At the moment when Zhang Tong felt an unpleasant feeling in his heart, the words composed of ashes changed and turned into lines of brand new words.

…

Recipe:Fighter

Void spinal fluid (obtained), zombie brain matter, ghost energy beads, 50 grams of red tourmaline, 100 grams of mercury, and 9 drops of mint juice.

It is one of the eight sequence formulas included in the extraordinary game. Mastering it will master the essence of fighting and the mystery of Qi.

Requires prerequisite occupation: Sequence Nine - Soldier.

…

Faced with the strange words that made people feel anxious, Zhang Tong's face was filled with such regret.

This result had long been expected by him.

"Isn't it really an advanced level for apprentices?"

"But it's not completely without gain. At least I got a very important piece of information."

"When a transcendent's power reaches a certain limit, there is a high probability that he will need a new formula to continue to improve his power."

"Too little information is currently available to determine how many recipes exist."

"But... what am I, a transcendent in the apprenticeship sequence?"

Although the regret on Zhang Tong's face was undisguised, he had already made corresponding psychological preparations.

According to his last experience in obtaining the apprentice formula, Chaoren Game is likely to give corresponding rewards based on his actual performance and the resources he obtained.

In other words, if Zhang Tong obtained other materials this time, the reward given to him by the extraordinary game would most likely be other formulas.

"It seems that we need to be more targeted in the future."

Zhang Tong muttered, the fighter formula was firmly imprinted in his mind, and Zhang Tong conveniently put away the extraordinary game.

For Zhang Tong, now is not the time to continue playing.

Now that he already knows the existence of the exercises, Zhang Tong, who realizes the importance of the exercises, does not think that he should continue the extraordinary game now.

"At least I should be acquiring the skills and further mastering the extraordinary power."

"Otherwise, something more dangerous may be fatal."

There is no hope for extraordinary games. For things like exercises, Zhang Tong can only think of ways on his own.

I patted my canvas schoolbag, and it seemed that only in this way could extraordinary games and bank cards be safer.

Then, Zhang Tong took out his notebook, leaned on the bed, and began to think about the information he had collected on the Internet.

"First of all, one thing that is certain is that there is no extraordinary information on the Internet."

"Even because of the launch of the Extraordinary Game, the endless bizarre incidents have been immediately deleted by the officials."

"So, you basically don't have to count on the Taoist temples and temples that can be found on the Internet."

Considering the harmony on the Internet, Zhang Tong started to draw crosses on his notebook after a slight hesitation.

A large number of well-known Taoist temples and temples around Mingyang City, and even information about fox yellow, white willow ash and so on, were quickly dispatched by Zhang Tong.

After such eliminations, there was very little information left in the notebook.

More of it is some information excerpted by Zhang Tong from Tieba or forums.

However, this information was still of little help to Zhang Tong. Many locations were either too far away or simply could not withstand scrutiny.

In desperation, after screening one by one, Zhang Tong finally had no choice but to use the mobile web version of QQ to join a group chat.

Group name: Shangjiangjun’s little train

Group number: 294351571

Joining a group chat is also something you can't do.

Because Zhang Tong knows very well whether he is a human being or a newbie walking on the extraordinary road.

Relying solely on one's own limited information channels, there is no way to filter out the truly useful things from the massive amount of information.

Instead of doing this, it is better to join this kind of group that appears on the forum and specializes in discussing such weird things, and then obtain relatively reliable information.

"I just don't know how long this group can survive."

Thinking of the mysteriously missing posts on the Internet, Zhang Tong couldn't help but shake his head. He really had reservations about how long this group could survive.

After successfully joining the group chat, Zhang Tong put his phone on the bedside, closed his eyes, and fell asleep in a short time.

It’s not that Zhang Tong doesn’t take the content in the group chat seriously.

But as a newcomer who has just joined the group, if he wants to get some useful information through the group chat content, it means that Zhang Tong must hold his mobile phone and constantly refresh the group chat.

After all, Zhang Tong’s mobile phone is not a smartphone, and this era is not yet an era of intelligence.

If you have that time, you might as well take a nap for a while.

You know, after dealing with Teacher Li, Zhang Tong has not rested yet. Both mentally and physically, he is in an extremely exhausted state.

If you don't have time to wait and see, it's better to have a good sleep.

And after sleeping like this, almost an entire afternoon passed.

It was getting dark when Zhang Tong woke up from his sleep. As soon as he opened his eyes, he took a breath of cold air.

"hiss!"

"It hurts so much!"

There was a bone-chilling pain from the large bruises on his body, making Zhang Tong grinning uncontrollably.

Although he has mastered some extraordinary powers, except for his better physical strength, Zhang Tong's body is not much stronger than ordinary people in other aspects.

Maybe, a little more lasting?

Zhang Tong has never tried it and doesn’t know it himself.

Constantly sucking in the air-conditioning, Zhang Tong immediately picked up his phone and opened the group chat interface.

Sure enough, in one afternoon, there was already a lot more content in the chat history.

Zhang Tong flipped through the chat records, and found that many of them were meaningless discussions, as well as discussions about strange events in various places that he didn't know whether they were real or not.

Until a message appeared in the chat history, Zhang Tong was suddenly shocked.

Flying Wolf: Is anyone here? Is anyone here?

Little White Rabbit: Not me.

Flying Wolf: I'll just ask in the group, whether there is anyone or not, our plan has been decided.

Flying Wolf: I am a student at a normal university. One of my classmates told me that something strange happened in his hometown.

Flying Wolf: His home is in the mountains, and there is a temple nearby that has been around for who knows how long.

Flying Wolf: Some time ago, some travel friends camped in the temple at night and never came back. The police investigated in the village and found nothing. Everyone in the village said it was a mandrill eating people!

Flying Wolf: Doesn’t our group exist to explore the truth? Does anyone want to go with a few of our classmates?

As for the flying wolf, it was quickly drowned out by a large number of discussions, and no one paid any attention to him at all.

After all, this group is said to be to explore the truth, but in fact it is just daily gossip to satisfy one's own curiosity.

Ordinary people can analyze those weird things through the screen, but how many of them are really seeking death?
Chapter completed!