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Chapter 552 It should come, it will come eventually!

With the explosion of bone marrow throughout his body, Shuhang felt that his physique had actually been slightly enhanced, although it only strengthened a little.

Not only is his physical fitness, but his height seems to have also increased a little?

In the past few days, the physical condition has not weakened, but has increased?

Could it be the result of the last time I used the "identification technique"? While I was constantly bleeding myself, my physical condition was also strengthened?

However, he would rather not have this level of reinforcement, the price is not proportional to the gain! A business that is absolutely at a loss.

"You have been sleeping for several days in one go. Every time I change the room in the past few days, I have to carry you." Chuchu said.

As she said that, she took out a few fasting pills from the small package and handed them to Song Shuhang: "Do you want to eat it? I have all kinds of flavors. You have been sleeping for so many days, so you should be hungry, right?"

"What's the flavor?" Song Shuhang asked curiously.

The fasting pills sent to him by Su Shiliu were all tasteless, and he always thought that the fasting pills were all tasteless.

Chuchu explained: "Fruit flavor, barbecue flavor, tomato flavor, chicken flavor, all."

"Please give me a chicken flavor." Song Shuhang replied.

He and Chuchu stayed in this "Time City" for nearly a month. In addition to the fasting pill, they were also fasting pills. When he thought of the smell of chicken, he felt a mouthful of saliva.

Chuchu handed him a light yellow fasting pill.

After Shuhang took it, he sniffed it gently and actually smelled the faint smell of roast chicken. His saliva couldn't help but secrete it: "Just smell it just so smells. Where can I buy this fasting pill? There are still various flavors."

As soon as Song Shuhang finished saying this... Suddenly, his own face changed.

The next moment, he pinched the arm of the fasting pill and more than twenty sword wounds of varying degrees appeared out of thin air.

Blood rushes.

Come again?!

This tricky "identification technique" secret method has not been closed yet?

Don't joke, I'm not a blood bank! I've sprayed more blood these days than I did in my life.

Chuchu: "No, fellow Shuhang...you are bleeding again."

"Yes, am I watching right now?" Song Shuhang stared at the wound on his arm - so much blood was wasted.

By the way, does he have to consider raising a cute vampire and other creature around him as a pet? In this way, he will not waste blood? As far as Song Shuhang knows, there are real vampire and other creatures in this world. I just don’t know if they are handsome men and beautiful women like in the movie?

Chuchu: "Don't stop bleeding?"

"It will stop flowing. I feel a little used to it." Song Shuhang said calmly. He looked very bloody, but that was only because of the large number of wounds. In fact, the wound was very shallow and healed in minutes.

However, because his wound has been cracked and recovered recently, and after recovery, he has cracked and has already had a lot of scars on his body.

It is said that "scar" is a man's medal... Song Shuhang speculated that if he continued like this, he would be covered with medals in a month.

Chuchu asked, "Is it the curse that has not been untied yet?"

"Well, it probably hasn't been completely solved." Song Shuhang sighed - but it has also made progress. At least this secret method of "identification" has been activated from whatever he comes into contact with. To the point where he starts randomly now, it has been an improvement.

As he spoke, the runes in his eyes surged onto the fasting pill like flowing water, and then turned into the form of a clock. The hour hand on the clock quickly retreated...

After a moment, the runes returned to Song Shuhang's eyes like a tide.

[Chicken-flavored fasting pill, Gaba crispy, is enough to maintain the nutrients for one month for first-grade monks - produced in April 2018, with a shelf life of 20 years. Origin: from the south of China, produced in Shixian Cave. Twenty second-grade spirit stones. Large quantity is better.]

Song Shuhang: "..."

This time the appraisal technique has also advertised for Shixian Cave? Has Shixian Cave paid for advertising?

Hey, wait!

[When I took the chicken-flavored fasting pill just now, did I ask Chuchu the question of ‘Where is this fasting pill sold?’?

[Then, the identification technique was started. Not only did the function of the fasting pill was identified, but it also highlighted the "original place" of the fasting pill. Perhaps, it was because of the curiosity in my heart just now that the identification technique was started?]

Song Shuhang pondered - if he guessed correctly, it would be equivalent to grasping the law of starting the "identification technique".

"What are the good habits of wounds?" Chu Chu was so amazed and laughed and took out the bandage again and bandaged the wound on Song Shuhang's hand.

As a result, Song Shuhang had bandages wrapped around his left and right hands, especially like a Sanda master.

Looking at his double queen, Song Shuhang murmured: "Maybe, I should try again!"

Chuchu: "Try it? What to try?"

Song Shuhang looked around and finally looked back on the new bandage of his hands. If the bandage was identified, at most he would have another wound on his fingers!

Then, give it a try!

Song Shuhang took a deep breath: "Where is this bandage produced!"

