Evan weighed this feeling of power.
After confirming Physique's leap, Evan turned around and walked into the kitchen, pulling out an old kitchen knife from the wooden shelf next to the cutting board.
It was a small cutting knife made by Germany that had been in service for more than ten years. The blade was glowing with cold light and the blade was sharpened.
My previous mother just spent 2 cents on it and something happened within two days.
Evan has not been used since then.
He grabbed the handle of the knife and without hesitation slashed it with the index finger of his left hand.
The moment the blade touched his skin, he was stunned for a moment.
It doesn't feel like cutting your own flesh.
It's more like cutting a piece of fine, thick cowhide.
The depth of the blade sinking is less than one-third of normal skin.
"After the breakthrough of Physique, the skin's toughness and resistance to shock have undergone qualitative changes."
He smiled, readjusted the strength of his grip on the knife, and pressed harder.
Only then did the blade really cut through the skin, and a wound about half a centimeter deep appeared on the fingertip.
Dark red blood came out.
Then he saw it with his own eyes.
Within ten seconds, the blood will automatically coagulate at the wound, forming a thin dark red scab.
After five minutes, the edges of the blood scab begin to dry up and shrink, entering the recovery period.
It is foreseeable that the wound scar will not remain for up to two hours.
"Awesome."
"Although it cannot achieve the instant self-healing of Vampire, this speed is enough for me to deal with most of the previous fatal injuries."
After confirming his status, Evan walked back to the bedroom and opened the curtains.
It's just dawning outside.
The sun in the winter morning is slowly rising on the horizon.
A bloody red sun had just revealed the outline of the building, dyeing the entire Gooding Street a warm orange color.
The sun shines slantingly into the bedroom through the window.
Evan stood in front of the window, opened his arms, and let himself bathe in the radiance of the morning sun.
No discomfort whatsoever.
There is no stinging on the skin, no burning sensation in the eyes, and no instinctive fear belonging to Vampire Race.
There is no difference from a normal person standing in the sun.
"Exactly what I expected."
He clenched his fists.
"Basic Sanguine Characteristic plus 5.4 Physique. At least I no longer have to worry about being killed by some inexplicable cold knives and cold guns."
"As a Demon Hunter, I don't intend to die under the excrement of Mortal."
squeak squeak...
A faint sound of claws came from the corner of the wall.
It was the sound of some kind of living thing walking through the cracks between the moldy wall and wooden floor.
Evan's ears moved.
The next moment.
Whoosh.
The kitchen knife in his hand was then thrown out with his backhand in a purely instinctive movement that did not require any aim at all.
The blade rotated in the air and was accurately nailed to the moldy black wall in the corner of the bedroom.
Under the blade, what was firmly pinned was a strong brown-haired rat.
The size of the rat was almost as big as the palm of an adult man's hand, its red eyes were bulging, and its limbs were still doing the last twitching before death.
Swift. Accurate.
No need to even think, no need to look back.
Evan walked to the corner, bent down, pulled out the kitchen knife, and lifted up the still twitching mouse.
The rough rat hair rubbed between his fingers, exuding a musty smell and the fishy smell of the sewer.
He raised the mouse and gave a weird smile to the empty bedroom.
"Brothers!"
"I'll give you a tough job today - drink rat blood alive!"
"Tsk, it's a pity that no one buys gifts."
He took a deep breath and did some mental preparation for himself.
But his sense of smell, which had been strengthened ten times, immediately undermined his original determination.
That smell is just too rich.
Rat droppings, damp musty smell, rotting food residue, sewer water, the sour smell of fleas, the rusty smell of blood itself...
Each one hit his nasal cavity in distinct layers.
The mouse's mouth just came to his mouth.
"Yue... yue!!"
He turned his head suddenly and almost spit out the Magic Potion he drank last night.
He held the wall and waited for a few seconds.
Then he gritted his teeth.
"Oli, do it!"
He held his breath and forcibly blocked his sense of smell.
Then he squeezed the mouse's soft body with both hands, pointed the knife edge at his mouth, and squeezed out its blood like a bag of milk.
