When He Ming took back the sage, a big pit with a diameter of twenty meters and a depth of one meter appeared in front of him.

This big pit is so regular, it is like a construction site compactor.

"Now, are you dead?" He Ming bent over in a daze, took a roll and fell into it.

With the blue moonlight, He Ming found that the soft black mud was gone.

In the middle of the big pit, a dark heart as big as a head was lying quietly.

"So it's you!" Seeing this heart, He Ming understood.

According to memory, this heart is a pollutant.

Number: Si-03-04591, called Black Mud Heart.

This black mud heart escaped from the Imperial Temple Institute two months ago due to an accident and disappeared.

The internal system of the detective also issued wanted information, so He Ming knew something.

The black mud heart itself has extremely strong permeability, ductility and self-healing.

It likes to eat human hearts, which can pollute humans and possess them, and control humans to hunt their hearts.

"The risk of death of at least 500 people is present. It's enough to earn a large bonus and get promoted."

He Ming crawled over with difficulty, putting his hands on the dark heart full of terrifying vitality.

"It's a pity that I'm missing a heart now."

At this time, He Ming was not worried that his heart would suddenly rise and swallow him.

Although pollutants cannot be destroyed or destroyed, they will fall asleep after being attacked strong enough.

Depending on the strength of the attack, the sleeping time ranges from several hours to hundreds of years.

As long as it falls into a deep sleep, He Ming will have at least three hours of safe time.

Sitting up with his heart in his arms, He Ming gasped hard.

Every pollutant is extremely corrosive and aggressive to humans.

But at this time He Ming had no choice.

He had so many secrets in him who had just passed by, and he didn't want to become a vegetative person who could not die.

So, he had to bet!

"I think that this heart...can bring me back to life."

He Ming inspired his own inspiration for the third time.

Ding! If you are looking for an inspiration, please pay the price for it.

Lifespan: 10 years.

Money consumed: 1 million.

There is no possibility of choice, He Ming directly chooses to consume.

The next second, He Ming suddenly felt a special force acting on the black mud heart and his body.

Ding! Tip: You have three months left in your life.

Ding! Tip: According to your repayment ability, your loan amount has reached the upper limit.

Hearing this prompt, He Ming smiled bitterly: "Is there any time traveler who is worse than me?"

I just traveled through time and had only three months left to live, and I also had a debt of 6.01 million yuan.

At this time, the black mud heart seemed to have regained its activity and turned into black mud and drilled into his body along the big hole in He Ming's chest.

After gradually forming the shape of the heart inside, the blood hole in He Ming's chest quickly healed itself.

About five minutes later.

Pudong!

He Ming, who had been traveling for half an hour, felt the beating of his heart in his body for the first time.

But before He Ming was happy, a series of strange whispers suddenly rang in his ears.

Then, countless people screamed in despair, howling and begging for mercy surrounded his brain.

At the same time, He Ming also saw that the special force of the black heart was rapidly penetrating his blood vessels with the beating, turning his blood vessels into pure black.

Faced with this situation, He Ming was not panicked because he had already anticipated this situation.

Because he is transforming his body through the power of his black heart.

His inspiration just now was not to replenish his heart, but to regain his life through this heart!

Through the previous two wishes, He Ming has already figured out his general ability to inspire.

This seems to be the same ability as saying the Dharma, but in fact it is essentially an equal exchange.

This inspiration can make He Ming ignore many restrictions such as physical details, scientific laws, etc., and directly achieve his goal.

But the neglected substances are compensated for from the cost.

He calculated this from the fact that blood was applied to the gun.

By chance, he learned the price of exorcist bullets on the black market.

One round, one thousand yuan, and one thousand yuan he himself strengthened just 10 bullets.

If it involves material aspects, it can be solved through money.

For rules, this requires a lifetime.

He Ming naturally did not plan to die just after traveling through time, and awakened the golden finger, so he planned to extend his life through this heart.

Since the black mud heart itself has the ability to heal itself and prolong life, He Ming probably won't consume too much.

Everything I consume is just to allow this pollutant heart to adapt to my body.

As time passed, the roars and whispers in my ears gradually dissipated, and the black blood vessels gradually hid under the skin.

When He Ming stood up again, the sun had already risen.

Facing the rising sun, He Ming stretched out his body, and he felt his body be extra strong and healthy.

Pick up the dagger and cut the skin. After the sting, the three-centimeter wound healed completely within ten seconds.

But at the same time, He Ming also discovered that his blood had turned black, similar to the form of black mud.

"You must never let the guardians of the Imperial Church know, otherwise... I will spend the rest of my life in the laboratory slices."

Then he checked his lifespan through inspiration.

Last night, there was only three months left to live, and now it has become fifty years.

"A black mud heart has only lasted fifty years?"

"No, these fifty years are likely to be the black mud heart that I beat up and fell asleep for fifty years."

"And fifty years later it wakes up and will leave my body."

"Hmph, there are still fifty years left, what am I afraid of?"

Finally, He Ming turned his gaze on the golden cudgel in his hand.

Strictly speaking, this golden cudgel is not the original version of Sun Wukong.

Due to He Ming's lifespan and money limited, his golden cudgel is only a inferior version.

The maximum length of this golden cudgel is only one kilometer, and the maximum diameter is only forty meters.

It has no special abilities, pure physical attacks, relying on high-speed extension, huge size and weight to attack.

Although it is far from the legendary Dinghai Shen Needle, it is enough for He Ming to use it.

"In this way, you are not qualified to call it Ruyi Golden Cudgel. Just call it a charlatan. A magical stick, a charlatan, this name is good."

He casually turned the golden cudgel into only five centimeters and put it in his pocket. He Ming looked up at the red sun, and his heart suddenly felt excited.

Although the time travel was not very smooth, it was a blessing in disguise. Now I have some capital to survive in this dangerous world.

"The Tianqin Empire has extraordinary revival and strange awakening. Since I am here, I will live a wonderful life, happy life, and refreshing life."

Then, He Ming ran in a free manner in the rising sun, embracing the first sunshine and rebirth he saw in another world.
Chapter completed!