Before Song Shuhang's 'identification technique' was started, Chu Chu, who was on the other hand, quickly replied: "This is produced by our Chu family. Our Chu family has set up a company for the production of medical items in China for the needs of disciples to consume when practicing. After all, monks are often injured during the physical training stage."

Miss Chuchu answered beautifully!

Song Shuhang: "..."

I don’t know if it was the reason for the quick answer of “Chuchu”, but the identification technique did not start again. After waking up from a coma, Song Shuhang’s secret technique of “identification technique” seemed to have become much more flexible.

Forget it, let’s see what you can identify, and it’s something that is less expensive.

So Shuhang began to take out his inch-shrinkable bag.

Suddenly, he thought of something - Oh, before he fell into a coma last time, when he took out the "Daohe Dan", he seemed to have touched this one-inch shrinking bag first? Then he came into contact with Daohe Dan?

At that time, the secret method of identification in an out-of-control state did not first "identify" a one-inch shrinking bag, but chose to identify "Daohe Dan" first - this was equivalent to invisibly allowing him to escape the disaster!

Just think about it, you can know which one is more troublesome, which is the mysterious "one-inch shrinking bag" and the Star 5 version of Taoist or Dan produced by Guhu Taoist Temple.

Because he lost his memory on the "Mysterious Island", Song Shuhang had no idea where his "Inch Shrinking Bag" came from. At that time, if there was a tip stick in the "Inch Shrinking Bag", he might have given the cute "Rabbit-shaped" inch Shrinking Bag to someone, or abandoned it.

By the way, how did I get this one-inch shrinking bag from the mysterious island?

I have lost my memory and can't remember it at all.

not good!!!

No, no, no, no, I was thinking about some dangerous thoughts just now!

Stop this stupid idea.

[A calm mind is naturally cool, he will let him be strong, without desires or demands. Let me empty my head - equality, justice, rule of law, patriotism, strong career, integrity, friendship, prosperity, democracy, civilization, harmony, freedom... and other things, protect my body!] Song Shuhang desperately empty his head.

But, it's too late!

And sometimes people are very strange. The more you don’t want to ‘think of something’, the more disgusting this thing will circulate in your mind and refuse to dissipate.

Song Shuhang already felt a tingling sensation on his body.

[Don't be dead.]

Chichichichichichichichi...

The next moment, Shuhang had thousands of holes of varying depths on his body, and blood sprayed out like money. He dyed him a big blood man again.

"Ahhhhhh, it hurts, it's going to die, it's going to die."

A man doesn’t cry easily, but he hasn’t reached the sad place.

Song Shuhang shed tears of big men again... not because of pain, but because of his low-level mistakes, tears of regret shed.

"Fellow Shuhang!" Chuchu on the side was panicked and didn't know what to do.

Song Shuhang gritted his teeth and gave Chuchu a bitter thumbs up: "It's okay, it's just a little bit of wounds, but there are a little more wounds, so it doesn't matter."

"This is no longer a small wound, you are squirting blood." Chuchu quickly took out the bandage, but didn't know where to bandage Song Shuhang.

Song Shuhang was bleeding all over her body. If she really wanted to bandage her, she would probably have to wrap her up as a mummy, but she didn't have that many bandages!

Song Shuhang: "It's okay, the wound will recover in a few minutes."

"No matter how you look, you don't seem to be fine! What's going on with this curse on you? Where did you encounter this curse? Let's find a way to crack it together." Chuchu said quickly.

With this curse, Song Shuhang would squirt blood any time he would do and he could not do anything.

"Don't worry, I've found the rule of squirting blood." Song Shuhang grinned.

As he spoke, the charm culture in his eyes fell on the "one inch shrinking bag" like a stream of water, and then retreated back into Shuhang's eyes.

[The rabbit's cute-shaped one-inch shrinkage bag is made of snake skin shed by a snake with an inch finger. The producer likes the rabbit's "buzzing" and the ninth-grade robbery fairy realm. She made it by herself and gave it to fellow Taoist Song Shuhang.]

Buzzing is to silence. The original "buzzing buzzing" should represent the "dao name" or name of the ninth-grade chasing immortal who likes rabbits.

However, the ninth-grade robbery immortal deliberately concealed her past, present, and future. Even Song Shuhang's "identification technique" could not identify her Taoist name and name.

Fortunately, the senior on the mysterious island covered his secrets - otherwise, if Song Shuhang wanted to identify the information about a ninth-grade robbery immortal, the price he paid was more than just bleeding all over his body.

Maybe the blood vessels in the body exploded and died.

[When I was on the mysterious island, I actually met a ninth-grade robbery immortal?] Song Shuhang secretly said.

I remembered the last time I fell in love with myself, I met the "Nine-Lan Girl" on the mysterious island and the little white dragon in the ancient tomb.
Chapter completed!
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