inspire-indiana Chapter 2 Lottery
Chapter 2 Lottery
"Give me a prize draw."
As soon as he finished speaking...
The spinning wheel he had imagined didn't appear, nor did any fancy page appear; instead, three options appeared directly in front of him.
1. Growing stronger with age (your strength will increase as you get older)
2. Don't be afraid, just don't be afraid (as long as you face the enemy without retreating, you can greatly increase your defense and slightly increase your attack power).
3. Damn it, I'll kill you! (Consumes 99% of your own health to deliver a powerful blow with true damage.)
Looking at the lottery in front of him, Zhang Ping's lips twitched.
Isn't there anything better?
He's old but still strong; whether he can even survive now is a question.
I'm not afraid, that's all. I can choose to do it, since all I need to do is hold out until someone comes.
But... at this moment, Zhang Ping thought of a problem.
That means he is the strongest person in the yamen. If Zhou Zheng calls others, but they are no match for that big black rat, wouldn't they be wiped out?
Thinking of this, Zhang Ping noticed the red spots on the big black rat.
I gritted my teeth and immediately decided to kill you.
As the selection ended, a stream of cyan light entered his head, instantly granting him mastery of the skill.
Seeing that Zhang Ping was no match for the big black rat, Zhao Zhen became smug.
"Zhang Ping, I just gave you a chance to live, but you didn't cherish it. Now that you've offended Master Hao, you're dead."
With a smug look on his face, Zhao Zhen respectfully asked the big black rat, "Master Rat, kill him quickly."
The big black rat wiped the blood from the corner of its mouth, not in a hurry to make a move. Instead, it looked at Zhao Zhen and said slowly, "Tomorrow I need five blood sacrifices, all the same age as that little girl from before."
Upon hearing this, Zhao Zhen did not hesitate for a moment, and said with a fawning smile, "It is only right to show respect to Master Hao. Let alone five children, I would find ten for Master Hao."
Upon hearing this, the big black rat let out a shrill laugh, "You're on the right track."
Zhang Ping listened to their disgusting deal and couldn't help but lower his eyes.
He looked at the little girl's body lying on the ground, feeling no fear, but rather a surge of anger.
If I can't kill this big black rat, then ten children will suffer the same fate tomorrow.
"Damn it...you guys really don't take me, the head constable of Fenggu City, seriously at all!"
Zhang Ping looked at the big black rat, then swung his broadsword fiercely.
Use the newly acquired skill immediately.
I'll fuck you to death!
With a thought, visible wisps of red mist gathered from all parts of his body toward the broadsword in his hand.
At the same time, the health bar on the panel in front of him was also rapidly decreasing.
540-530-520-510…………
"Hmm, a blood sacrifice ritual?"
The big black rat looked at the skills Zhang Ping displayed, its dark eyes lessening their initial disdain.
However, he didn't pay any attention to it.
After all, the level of attainment is there for all to see.
Moreover, it is a demon race, and its strength is much stronger than that of humans. Even though it is only at the ninth level of Body Tempering as humans call it, it can still contend with a true Boiling Blood Realm cultivator. Therefore, it did not take Zhang Ping too seriously.
"If this cut doesn't kill you, I'll steam you up and eat you!"
Once the skill was used, Zhang Ping had no control over it, and his health was immediately reduced to 1 point.
As his health decreased, the aura emanating from the broadsword in his hand became increasingly terrifying, accompanied by a buzzing sound and a chilling, menacing presence.
That aura was domineering, resolute, and fierce.
His arm veins bulged as he swung his knife forward with a fierce chop.
The crimson blade light suddenly surged, condensing into a giant crimson crescent moon, and with overwhelming force, it slashed fiercely at the big black rat.
As the wind swept through, the hard bluestone slab was torn open instantly, leaving a deep crack, like a fragile rag.
In an instant, gravel flew everywhere and dust billowed up.
Only then did the big black rat finally abandon its contempt, and fear appeared in its dark eyes.
It is a demon, a demon that has been tempered to the ninth level. Its black fur is harder than iron, and ordinary swords and knives cannot even leave a white mark when they cut into it.
Moreover, it possesses extraordinary talent, enabling it to directly confront human powerhouses at the Boiling Blood Realm.
