MTL - What If I Can’t Die?-Chapter 51 Beasts, Beasts, and Despair

Martial arts practitioners need to supplement a large amount of blood, food, and medicinal materials. With each level of strength, the requirements for food are higher.

Nowadays, the food of ordinary people does not have much effect on them, and they instinctively feel that it is tasteless.

"That's right, you will feel this way when you are strong."

Meiniang came to her senses and nodded in agreement: "Like Liu Huwei, it's best to eat the meat of fierce beasts or even spirit beasts now, so that you will find it delicious."

"The ferocious beast is okay, let's forget about the spirit beast, that's not something we can eat."

Great cleverness knows how much he is, and fierce beasts are equivalent to innate Qi training to transcendental foundation building. Spiritual beasts involve the level of Jindan kings, and it is difficult to contact them now.

Song Shi has learned a lot. The ferocious beasts and spirit beasts are the rough distinctions between beasts. What ordinary people can touch are ordinary beasts and wild beasts.

If the beast can eat certain precious medicines by chance, or grow in a special environment, swallowing the essence of the sun and the moon, it can become a fierce beast with a fierce aura.

Going one step further, if spiritual intelligence can be born, it will be similar to human beings, turning into spirit beasts. If this kind of existence comes into contact with the human world, it is also called a monster.

As for the divine beast above, it is even more mysterious.

Beasts are like this, and other insects, fish, and birds are roughly divided in the same way.

"Can Yaoyuelou buy beast meat?"

Song Shi was curious, he really wanted to taste the taste of the beast meat.

"Yes, it is possible, but the price is relatively expensive, a hundred times that of ordinary meat. After all, it is not something ordinary people can handle."

Mei Niang wondered: "It's impossible to provide it to the young master for free. We have channels, but we have to get the money from the young master."

"You just buy it, and prepare enough beast meat for every meal in the future."

Song Shi said generously.

"No problem, since Young Master Song has spoken, Mei Niang will let someone prepare."

Mei Niang raised her wine glass, "I am here to congratulate Liu Huwei for his advanced talent, and there will be beast meat to eat every now and then."

"thanks."

Da Cong shyly returned a cup.

After eating and drinking enough, Song Shi got into the carriage and returned to the residence of the monster killer.

The driver of the car was smart enough to reflect on Mei Niang's demeanor for a long time, came back to his senses, and coughed: "Hey, master, we don't have much money anymore, what should we do with the money from the beast?"

Song Shi, who was practicing, remembered that his father had given all his wealth to Demon Slayer, and his face twitched: "Is the money we have left enough?"

"One or two meals is okay. The lowest level of beast meat costs a hundred taels of silver a catty. The two of us can eat less than ten catties for a meal. My old Liu only has more than three thousand taels of silver. I can eat three meals at most."

"..."

Song Shi usually doesn't worry about money, but now he has to think about money.

If the strength is stronger, the cost will also increase significantly.

"I still have some money in my room, which can be used for a while."

Song Shi thought that he had picked up some money from Dai Dou, plus his usual extra money, it would be no problem to last for a few days.

"Woo woo woo..."

A burst of crying suddenly came in from outside, with smoke from the burned paper money, and the atmosphere was sad.

Song Shi opened the curtain and took a look.

Both sides of the street were full of corpses covered in white or sackcloth, and some people in government uniforms were urging them on.

"Hurry up, take the people to West City and burn them, don't spread the plague to more people."

"We must keep our filial piety!"

"What do you keep, the plague will be contagious, hurry up if you don't want to die!"

The scene was quite chaotic, with crying and cursing.

Da Zhiming drove the carriage around, with a heavy expression on his face: "Master, the plague is serious again, it feels like every household is dying."

"What are the characteristics of these dead people?"

"Coughing, vomiting blood, the onset is very fast, and the person may die within a day."

"How contagious?"

"It's very strong, and it happens all over the city."

"It's not scientific."

Song Shi muttered, according to his medical knowledge in his previous life, the fatality rate and infection rate of this plague should be inversely proportional, there is no double high.

However, this is a world with demons and ghosts, and it is not normal for a powerful plague to appear.

"Master? What is science?" Da Congming was puzzled.

"Nothing, what's so special about the dead crowd?"

Song Shi knew through eavesdropping that the plague was related to the Demon Sect.

"Special? It's similar to the plague before. Those who are in poor health are easy to die, and people like us are basically fine."

Great wisdom is a matter of course.

"Eliminate the weak? Or what's the point...just make trouble?"

Song Shi rubbed his chin, Tianmo Cult intentionally spread the plague, it was definitely not as simple as killing people.

"Woo~"

Da Congming suddenly grabbed the reins and stopped the carriage.

He glared at the people blocking the road: "Boy, what are you going to do?"

"My lord, son, please do me a favor, my mother is dying, please give me some money, I want to see a doctor for my mother."

This is a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy, thin and dirty, with bright eyes and a broken eyebrow. He is kneeling on the ground and shouting.

"Go away, we are not good people, why should we give you money!"

Da Zhiming snorted coldly, Jinxiu City is in chaos now, many families are ruined, who can help? Besides, the boy's mother is probably infected with the plague, so it's useless to give money.

"I beg of you, I am willing to be a cow and a horse for you!"

The boy with broken eyebrows kowtowed on the ground.

Da Zhiming raised his hand, trying to push the man away with his true energy, Song Shi's voice sounded.

"How much do you want!"

"Ten taels, I only want ten taels."

Hope appeared in the youth's originally despairing eyes.

"I'll give you thirty taels, go save your mother."

Song Shi said to Da Congming: "Give it to him. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com"

"Boy, you are lucky to meet our young master."

Great wisdom took out thirty taels and threw it to the boy.

"Thank you benefactor, thank you sir."

The teenager was desperately grateful.

"Go and save your mother."

Song Shi's expression was complicated. His mother also died of illness, but it's a pity that money is useless. How similar is it to today's teenagers?

The boy with broken eyebrows ran up in a hurry, ran into the alley excitedly, and returned home.

"Mom, you are saved..."

When the boy stepped into the door, his voice stopped abruptly, and a familiar body was already lying under the sackcloth.

The father who was coughing violently had no light in his eyes: "Boy, it's late, your mother has already left."

Plop!

The boy with broken eyebrows knelt on the ground weakly, and the silver in his hand fell.

"mother…"

Sad cries spread.

Similar scenes are staged in many places. Even if you have money, you can't save people.

Desperation spread in Jinxiu City.

…

From time to time, there were corpses lying on the avenue, and the carriage had to enter a remote path to advance.

"Master, it's a troubled time right now, you shouldn't be kind, people can't help you enough."

After all, Da Zhiming couldn't help but speak his mind.

"I know."

Song Shi didn't care: "Help if you want to help, don't help if you don't want to, just have a clear conscience, I won't be a bad person."

"That's good. I'm afraid the young master will help too much, and I won't have anything to eat."

Da Congming felt relieved, and suddenly felt cold all over.

At this time, the horse neighed uncomfortably, and in Yilulu's voice, a big **** ax fell from the sky.

"Damn it, someone is ambushing!"