OBS Chapter 65 Improvement
Chapter 65 Improvement
The flames went out, and the room went dark again.
Fang Shuwen didn't rush to light a second one; he just stood there, his mind racing.
Old Fang has disappeared.
It wasn't that I went out to visit other people's homes, nor was it that I went to Hu Da's place for drinks.
The blankets were folded neatly; Old Fang had tidied them up after he got up that morning, which meant Old Fang hadn't come back since the afternoon.
The gatekeeper's shift is from 7 a.m. to 7 p.m., and no matter how busy Lao Fang is, he will come back for dinner and grab a bite to eat.
Not today.
This is unprecedented in my more than ten years of memory; it has never happened before.
Even if something really happened to Lao Fang, he would definitely leave a message so that Hu Da or someone else in the courtyard could inform him.
There's nothing today.
Could it be that they were really "invited away" by those people?
Thinking of this,
Fang Shuwen turned and went out the door, crossed the courtyard, and headed towards the kitchen.
The kitchen door was closed.
He raised his hand and knocked on the door.
"Uncle Hu, Uncle Hu!"
After a few knocks, rustling sounds came from inside, and then Hu Da's deep voice rang out: "Xiao Fang? Hungry? How about Uncle Hu makes you a bowl of noodles?"
"I'm not hungry, Uncle Hu. Did you see my dad this afternoon? He's not home."
Hu Da paused for a moment, thought for a moment, and shook his head: "He waited for you at the gate after his shift this afternoon, but he didn't come back?"
"Yes, he's not home." Fang Shuwen nodded.
Hu Da was mostly awake now, and he came out from behind the door, his brows furrowed deeply.
"No way, you know Lao Fang, he's the most law-abiding. If something happens to him, he'll definitely tell everyone."
Hu Da thought for a moment, then suddenly spoke up again:
"I remember now, it was getting dark when I heard someone talking to him at the door. I was in a hurry to cook, so I only overheard it briefly and didn't pay much attention."
"Uncle Hu, what did you hear them say?"
"I didn't hear you clearly, we were too far away." Hu Da scratched his head.
Fang Shuwen's heart sank.
There was indeed a problem.
Old Fang's disappearance may be related to the person he was talking to.
After all, Lao Fang was just a doorman.
He was honest and simple his whole life, never argued with anyone, let alone offended anyone.
For someone to specifically come to his door to "invite" him to leave, it can only be because they're after him.
After all, the person before said that he was afraid that Lao Fang wouldn't go, so he "invited" him first.
And that person claimed to be the gang leader?
So it was the Wild Wolf Gang who approached him?
Fang Shuwen went through all the recent events in his mind.
He killed several members of the Wild Wolf Gang.
Tiger, Lao Liu, plus the bald guy and the bearded man, that makes four lives.
Furthermore, it seems that one of them is the younger brother of the leader of the Wild Wolf Gang.
However, how did the Wild Wolf Gang know that he was the murderer?
Perhaps they don't know either.
Was it just a side effect, killing two birds with one stone?
Fang Shuwen stood at the kitchen door, a night breeze blowing, making his back feel a little cold.
"Xiao Fang? Xiao Fang, are you alright?"
Seeing that he hadn't spoken for a long time, Hu Da waved his hand in front of him.
"fine."
Fang Shuwen came to his senses.
"Uncle Hu, don't tell anyone about what happened today. I'm going to find my dad."
"Hey, where are you going to look for it all by yourself? Or should I talk to Steward Chen and ask the manor to help..."
"No need," Fang Shuwen interrupted him. "I can handle it myself."
Hu Da opened his mouth, but swallowed the words that were about to come out.
He worked at the Zhao residence for over a decade, welcoming and seeing off countless people. He knew exactly who to mess with and who not to mess with.
The Xiao Fang in front of me is completely different from the arrogant good-for-nothing I used to be.
He possessed a certain quality, a quality that seemed similar to that of the young lady.
Xiao Fang is different now.
"Then be careful, and remember to tell Uncle Hu if you need anything."
Hu Da managed to squeeze out just this one sentence at the end.
Fang Shuwen nodded, turned around and went back to his room.
He closed the door, walked to the table, struck a match, and lit the oil lamp.
A dim, yellowish light spread out, illuminating half the room.
Fang Shuwen sat down on the edge of the bed, took a deep breath, and summoned the martial arts panel.
The light screen unfolded before my eyes.
Name: Fang Shuwen
Attack: 11; Defense: 8; Health: 6; Spirit: 3
[Techniques: Tengshe Fist (Mastery), Bengshan Jin (Proficient)]
[Special Effects: Snake-like]
Skill Points: 59
59 skill points.
I previously received 30 points from the dog demon, 12 points from the three strange jade pieces, plus the remaining 17 points.
I wasn't in a rush to upgrade immediately.
But today, I really have no choice but to use it.
He must improve his strength as soon as possible.
After all, the leader of the Wild Wolf Gang was a master of internal energy, a true grand martial artist.
His cultivation level was a whole realm higher than his!
Fang Shuwen's gaze fell on the plus sign after "Collapse Mountain Force".
The thought flashed before my eyes, and a prompt appeared.
Should I upgrade the "Mountain-Crushing Strength" technique?
[Skilled → Proficient]
[Skill Points Required: 30]
Thirty o'clock.
It took twice as long as going from beginner to proficient.
Sure enough, it was pretty much what he expected.
Consumption has almost doubled.
"promote."
The moment the thought crossed Fang Shuwen's mind, his feet suddenly trembled.
An extremely powerful force exploded from the soles of his feet, rushing upwards along his calves, knees, thighs, and hips, like a river of magma surging within his body.
This time it's not heat, it's real, tangible power.
He could feel his muscles tearing and reorganizing, his fascia stretching and strengthening, and his bones vibrating and solidifying.
The entire spine, starting from the coccyx, cracked segment by segment.
A dull, thunderous roar.
Fang Shuwen gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead, and gripped the edge of the bed tightly with both hands.
This state lasted for about five seconds, and then abruptly ended.
Fang Shuwen was panting heavily, his whole body looked like it had been pulled out of the water, and the sweat soaked the bed sheet.
He looked down at his hands.
His palms were a size larger than before, his knuckles were thicker, and the muscles at the base of his thumb were bulging.
You can faintly see traces of blood and qi flowing beneath the skin, as if something is flowing under the skin.
He clenched his fist.
Click.
A muffled thud, not the sound of joints cracking, but the explosive sound of air being compressed when force is concentrated to the extreme.
He could feel that his right arm was like a tightly wound spring, ready to unleash all the accumulated power at any moment.
Fang Shuwen stood up and stretched his body.
After mastering the Crushing Mountain Technique, the biggest change occurs in the arms.
It didn't get thicker, it changed.
The muscles in his arms were more defined, and his skin felt much firmer than before, as if it were covered with a layer of cowhide.
He tried punching the air.
There was no goal; it was just a lot of effort.
The moment the fist pierced the air, it emitted a sharp, explosive sound, as if something had exploded in the air.
The oil lamp on the table flickered, and the flame went out instantly.