So from beginning to end, it never took Zhang Ping, this lowly constable, seriously.
But this cut was different.
It could sense that this blow would kill it.
The big black rat's fur stood on end, and it opened its mouth to exhale a thick plume of black smoke that instantly enveloped its body.
The black smoke had a pungent, corrosive stench and was its trump card for survival; it had even been able to block the spells of a true cultivator at the Boiling Blood Realm.
But that red light never stopped.
Just like slicing tofu with a knife, the red light sliced through the black smoke cleanly and swiftly, without the slightest hesitation or hesitation.
ah………
The big black rat let out a piercing scream, the sharp sound echoing through the alley.
The next second, the whole world went silent.
The large black rat's entire body was split in two, from the top of its head to its tailbone, neatly cut in half.
Black blood gushed out, splattering all over the ground, and internal organs and intestines spilled out in a disgusting manner.
Zhang Ping stood holding the knife, his chest heaving violently. He had thought that this strike might not be able to kill his opponent, and might even result in mutual injury, but the power of the strike far exceeded his expectations.
After calming down a bit, he realized that his skill not only sacrificed almost all of his health, but also dealt true damage that ignored defense. Coupled with his already strong foundation, it was reasonable for him to kill the demon rat with one strike.
And as he killed the rat demon, a red stream of light, seemingly visible only to him, immediately floated out from the rat demon's corpse and surged into his heart.
The red light didn't go away, and his health increased by 3000.
We've reached 1/4010.
He hadn't expected killing a rat demon to increase his rank so much, but he couldn't help being happy now.
Because he only has a little health left, he would probably die on the spot if he were to be hit even slightly.
The remaining few people in front of him, though seriously injured, still had the strength to resist, so he had to hold on and not reveal the slightest flaw.
He stared at Zhao Zhen beside him, his eyes cold and sharp as knives, his whole body still exuding a lingering murderous aura.
Upon seeing this, Zhao Zhen's previous bravado vanished, his legs went weak, and he took a step back.
Clearly, he hadn't expected Zhang Ping to have such strength.
"You...you actually killed it..."
Zhao Zhen's voice trembled, as if there was something else besides Zhang Ping that could make him feel even more terrified.
Do you know who it is?
Zhao Zhen's voice was filled with despair.
"It's the Black Granny's favorite grandson! If you kill it, everyone in Fenggu City will be executed!"
Zhang Ping frowned slightly upon hearing this.
He had naturally heard of the Black Stone Cave. It was a demon cave that had been entrenched for many years, located a hundred miles southeast of Fenggu City. The Black Granny in the cave was a powerful demon who had stepped into the Pseudo-Form Realm, whose strength was far beyond that of the Boiling Blood Realm. She was notorious in this area.
Normally, Zhang Ping would have to think twice before hearing this name.
But given the situation today, how could he afford to consider it?
The situation just now was so dire that it was either the demon rat who would die or he would perish, and it might even involve more children. He had no time to think about it.
"It's just a black old lady."
Zhang Ping's voice was cold and hard. With a flick of his wrist, the blood on his broadsword was flicked to the ground. "If it dares to show its face in Fenggu City, I'll kill it anyway."
Even he himself didn't quite believe it when he said that.
After all, a demon in the Pseudo-Form Realm is two whole realms below a demon in the Body Tempering Realm. If they really came, let alone one Zhang Ping, even if ten Zhang Pings came together, they would be easy prey.
But we can't show weakness now.
Just then, a series of hurried footsteps came from the alley entrance, accompanied by the clanging of swords clashing.
Zhou Zheng arrived with seventeen or eighteen yamen runners.
These people are all skilled in government affairs, and their level of expertise is quite high.
"Surround them!"
At Zhou Zheng's command, the constables swarmed forward and surrounded the five men from Changyun Escort Agency. Zhao Zhen knew that resistance was futile and had no choice but to surrender.
"Boss, what is this...?"
Zhou Zheng ran over, panting, and his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets when he saw the two halves of the rat's corpse on the ground.
He had been a constable for many years and had seen some monsters, but he had never seen such a huge rat demon before.
"Killed a demon at the ninth level of Body Tempering, but it took some effort to break my hands and feet."
Zhang Ping waved his hand dismissively.