Warm and viscous liquid poured into his mouth.
The taste of rust takes over the taste buds.
"Huh?"
He blinked.
"It smells a little fishy, but it's not as disgusting as I thought it would be?"
"Sad! Now it's really Vampire Race!"
He gulped down the handful of blood.
While his throat was rolling, his Secondary Brain made a buzzing sound similar to "satisfaction" in his body, like a child who had been thirsty for a long time and finally took a sip of milk.
It was at the moment when he swallowed the last mouthful of blood.
Panel exploded.
[Yersinia pestis detected!]
[Rickettsia mooseri detected!]
[Streptobacillus moniliformis detected!]
[Salmonella Typhimurium detected!]
[Lymphocytic Choriomeningitis Virus detected!]
[Rabies Virus detected!]
The prompt is like a flood that has burst the embankment, painting Panel line after line.
Evan held the shriveled dead mouse and opened the corners of his mouth covered in blood.
"Thank you, Brother Mouse, for the gift of bacteria that you gave me with your life."
He threw the empty body into the trash can in the corner.
Along with his nonsense, new prompts appeared one after another on Panel.
[Copper Plague swallowed Yersinia pestis! Progress +0.002%.]
[Copper Plague swallowed Streptobacillus moniliformis! Progress +0.001%.]
[Copper Plague swallowed Rabies Virus! Progress +0.003%.]
Copper Plague was like a Stray Dog that had been hungry for three days, diving deep into his blood vessels and swallowing up all the pathogens sent by the mouse just now.
Evan stared at Panel for a few seconds.
The total progress of Copper Plague jumped from 0.21% to 0.221%.
One mouse, 0.011% improvement.
"Different levels of Virus give different progress."
He filed it away silently in his mind.
"Plague-related gives 0.002, and rat-bite fever-related 0.001."
"Rabies is the coolest, give me 0.003."
"Beyonder Characteristic swallows the regular Virus, although it is effective, but the efficiency is not high."
"But it's better than nothing. It just solves the need to drink blood every day."
"The blood of a mouse is about eight milliliters. One hundred milliliters a day, about thirteen mice are needed."
"Thirteen mice can bring about 0.13% progress."
He nodded.
"It's not too slow."
"In addition to rats, if you have time, you can also get some Bat blood. That thing should be more exciting than rats."
Evan licked the remaining blood at the corner of his mouth and narrowed his eyes slightly.
He bent down and picked up the knife. The blade shone coldly in the morning light outside the window.
Secondary Brain slowly crawled out from his chest and settled firmly in his hand.
Evan gave it instructions.
"Help me kill the rat."
Secondary Brain waved Bone Spikes, which represents the "middle finger", like a soldier saluting after receiving a mission.
It seems that in its instinct, raising the middle finger is equated with saluting.
Evan Open Demon Hunter Sight.
The outline of the entire house changed its existence before his eyes.
In the cracks in the wall, behind the cabinets, and between the gaps in the wooden beams of the ceiling, several light red traces, like small flames on a gas stove, were moving slowly.
This is residual heat.
Every trace of light corresponds to a warm, living little life.
"If Hill knew that the first time I drove Demon Hunter Sight, the target of my hunting was the mice in my house..."
He grinned.
"She'll kill me..."
He can see that Hill is a decent girl who cares about face and is strong.
My current behavior will definitely cause her Protest.
While thinking about it, the first red light was in the gap between the two floors under the cabinet.
Evan didn't have time to move.
Secondary Brain was ejected from his hand with a swish.
The little monster, as big as a palm, instantly crossed the kitchen at a speed that ordinary human eyesight could not catch up with.
The five bone claws were close to the ground, the whole body was pressed into a flat shape, and it instantly rushed in from the gap of less than five centimeters under the cabinet door.
There was a short squeaking sound from inside.
Two seconds later, Secondary Brain emerged from under the cabinet door, holding a mouse with its head impaled on the tip of his middle finger Bone Spikes.
The mouse's limbs were still undergoing final spasms, and blood slowly dripped onto the floor along Bone Spikes.
"So fast. So cruel."