Chapter 148 A Sustainable Development Path! (Socialism Protects!)

Blood Face.

This skill cannot directly increase Lu En's combat power, and it may even weaken it. After all, to condense the Blood Face, he needs to consume part of his own strength, and this is not like the consumption of transforming blood servants, which can be gradually restored. This is more like a peeling!

A blood-red mask with strange patterns on it was placed on the table. The image was very simple, but it inexplicably had a magical power, prompting everyone who saw it to involuntarily have an impulse and desire to wear it.

However, Lu En's expression was a bit complicated at this time.

After obtaining the skill, he naturally tried it out as soon as possible, and condensed a blood face very smoothly. Of course, there were consequences, and they were very serious.

"Spirit: 5.2 (52)"

"Strength: 4.7 (47)"

"Physical Strength: 5.2 (52)"

"Agility: 4.7 (47)"

These are his current four-dimensional attributes. That's right, after condensing the Blood Face, each item has been reduced by 3, which is a total of 12 points less. This is not a small number. Lu En immediately felt that he was obviously weak.

The function of the Blood Face is that the user can obtain part of the power of the Blood Lord. This part of the power is naturally not born out of thin air, nor can it be solved by a drop of blood like the vampires, and it really requires him to cut his flesh.

Similarly, any creature that obtains the Blood Face can be regarded as a step up to heaven and gain powerful strength. At the peak state, he can become an extreme strongman like Lu En before, with all four dimensions full. If he is lucky, he can even obtain some weakened version of Lu En's ability.

Of course, if we calculate it this way, Lu En is undoubtedly losing a lot of money. He consumed his own strength, but achieved success for others. Even if he is an extreme powerhouse, it would not help him at all if it were not for the sentence "growth".

There is no doubt that this skill has become a magical skill.

The three words "growth" represent infinite potential and possibilities.

In other words, each blood face can grow infinitely, and the upper limit is entirely determined by the host. It may be just an extreme powerhouse with full four dimensions, but it is also possible to break through the limit and become a bishop or even archbishop!

And because it is the power separated by Lu En, he can also choose to take it back. In this case, he only pays part of the power, but he may get ten times or even a hundred times the return. At worst, the host can recover the cost by becoming an extreme powerhouse, which is a sure win!

Moreover, the blood face can be seized, which is bound to eliminate countless unqualified hosts, ensuring that the last host must be cunning, cruel and powerful enough.

There are countless people in this world who live a mediocre life. For them, perhaps what they lack is an opportunity. Even if Lu En spreads a deadly poison bait, there will still be countless people who are willing to take it and continue to do so.

Undoubtedly, this is a sustainable development path with predictable benefits. However, Lu En thought about it and suppressed the urge to condense eight or ten pieces of blood noodles and wait for the harvest. Instead, he pressed his hand on the condensed blood noodles on the table and turned it into flowing blood and took it back.

Hotel.

Simon is still alone. The mentor who appeared last night seemed to be just a flash in the pan. Even Bluebird, who had been monitoring outside, could not find out how he appeared and how he left. However, early in the morning, Simon changed his confusion yesterday and had a clear goal.

He packed his luggage and did not even have time to eat breakfast. He hurriedly took a taxi and drove out of Camp City. When Lu En learned the specific news, he had already walked one-third of the way.

"The destination is an abandoned temple outside Camp?"

Lun stroked his chin and looked at Adolf standing respectfully beside him. Fortunately, Simon was not familiar with Camp, so he took the map and asked the hotel staff in the morning, so Luen could find out where he wanted to go so quickly.

"Yes, Master, the temple is already in a state of abandonment, and many locals don't know about it. Here are the detailed information."

He handed all the information he could collect to Luen, including some text and pictures, which were the information left by an archaeological research team when the temple was just discovered many years ago.

"The research team originally thought that this was a relic of the Third Dynasty, but after research, they found that this style did not belong to any era, and many strange things happened in the process. In the end, most of the team members chose to leave, but it is said that most of the members died strangely later."

"So"

Lu En's tone paused, his eyes were a little deep, and suddenly he pulled out a yellowed old-fashioned photo from the data. This seemed to be a group photo of the entire research team. Some young men and women were lively and flying in front of the camera, and there were also a few mature and steady figures. In the far right position of the last row, a young man with a hood looked out of place with the surroundings.

His head was drooped, giving people a feeling of suppressing something, and the members around him also vaguely distanced themselves from him, with a clear sense of alienation and rejection.

"When did this happen? I'm talking about this research team."

Luen put his finger on the figure of the hooded man and asked.

"About 25 years ago."

Adolf replied.

"Interesting, nightmare face?"

Lun narrowed his eyes and muttered to himself, and suddenly a bold idea came to his mind.

A few hours later, the gradually scorching sun had evaporated all the morning dew, and Simon finally emerged from a forest with a dusty face. His clothes and pants were covered with green slurry and mud. He looked embarrassed and looked at a clearing in the forest.

This is a dilapidated building. The stone bricks on the ground are scattered and severely weathered. There are vines and even saplings crawling on them.

"Is this the temple that the mentor talked about?"

He muttered to himself, and a trace of fear flashed in his eyes. The temple is not scary, and there is nothing to be afraid of in the abandoned temple, but according to the mentor, there is an unknown evil spirit entrenched in it, a terrifying existence that calls itself a nightmare. In his eyes, the dilapidated building in front of him is like a devil's cave.

He could have arrived two hours earlier, but a car accident happened on the road, blocking him, which delayed him a bit and he arrived here at almost noon.

"Are there really evil spirits in here?"

He swallowed his saliva and took two cautious steps forward, feeling like he was going to die.

Half of the outer wall of the temple had collapsed, covered with fallen leaves and moss. Some unknown carvings and stone statues looked blurred. The door frame and even the door at the entrance had long disappeared, leaving only a dark hole, like a big mouth that was ready to eat people.

The overall area of ​​the temple was very small, so the main body was still intact. Simon looked around and found that the other sides were piled with rocks, which looked a bit shaky, so he gritted his teeth and decided to enter from the front.

He had no choice.

"I hope the mentor didn't lie to me. He really had contact with this so-called nightmare."

Simon held a candle in his hand and walked in tremblingly, but he didn't realize that after he entered, a black-robed man had appeared in the forest. Looking at this scene, his eyes showed a little doubt.

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