However, only he himself knew that if something had gone wrong, he would have ruined himself.
"I'll leave this place to you for now. Take them back and interrogate them thoroughly to see if there are any accomplices."
"I need to go back and recuperate for a while."
Upon hearing this, Zhou Zheng immediately nodded, his eyes filled with admiration.
A demon at the ninth level of Body Tempering, just one step away from the Boiling Blood Realm. Moreover, demons are naturally stronger than humans and can fight beyond their level.
If it were anyone else, let alone killing them, just escaping alive would be a feat in itself.
But what about the boss? He was cleaved in two with a single blow.
Seeing this, Zhang Ping ignored his admiring gaze, dragged his tired body away step by step, and headed towards his own courtyard.
The night wind carried the smell of blood from behind him. As he smelled that odor, his mind was filled with the image of the little girl lying on the ground.
If he hadn't killed that dead rat, more children would have suffered tomorrow, so he felt he hadn't done anything wrong, at least not today.
Black Granny...
Thinking of this, Zhang Ping immediately gripped the hilt of the knife tightly.
"To survive in this world, it seems I need to increase my strength as soon as possible."
"If a monster can gain so much health, it seems like we can kill more of them."
But he knew that the rat demon he killed tonight might have had an element of luck involved. After all, if the other party hadn't been so arrogant and had been on guard, the outcome tonight would have been hard to predict.
With my mind in turmoil, I stepped into my own courtyard. As soon as I pushed open the gate, before I could even take a step inside, I heard a faint noise coming from inside the house.
Zhang Ping's heart tightened, and he subconsciously gripped the broadsword in his hand, becoming instantly vigilant.
Before he could think it through, a woman's voice, tinged with a hint of reproach and coquettishness, came from inside the house, "You've kept me waiting! Didn't you say you'd be back early?"
Upon hearing this voice, a memory of the original owner instantly flooded into Zhang Ping's mind.
The speaker was Widow Sun, whose real name was Qian Yue'e, from the Qiaoyi Shop in Fenggu City.
This woman was beautiful and had a lovely figure. She was considered one of the most beautiful women in Fenggu City. After her husband passed away, she began to have close contact with the original owner of the body and often visited his courtyard to meet him.
Since Zhang Ping had just transmigrated, his mind was filled with complicated thoughts, and having just experienced that life-or-death battle, he had completely forgotten about this matter for a moment.
He stood in the courtyard, looking at the faint light coming from the house, his heart filled with mixed feelings.
The romantic entanglements left behind by the original owner are not easy to deal with.
But now that everyone's here, we can't just stand in the yard all night, can we?
After a while, he took a deep breath and pushed open the door to enter the house.
An oil lamp was lit in the room, its dim yellow light bathing the entire room in a warm hue. Qian Yue'e lay half-reclined on his bed, her clothes slightly undone, revealing a section of her fair and delicate shoulder. Her long, black hair was spread out on the pillow, making her face appear even more fair and beautiful.
She tilted her head and looked at Zhang Ping, a smile playing on her lips.
"What's wrong! Aren't you always so impatient? Saying you want me to make the well water gush out or something, why are you standing outside for so long today?"
Zhang Ping didn't respond.
To be honest, he had experienced too much today and really wasn't in the mood.
Having narrowly escaped death, how could I possibly have the mind for romance and poetry?
But just as he looked down, a red dot suddenly appeared in front of him.
And that red dot was right under Qian Yue'e.
Zhang Ping's heart skipped a beat.
Red dot?
Why does Qian Yue'e also have red spots?
According to the information provided by the system, red dots represent enemies and threats.
But the original owner had been in contact with her for so long. If she wanted to harm him, she would have done so long ago. Why wait until today?
Or is it that... the conditions for this system's steel-man are different?
However, since there's a chance to test my skills, I can't let it go, as it can improve my strength.
With these thoughts in mind, Zhang Ping's hands moved without stopping, and he quickly took off his clothes.
Just a moment later.
There was movement inside the room.
As Zhang Ping suddenly bent over, a clang echoed in his ears.
This made him wonder, could this really be made of steel?
The lamplight flickered, casting two intertwined shadows on the wall. However, judging from their silhouettes, Zhang Ping had the upper hand.