising faster and faster. If this continues, I will soon starve to death."

"Last time, the Azure Palace said they wanted to control prices. These people are all liars. Their words are like farts."

There were many complaints among the people queuing.

Facing many dissatisfied customers, the clerk repeatedly explained: "Everyone, the price of food has risen sharply now. If you go to the supermarket, you will know that our store is already operating at a small profit."

Yang Fan glanced at the blackboard on the wall.

The cheapest meal includes a burger, a portion of fries and a glass of water.

The price is - 23.5 Canadian dollars.

The current exchange rate between the Jamaican dollar and the Xia dollar is approximately 1:4.5.

23.5 Jamaican dollars equals 105.75 Xia dollars.

Yang Fan still remembered that Daxia had recently opened a national chain of fast food restaurants in order to meet the demands of the people.

The name is——Jinmaimen.

After all, not every family can cook every day, and there are always people who have to eat out for various reasons.

Jinmaimen also offers a cheap meal consisting of a burger, fries and water for just 16 yuan.

The people of Daxia call it - poor man's meal.

Let’s compare the income.

The income of a Daxia person is 2500 Xia yuan, which can buy 156 poor meals.

The average income of the Jamaicans is 2200 Jamaican dollars, equivalent to 9900 Xia yuan, but they can only buy 94 poor meals.

Obvious.

The living standard of the Daxia people is much better than that of the Kamene people.

Yang Fan thought of the comments on the Internet and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

He still remembered that when Daxia first implemented the rationing system, a lot of criticism appeared on the Internet.

Many people use the example of the Gameni Federation to prove that the seed oil market is a better choice.

Now the facts have slapped us in the face.

This is the seed oil for a few people, but it is the non-seed oil for most people.

soon.

Yang Fan lined up at the window.

He pulled out a wad of bills and said gruffly, "Fifty burgers and fries!"

The clerk was a little surprised: "Sir, can you eat so much?"

Yang Fan said with a cold face: "This is none of your business. It's not like I won't pay."

He counted out more than a thousand Jamaican dollars and placed them on the counter.

The clerk looked at the scar on his face and swallowed his saliva: "Okay, sir, I'll prepare it for you right away."

Someone behind was dissatisfied.

Several voices rang out.

“Man, there are so many people lining up right now.”

“Is it appropriate for you to buy so much by yourself?”

Yang Fan turned his head and showed a fierce expression: "I have a big appetite, is there any problem?"

There was a fierce light in his eyes and his fists were clenched tightly, as if he was ready to attack someone at any time.

A strong man was very dissatisfied: "You can't just take care of yourself, you have to consider others, right?"

The guy strode over and reached out to grab Yang Fan's collar.

Yang Fan quickly stretched out a finger and poked the burly man.

The sturdy man only felt a sharp pain in his chest, screamed in pain, and took several steps back.

The guy rubbed his chest, said nothing in the end, and left in shame.

Yang Fan snorted again: "How much do I want to buy? This is my seed oil, understand?"

No one dared to speak.

A few seconds passed.

One person in line asked, "Clerk, how many burgers and fries do you have left?"

The clerk checked and reported a number: "There are too many people today. We are out of stock. There are still fifty-eight copies."

The complaints started again.

"What the hell!"

"so little?"

Yang Fan pretended not to hear and just focused on watching the clerk busy preparing the food.

The waiter opened the oven, took out the baked bread, and stuffed the prepared food into it, and a burger was ready.

Yang Fan glanced at the oven, and suddenly an idea flashed in his mind: "Oh, right, the law of life should also be used for heating."

When pathogens invade the human body, the immune system will actively raise the body temperature, making it difficult for the bacteria to survive.

This is the core principle of fever.

Yang Fan felt that with the power of the law of life, it would be easy to do this.

He thought about it and quietly issued an order.

*
dozens of kilometers away.

In total darkness.

"Boom! Boom!"

A huge figure was running wildly in the wilderness.

It is the destroyer.

not long ago.

This monster awakened part of its individual consciousness and got rid of the supernatural control.

The saboteur instinctively realizes that he must hide, otherwise he will be found by the captor.

It took advantage of the cover of night and hid in a dense forest.

Unfortunately, the monster was found by the Gameni people.

"hu~hu~"

The sound of propellers continued to come from the sky.

Several thick beams of light dropped from the sky, closely following the footsteps of the destroyers.

"Roar!"

The saboteur roared angrily, but he could do nothing about the helicopter.

A few seconds passed.

The monster's footsteps suddenly paused and its speed slowed down.

"Da da!"

The machine gun of the armed helicopter spewed out fierce fire snakes.

The Destroyer raised his left arm as quickly as possible and used the thick black bone shield to block the top of his head.

The 25mm shells exploded on the ground, raising a cloud of dust. The bone shield carried by the destroyer was also hit by two shells.

"Boom! Boom!"

The shell exploded.

Only two small dents appeared on the surface of the bone shield.

The destroyer was fine and continued to run very fast.

In the sky.

Another medium-sized general-purpose helicopter.

A hook-nosed mutant's eyes flashed with a faint light as he stared at the destroyer's figure carefully.

This is obviously a power related to vision.

