Ming's eyes opened, and Han Mo looked at the thin line beside him alertly, and found that the thin line was not broken. He then breathed a sigh of relief. He turned his head and looked inside the room and was about to get up, but as if he saw something amazing, he quickly turned his head.

On the table, the ordinary plastic cup, the ordinary water, and the ordinary young purple forest plant all seemed ordinary, but the twisting power on it was changed.

The originally low-infection water had almost overflowed, and the twisting power inside could be felt from afar. Han Mo hurriedly walked closer, picked up the young purple forest plant, and when he threw the water clean, he looked it carefully and found that the young purple forest plant, which was originally high-infection, had turned into a low-infection.

Han Mo swallowed his saliva, and he hid the low-infected purple forest plant to calm down his mood. Otherwise, others would find out about their abnormality and began to secretly test the function of this drink cup.

In just one morning, Han Mo roughly tested the function of this cup. This cup has the function of absorbing the distorted power of other things. At first, Han Mo thought it was a twisted magic object, but it was fundamentally different from a twisted magic object. It required two conditions to absorb the distorted power of things in the cup.

First, blood. The more blood, the stronger it is, the stronger it has. Last night, there was only some residual blood in the quilt, so it took a whole night to reduce the infection of the young purple forest plant.

Second, time is related to the amount of blood, and the twisted force absorbed will be integrated into the blood.

Han Mo was playing with the cup in his hand. As of now, this cup was at most free from food in his life. After all, the cup was so small, and there was only so much food that could be processed every time. He didn't have that much blood, so it would be good to be able to maintain his food and clothing.

"Now it seems that that person has definitely discovered me. When I saw this cup, the moment of attraction was also what he did. But what did he do to me with this cup?" Han Mo looked at the low-infection food on the other side. It was him who processed the food through the cup this morning.

Although it is verified from various aspects that these foods are safe and edible, Han Mo dare not take it lightly. Is his detection methods so powerful? It would be a pity to die if there are problems with these foods.

"I need someone to help test the drug!" Han Mo tried not to cause trouble in the city before, but he was just trying as much as possible. He was not a good person, and there were basically no good people in this end of the world. Everyone was either surviving or using power to act as a blessing. Good people would not live long.

There are always some people in the city who are dying because they have no food for a long time. If they cannot survive, they will start to fight for their lives. The consequences of such people are usually reduced to food for some people or die in a certain corner.

Not long after, the young and strong Han Mo pulled an old man about fifty to a secret corner. Even if someone saw this scene, he would not come. Such things happen every day.

Some people still have some conscience, so they try their best to find food, while some people don’t want to take risks, so they go to find such dying people to start, living in a twisted and broken world.

The old man was so hungry that he had no strength. When Lu Li found him, he was digging a pit, hoping to bury himself. After all, not everyone could accept that he was eaten.

He looked at Han Mo in despair, and even had no strength to bite his tongue and commit suicide. Forget it, just be eaten. Life is meaningless and doesn't care about anything. When Han Mo tied him up with a rope, he looked desperate. Knowing that Lu Li took out something, he opened his mouth in surprise.

Han Mo looked at the old man who was forced to put food in, and a sharp blade pressed against the old man's neck. If anything is wrong, Han Mo would turn around and run away or stab the man to death according to the situation.

The old man was in a daze. What kind of trick is this? Before killing me and eating meat, I would give some food to compensate? Don’t joke, okay, I have started to be human, how could I still have those consciences?

The next moment, the old man's head hurts, and some information pours into his mind as the food is digested, which makes him want to struggle, and his face looks painful.

Han Mo's heart sank. Is there really something wrong with those foods? Sure enough, the things that pies fall directly from the sky are usually traps. The cup may be extraordinary, but Han Mo will not take the risk of trying without seeing the benefits.

"What did you stuff into my mind? The Spirit Forging Art? What the hell is it? What is the Xuanyin Corpse Refining Art?" The old man patted his head and said in pain. The words in his mouth attracted Han Mo's attention. What special knowledge should be found in these things depending on the situation?

Not long after, the old man fainted because there was too much stuff in his mind. After Han Mo checked it, the broken iron piece pierced the old man's neck without hesitation. Han Mo stood there and saw the old man stop breathing and lose his life. Because of the rumors of zombies standing up, Han Mo had waited for a while.

After confirming that the old man had completely lost it, Han Mo threw the old man's body into a drainage passage, and the corpse eater living in the drainage will gnaw the body until the bones are left.

Back at his little nest, Han Mo fell into deep thought as he looked at the things on the table. The old man fainted because he was old and his brain was slowly declining. He could not accept the impact of information. He was still young. According to reason, there was no problem at all.

So whether to eat or not is a problem.

Han Mo picked up the young purple forest plant and tore a small piece open. He felt the distorted infection in the food. The roar of hunger came from his stomach. After all, he only ate a little mushroom soup last night, and today he had been busy for about a day.

"If there is really a problem, the worst result is death, and the best result is a salted fish turning over." Han Mo felt that he was doing something that determines his fate in life. He stopped thinking and threw the small piece of purple forest into his mouth and chewed it slowly. The taste was really good.

As the food entered his stomach, Han Mo slowly felt some information pouring into his mind. The beginning was the Spirit Forging Art I heard before, perhaps because Han Mo only ate a small piece, or perhaps because he was still young, he did not feel dizzy or headache.

When the information flow slowly faded, Han Mo realized that the half of the Spirit-Casting Art seemed to be imprinted in his mind, suppressing his excitement. Han Mo ate a small piece of food again, and then he finished filling the Spirit-Casting Art, and gradually understood what this Spirit-Casting Art was.
Chapter completed!