After a few days of baptism, all the fat that had recently grown on Mao Yongan's body had disappeared, and he looked very thin.
Just like the way he looked when he saw Wang Ye for the first time.
Even compared to then, he even has a little more muscles now and looks quite strong.
"start running!"
Lu Dongbin still had his hands on his back and the flying sword on his feet. He stood in the air and looked at Mao Yongan's embarrassed figure and said lightly.
Now the blood poured by Mao Yongan is no longer the lowest level, but can attract ghost generals. Relatively speaking, Lu Dongbin also gave Mao Yongan more mental power.
But as usual, there were still many half-king-level ghosts behind Mao Yongan at this time, and the blood seemed to be ineffective.
This made Lu Dongbin very puzzled.
He also suspected that there was something wrong with the blood last time, so he secretly tested it when he was alone in the wasteland, but everything was normal.
How come it's different when I get to Mao Yong'an.
Or is it that everyone’s physique is different and this thing varies from person to person?
Fortunately, the results were good, even more satisfactory than what Lu Dongbin had planned. Although Mao Yongan would be tired and panting and sweating profusely every time, after returning, both physical and mental strength would increase to a certain extent.
Of course, Lu Dongbin looked down upon these increases.
All he did was to lay a good foundation for Mao Yong'an. Otherwise, with such a small increase in strength, it would be no different from delivering food.
Burial expenses are not cheap, and if you really die there, you will lose your blood.
...
the other side.
Wang Ye returned to the post office again, allowing his body to automatically absorb the yin energy in the post office. He sat cross-legged on the ground with a stack of paper in front of him.
Then, Wang Ye prepared a bucket of blood stained with energy and gently brushed it on the paper, spreading it evenly.
After the paper dried, he poured out a bottle of seemingly transparent liquid, but this liquid was very viscous.
Brush it a second time.
When the paper dries again, it has returned to its original color.
However, Wang Ye was obviously not satisfied with this. Normally, something made from this paper would be sufficient as a mobile tool, but... Wang Ye was not satisfied with this.
The energy of blood...
Still too little!
Thinking about it, Wang Ye gritted his teeth and took out another glass bottle from the bag.
Buddha blood.
There aren’t many good things like this!
And if you want to smear all the papers, it's not impossible, but it's limited to three sheets at most.
Thinking about it, he picked up the brush, carefully dipped it in some Buddha's blood, and began to rub it gently on the paper.
but...
As the Buddha's blood covered the paper, the paper suddenly ignited and turned into ashes on the spot.
Obviously, paper of this level cannot withstand the huge energy supply of Buddha's blood.
But the same...
A problem occurred.
Where can I get higher quality paper myself?
Those three pages are powerful, but it would be too wasteful to make it into this thing.
if...
Instead of paper, use leather...
Wang Ye suddenly thought of something and kept groping in the post office.
Soon, he found several human skins on the shelf.
This thing should be useful!
Wang Ye's eyes lit up, he stretched out his finger, pointed at the human skins, and shouted: "Post office, these things are gathering dust here, give them to me."
"Ah..."
In mid-air, Yin Qi kept rolling, forming a word and three dots...
"Just think of it as an advance payment for my next mission's reward, how about that?"
Wang Ye didn't look red and his heart didn't beat, so he directly wrote a blank check.
"Next mission, reward: Ghost uniform."
The Yin Qi in the void surged again, forming new words.
Wang Ye's face turned dark instantly. After he went to the world inside the door, his new ghost uniform was damaged again.
The post office is still waiting for me here.
"I don't know what level the young people trained by your underworld are, but I guess they should be similar to me, or even worse than me. Otherwise, many profitable tasks will not be my turn."
"so..."
"Don't you want my friendship?"
"As I become stronger, they can be more at home in Yaochi. After all, the resources required to cultivate each one of this thing are huge. Wouldn't you feel bad if I died?"
Wang Ye's eyes flashed and he said again.
Obviously, this problem is a bit too complicated, which has made the post office think about it.
for a long time...
"Can."
A word appeared again, and then two human skins suddenly flew up from the shelf and landed in front of Wang Ye.
Wang Ye put his hand on it and felt a chill instantly.
nice one!
It can make him feel cold. If an ordinary person touches it, he will freeze to death.
I didn’t expect the post office to have such exquisite stock.
Wang Ye was very satisfied.
But this post office is a bit stingy...
There are obviously two more.
Wang Ye muttered something before returning to his original position with the human skin.
New problems arise.
This human skin is huge and cannot be solved by stacking a small animal.
Once done, tigers and leopards will be fine.
So...the Buddha's blood is not enough.
what to do!
If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have been so extravagant and wasteful in the world behind the door. Using some cheap blood might have the same effect.
I don’t know how the long-eared Buddha’s physical body is recovering...
Wang Ye suddenly thought of it.
It's a pity that every time I go into the post office, I put the relics of the Long-eared Buddha outside.
Regarding the secret of the post office, he didn't want Chang Er to know yet.
There is no other way, just deal with it first.
Wang Ye reluctantly mixed the Buddha's blood with some other high-energy blood, diluted it, and then began to smear it on the two human skins, and went through the process again.
But at this time, his heart was also full of tension.
After all, those in the Taoist sect have never tested human skin.
And... why do all the things that look noble and fairy-like look so gloomy after falling into your hands?
Wang Ye complained about himself in his heart.
Fortunately, after the air-drying process, everything is consistent with the appearance of the paper.
Wang Ye just sat in the post office and kept studying.
It was not until three days later that he took a look at the still sleeping monkey and then left the post office.
No one knew what terrible things he had revealed in the post office in the past few days.