He watched the monster knock down a tree and exclaimed in admiration: "This thing is really strong. It can withstand the machine gun fire without any problem."

The hook-nosed man paused for a moment, then continued, "If the Mountain of Gods can produce ten destroyers, perhaps they can kill the Great Xia Ghost."

Another bearded psychic sitting next to him nodded and said, "The Divine Judgement Office decided to develop the Destroyer just to deal with the Great Xia Ghost."

A few seconds passed.

The hook-nosed man suddenly felt something was wrong: "That's strange, why do I feel a little hot?"

The bearded man also noticed something was wrong: "I feel a little hot too."

It's not just them.

Several soldiers in the cabin and the pilot in the cockpit also began to feel hot all over.

"Sir, I'm so hot!"

“I’m sweating all over!”

These soldiers were just ordinary people with almost no resistance to super powers, and their body temperature rose very quickly.

The hook-nosed man turned his head and glanced at the three soldiers in the right rear row, and found that their faces were flushed and beads of sweat were flowing on their foreheads.

The worst part is that their consciousness has fallen into a state of confusion.

The hook-nosed man's heart suddenly skipped a beat.

He felt his body getting hotter and hotter, but his heart was cold.

This helicopter can't be saved!
Ruined!
To avoid attacks from saboteurs, the helicopter flew at an altitude of 800 meters.

Even for a psychic with strong physical fitness, the probability of surviving falling from this height is not very high.

as predicted.

The pilot soon fell into a coma, the helicopter lost control and began to lose altitude rapidly.

"Drip! Drip!"

The shrill alarm has already sounded.

This is a reminder to increase altitude.

The hook-nosed man shouted decisively: "Jump out of the plane quickly!"

He unbuckled his seat belt without hesitation, pushed the floor hard with his feet, and jumped out.

The bearded man knew that this was a life-and-death situation and made the same choice.

Because if I jump out of the plane now, I will at least have a chance of survival, but if I fall with the helicopter, I will definitely die.

The hook-nosed man fell from the sky and subconsciously glanced at the destroyer.

He immediately saw that the burly monster raised his right hand high and aimed it at the falling helicopter.

The hook-nosed man was a little incredulous: "Could this be the work of a saboteur? I don't think I've heard that this thing has this ability!"

soon.

Helicopters were hit one after another and fell quickly from the sky.

"boom!"

"boom!"

Accompanied by thunder.

The blazing flames lit up the night sky.

Hooked Nose was very lucky and escaped the disaster by chance.

He landed on top of a tall tree, and the branches cushioned his fall, reducing his falling speed significantly.

Although he was seriously injured and had a broken leg and arm, at least he managed to save his life.

The hooked nose also saw that the bearded man hit the ground like a stone.

no doubt.

The bearded man is dead.

*
Hundreds of kilometers away.

Mountain of the Gods.

The shocking news that the team hunting down the destroyers had been completely wiped out soon spread here.

“I’m so hot!”

"it's too hot!"

Leader Jeremy listened to the audio and looked at the images taken by the drone, his face gloomy to the extreme.

He recalled the information given by the alien guest and whispered softly, "Could this be a kind of undead curse of the 'Cursed Corpse Clan'?"

The high-level warrior said that the Curse-killing Clan is best at all kinds of strange and bizarre undead curses.

A common feature of this type of curse is that it drastically changes the target's physical condition, causing the victim to be seriously injured or even die.

The soldiers' body temperatures rose sharply and they fell into coma in a very short time. This looked like a deadly curse.

Jeremy thought about it and decided to go meet Lord Wanshan and ask him to confirm.

five minutes later.

Jeremy saw the strange darkness again.

"quack!"

An extremely harsh and unpleasant laugh came from the darkness.

Wan Shan said: "Your judgment is correct. The opponent is most likely the Curse-killing Corpse Clan. It should be casting a temperature-changing curse."

Jeremy said sincerely: "Master Wanshan, we need your help."

He added: "Of course, we will pay sufficient compensation as agreed before."

The Wanshan Lion opened his mouth and said, "This is a warrior from the Curse Corpse Clan. His ability is very strange. I need three times the reward!"

Jeremy gritted his teeth: "As you wish."

Wan Shan's tone was filled with satisfaction: "I will help you deal with the Curse-killing Clan, but all the spoils will belong to me."

Jeremy said cheerfully, "Of course!"

*
Vig Town.

Yang Fan found an uninhabited attic and quietly moved in.

As he ate his burger, he muttered, "It tastes a lot worse than the burgers in Daxia."

Yang Fan watched the destroyer from a distance, feeling quite satisfied.

The new methods learned from the laws of life are more useful than expected.

A few seconds passed.

He suddenly felt something and silently said, "Attributes!"

A few lines of illusory text slowly emerged.

【attribute】

Physical value: 138
Spirit: 195
Life force: 1994
Yang Fan said, "Huh?" "The spirit value actually increased by 5 points?"

He thought thoughtfully: "I have comprehended a method, which in turn deepened my grasp of the laws of life, so my spiritual value has been fed back?"

His intuition told him that this was the answer.

Yang Fan laughed happily: "At this rate, it may not be long before I can reach the threshold of a knight."

(End of this chapter)