Han Mo's Cultivation Chronicle (III)

With his eyes wide open, Han Mo cautiously glanced at the thin thread beside him. Finding that the thread was intact, he breathed a slight sigh of relief. He turned to look around the room and prepared to get up, but as if he had seen something astonishing, he quickly turned his head away.

On the table, there was an ordinary plastic cup, ordinary water, and an ordinary Purple Forest shrub—everything seemed ordinary, but the twisting power within them had been altered.

The water, which was originally low in infection, was now overflowing with twisting power. You could feel the twisting power from a distance. Han Mo quickly walked closer, picked up the young Purple Forest plant, and after shaking off the water, examined it carefully. He found that the young Purple Forest plant, which was originally highly infected, had become low in infection.

Han Mo swallowed hard. He carefully hid the low-infection juvenile Purple Forest plant and calmed himself down. Otherwise, if others noticed his abnormality, they would secretly start testing the function of this beverage cup.

In just one morning, Han Mo had roughly tested the cup's functions. The cup had the ability to absorb the distorting power of other things. At first, Han Mo thought it was a distorting artifact, but it was fundamentally different from a distorting artifact. It required two conditions to completely absorb the distorting power of the things in the cup.

First, there's the blood. The more and thicker the blood, the stronger its effect. Last night, there was only some residual blood in the quilt, so it took a whole night to reduce the infection level of the young Purple Forest shrub to low.

Secondly, there's the time factor, which is related to the amount of blood. The absorbed twisted power will be Integration into the blood.

Han Mo toyed with the cup in his hand. As it stands, this cup at most ensures that he doesn't lack food. After all, the cup is so small, and it can only process so much food at a time. He doesn't have that much blood, so being able to maintain his basic needs is already quite good.

"Now it seems that person definitely discovered me. The instant attraction I felt when I saw this cup was also his doing. But why did he give me this cup?" Han Mo looked at the low-infection food on the other side, which he had processed with the cup this morning.

Although various tests have confirmed that these foods are safe and edible, Han Mo dares not let his guard down. His testing methods are not that advanced, and it would be a great pity if these foods had problems and the people died.

"I need someone to help me test the poison!" Han Mo used to try not to cause trouble in the city, but that was only a try. He wasn't a good person, and there were basically no good people in this apocalypse. Everyone was either barely surviving or abusing their power. Good people don't live long.

In the city, there are always some people who are barely surviving because they have not had enough food for a long time. When they can no longer live, they will start to fight for their lives. The fate of such people is usually to become food for someone else or to die in some corner.

Before long, the young and strong Han Mo pulled an old man of about fifty years old to a secluded corner. Even if someone saw this scene, they wouldn't come over. This kind of thing happens every day.

Some people still have a conscience, so they desperately search for food, while others, unwilling to take risks, specifically prey on the dying, living a twisted life in this corrupt and distorted world.

The old man was so hungry that he had no strength left. When Han Mo found him, he was digging a hole in the ground, hoping to bury himself. After all, not everyone can accept being eaten.

He looked at Han Mo in despair, not even having the strength to bite his tongue and commit suicide. So be it, he thought, "If I'm going to be eaten, I'll be eaten. There's no point in living anymore. I don't care about anything anymore." So when Han Mo tied him up with a rope, he looked like he had no will to live. Until Han Mo took out something, he opened his mouth in surprise.

Han Mo watched as the old man was forced to eat, a sharp blade pressed against his neck. If anything went wrong, Han Mo would decide whether to turn and run away or stab the man to death first, depending on the situation.

The old man was completely bewildered. What kind of scheme was this? Killing me and eating my flesh, then offering some food as compensation? Don't be ridiculous! They've already started cannibalism, how could they possibly have any conscience left?

The next moment, the old man felt a sharp pain in his head. As the food was digested, some information flooded into his mind, causing him to struggle and a look of pain on his face.

Han Mo's heart sank. Was there really something wrong with the food? Sure enough, things that seem too good to be true are usually traps. The cup might be extraordinary, but Han Mo wouldn't risk trying it without seeing any benefit in it.

"What did you cram into my head? The Spirit Forging Art? What the hell is that? And what's the Profound Yin Corpse Refining Art?" The old man slapped his head in pain, his words catching Han Mo's attention. These things must be some kind of special knowledge, right?

Not long after, the old man fainted because his brain was filled with too much stuff. After checking him over, Han Mo pierced the old man's neck without hesitation with a piece of broken iron. Han Mo stood there and watched the old man stop breathing and lose his life. Because of the previous rumors about Zombie standing up, Han Mo waited for a while.

After confirming that the old man was completely gone, Han Mo threw the old man's body into a sewer, where the ghouls living in the sewers would gnaw on the body until nothing was left.

Back in his little apartment, Han Mo stared at the things on the table, lost in thought. The old man had fainted because of his age; his brain was slowly declining and he couldn't handle the onslaught of information. Han Mo, on the other hand, was still young and, in theory, should be perfectly fine.

So, to eat or not to eat, that is the question.

Han Mo picked up the young Purple Forest shrub, tore off a small piece, and sensed the slight twisted infection within the food. His stomach rumbled with hunger, after all, he had only eaten some mushroom soup last night and had been busy all day.

"If there really is a problem, the worst outcome is death, and the best outcome is Salted Fish turnaround." Han Mo felt that he was doing something that would determine the fate of his life. He stopped thinking, put the small piece of Purple Forest into his mouth, chewed it slowly, and found that it tasted quite good.

As the food entered his stomach, Han Mo gradually felt some information flooding into his mind. The first thing he heard was the Spirit Forging Art. Perhaps because Han Mo only ate a small piece, or perhaps because he was still young, he did not feel dizzy or have a headache.

As the flow of information gradually subsided, Han Mo realized that the half of the Spirit Forging Art seemed to be imprinted in his mind. Suppressing his excitement, Han Mo ate another small piece of food to complete the Spirit Forging Art and Spirit Forging Art understood what it was.

There will be another update later.