After Bai Xiaoling and a group of special policemen left, Chen Shouyi took the suitcase and took him back to the bedroom.

After opening it, I looked at it for a while. The blood of the gods was distinguished from the blood of the gods. The blood of the gods had a faint golden red, and the blood of the gods was transparent and colorless.

But compared to those who completed the Worm Nest mission last time, this batch of light is obviously much darker, obviously far less good in terms of quality, fortunately, the amount is sufficient, compared to the last three or four milliliters in total, There are 30 milliliters of light in one tube here, for a total of 20 tubes.

Of course, compared with the huge body of the pretty god, the blood of these gods he got was a little insignificant, a little more than half a liter in total.

He guessed that most of these blood and spirits should be allocated to the military, but there is nothing to care about. This is originally reasonable. The military's contribution and sacrifice in this war is the largest, with countless deaths and injuries. And these warriors themselves, in addition to restraining the underworld **** at the last minute, have limited contributions themselves.

I am afraid that after this war, the number of warriors in the army will increase geometrically, more than the number of warriors under the jurisdiction of the city government, and even a few more warriors! "

He took out a tube of divine blood and removed the beeswax from it.

"Beep!"

He unplugged the cork and sat down on the bed. He hesitated slightly, thinking that there should be no danger, and he drank it.

He waited quietly, and soon a rush of enthusiasm spread from the stomach and spread quickly to the four ends.

Alas, it doesn't seem to have much effect at all.

Except for the fever and a little bit of pleasure, there was no strange reaction, let alone the sensation of fragmentation like in the last time.

Is it too small?

He stood up and fetched a tube, unplugged the bottle, and poured it into his mouth.

The result is the same.

He drank three tubes in a row and opened the property panel. He found that all properties were motionless, but he was full of energy and agitated.

It feels like drinking a few tubes of weird stimulants.

"Is my body so strong that such low-grade **** blood can't transform my body, or is it that after taking a higher-grade **** blood, it has developed similar resistance to low-grade **** blood, I always feel that these gods What blood seems to be missing? "He wondered.

He no longer violently wastes the remaining **** blood, replaced a bottle of **** pulp, and prepared to see if these spinal cord extracts were effective.

He opened the stopper and drank it.

After a little waiting, I found that the effect is still the same. He took three consecutive tubes and opened the property panel to see it. This time, I found that the property has improved, the intelligence is improved, and it has increased by a little.

He was a little disappointed and couldn't help it.

In fact, Chen Shouyi didn't care much about whether other physical attributes were improved.

It's good to have it, and it doesn't matter if it doesn't. After all, compared to other people who can't make it, he can also improve by practicing the thirty-six exercises of refining, which can take up a little time.

What's more, today, the time from the 36th optimization of the fourth refinement is far away, at most a month, when the strength will certainly have a period of rapid growth as before.

Only intelligence is the place where the 36-year refining exercise can't exercise, and every 1:00 improvement makes up for the preciousness.

"Well, my sister's IQ is already high enough, obviously it's not needed. As for dad, mom ... uh, it's better to be stupid. Taking **** blood and being healthy is enough."

He was thinking like electricity, and quickly built up his mind in his heart. He calmly poured the remaining seven pipes into his mouth.

After taking the last tube, the intelligence finally rose to 14.4 as expected.

At this moment, Chen Shouyi's ears were keenly heard, and a brief movement came from the briefcase, as if the cat's claws were desperately scratching.

Isn't this just sleeping?

...

In the afternoon, a military major came over to visit.

The two talked for a while in the study, saying that they were performing a special task to kill a dangerous criminal. The words were full of hints, saying that once the task was completed, the city government would focus on training, leaning more on resources, and even on blood. The share will also double.

However, when Chen Shouyi asked about the specific goal, the other party was vague, saying that in order to avoid alarming the other party, it was necessary to keep it secret. Unless they agreed, they could not disclose anything.

At the beginning Chen Shouyi was still confused. What criminals need a big martial artist?

But I quickly remembered that Hedong's handling of the refusal to call for martial arts had no movement yet. There was some speculation in his heart, and he quickly and politely refused. He watched the major leave with disappointment in his face, and his heart was slightly cold.

He is not a killer, nor is it a tool for some people.

Maybe the city and the military want to kill chickens, tamarins, and deter those who flee the call.

But is it shame to fear death? How many people can ask themselves without fear of death.

Difficult to die since ancient times!

Maybe some people can do it for a certain belief, but at least he can't.

At one point, he was still wrong. After receiving the blood, Hedong City or the military apparently became much stronger, even if he and Qin Liuyuan were not shot. More lucky and less.

...

Early the next morning.

There are long lines outside the kiosk, and it is now common to see such scenes that were hard to see before the transformation.

Chen Shouyi waited for a few minutes before finally turning to him.

"Give me a copy of Hedong Daily!"

"A dollar!"

Chen Shouyi passed the money, took the newspaper, stood by it, and shook it aside.

The first article on the front page reads the disposition notice about the warrior's refusal to recruit in violation of wartime discipline. He looked ten lines at a time, and when he saw one of them, he looked slightly dignified.

"The first offender, Cui Ziwen, fiercely resisted during his arrest and was eventually killed."

Although he had already expected it, when he saw it, he still felt shocked. His heart was heavy and somewhat depressing, and sympathy was not counted. At most, it was a tragedy and a tragedy.

He looked at it carefully, and it took a long time before he sighed.

Except for Cui Ziwen's killing, the other warriors were gently exposed, mainly for financial punishment, and warnings were imposed.

However, the latter is irrelevant to the warrior. The warrior is not a member of the system. He will not be promoted, not rated, and will not be raised. Even if there is a rank, it is only about his own strength, not his own performance.

The only thing that can be called the pain is the former.

The wages and allowances of the soldiers in the month were confiscated, and the national, provincial, and municipal soldiers' allowances were deducted for six consecutive months.

This punishment is not light or heavy. Obviously, the attitude of the provincial and municipal governments is mainly to maintain stability and kill the first evil, which is considered a deterrent.

Perhaps more warriors will leave Hedong City in succession these days.

However, it is estimated that Hedong City will not care. With the blood of Hedong City, Hedong City will train more and obey disciplined warriors, even big warriors.