Time flies, time passes!

    In the twinkling of an eye, Zhang Han has been in the world of death for a month.

    The leaves on the trees are all withered and yellow, and the ground is covered with layers of fallen leaves, which gradually wither and decay, and then turn into nutrients to nourish the earth, so that the branches will be covered in spring in the coming year.

    In a month''s time, the breeze blowing across my face became colder and colder, and there were fewer and fewer wild fruits to eat.

    "It''s getting colder and colder. It seems that it''s time to go to the village, otherwise it will be difficult in winter." Zhang Han frowned and looked at his dirty T-shirt and jeans. "I knew I would cross, so I brought more clothes to change."

    Of course, Zhang Han knew in his heart that his body had been smashed as early as the beginning of crossing. Now his body is composed of soul and Lingzi. Even if there are spare clothes, he can''t bring them, let alone use them.

    This month, Zhang Han spent the rest of his time on exercise in addition to looking for food every day. Running around the woods, push ups, frog leaps, sit ups, pull ups... wait.

    The God of death cannot directly absorb the spirit son. They can only get it from food. Extract the spiritual power in the body through long-term practice, and then cultivate the spiritual power to nourish and harden the soul and improve the spiritual pressure. If the spiritual pressure is strong, you can extract more spiritual power and improve your control over spiritual power. This cycle.

    The difference between Zhang Han and the ordinary God of death is that he can use the soul chopping knife to absorb the spiritual son of the outside world, and then after extraction, arrangement and combination, he can integrate into the existing spiritual power in his body.

    Of course, this way of absorbing spiritual power is not unlimited.

    As early as half a month ago, the absorption of spiritual power had stopped. No other reason, the body is too weak.

    Body and psychic power are like the relationship between cup and water. The stronger the body, the more psychic power it can hold.

    At the beginning of the crossing, Zhang Han''s physical quality was similar to that of ordinary residents of the corpse soul world, but his physical strength decreased sharply since he was taken away by lanran. Fortunately, at that time, the spirit power left by Marubeni and the spirit power delivered by soul chopping knife were combined to save their lives.

    Even so, you still need the soul chopping knife to continuously deliver the spiritual power for half a month before you can recover.

    Now, after a month of unremitting exercise, Zhang Han has a feeling of rebirth. The four attributes of physical strength, strength, agility and intelligence have increased from 35 to 49.

    After a period of exploration, Zhang Han guessed that these four attributes were similar to the games played in previous lives. Physical strength represents health, strength represents attack, agility represents movement speed and reaction speed, and intelligence should be spirit pressure.

    "After a few more days of exercise, if his attribute exceeds 50, he should be able to reach level 2 spiritual pressure." without plug-ins such as system elves, Zhang Han can only explore and practice at the same time.

    "First go to the village to find a place to live, and then ask which district this is."

    Recently, Zhang Han occasionally ran into people who came to the woods to pick wild fruits, but as soon as the other party saw his soul chopping knife pinned to his waist, he hurried away from the woods. So far, I haven''t been able to ask where I am.

    Not far from the woods, I came to the Bank of the river. The river is about five or six meters wide. I tried with a knife. The water depth is about to the crotch. Zhang Han hesitated and looked around. There was no one nearby. He quickly took off his clothes, jumped into the river and took a comfortable bath.

    "Hmm? There''s fish!" Zhang Han patted his head. "I''m so stupid! There''s a river, how can there be no fish. I knew I wouldn''t stay in the woods and eat wild fruits!"

    After being annoyed, Zhang Han began his fishing career.

    After working hard for a long time, I finally caught one, quickly made a fire, cleaned the scales and internal organs, and baked it on the shelf with branches.

    No salt, no seasoning, even so, the smell of meat is no less than a big meal cooked by top chefs for Zhang Han, who has eaten rotten fruit for a month. Unconsciously, saliva has flowed to the chest

    In the distance, in the grass half a meter high, a man crawled among them and looked at Zhang Han sitting next to the fire. Seeing the soul chopping knife leaning against Zhang Han''s shoulder, he hesitated for a long time. Then he looked at the golden roast fish, swallowed spittle mercilessly, took a strong wooden stick and touched Zhang Han''s back with light hands and feet.

    "Wow, it smells good! It should be almost there, eh?"

    "Ah!"

    It seemed that he felt the cold wind coming from behind. Zhang Han instinctively deviated his head, and severe pain came from his shoulder, which made him scream.

    "Who are you? Why did you sneak on me?"

    Zhang Han quickly stood up, stepped back and stared at each other with a knife in his hand.

    Bare feet, a body of coarse cloth and rotten clothes, patched everywhere, a dirty cyan scarf wrapped around the head, and a scar on the right cheek extended to the corner of the mouth, adding a bit of ferocious momentum.

    The other party didn''t seem to answer, and smashed Zhang Han''s head with a wooden stick.

    Zhang Han retreated two steps again and dodged the attack.

    The man didn''t hesitate and rushed over again with a wooden stick.

    Seeing the other party''s indomitable, Zhang Han was cruel in his heart, holding a knife in both hands and cutting at the other party.

    Boo!

    A slight friction sound came into his ears. Zhang Han''s soul chopping knife cut off the stick like a piece of paper, and cut the other party''s chest with blood.

    "Ah..."

    The man screamed. He couldn''t stand in pain and fell to his knees.

    Zhang Han raised his hand and put the tip of the knife against each other''s throat.

    "Now, I ask, you answer. Why did you attack me?"

    Feeling the cold from the tip of the knife, the man trembled and threw away the stick and said, "don''t, don''t kill me! I just want something to eat."

    Just for something to eat, he sneaked behind his back and even wanted to kill himself. Obviously, the current place should be outside the 50th District of liuhun street.

    "Good, we have a good start." Zhang Han moved the tip of the knife slightly, put it on each other''s shoulder and continued to ask, "which area is this?"

    The man gasped slightly. The sharp pain in his chest made him sweat on his forehead, but in order to save his life, he clenched his teeth and replied, "78 District, xudiao District, nanliuhun street."

    Sure enough, it''s almost what I guessed!

    The other party''s answer broke Zhang Han''s last fantasy.

    Huh? District 78, xudiao?

    "How do you feel so familiar?"

    Zhang Han thought a little and suddenly reacted. Isn''t this the place where the heroine rotten wood Lucia and a Sanjing stayed when they were young?

    In that case, can you follow the protagonist?

    "I''ll ask you again. Do you know where Lucia and Asani fell in love?"

    Zhang Han was not sure whether Lucia had entered the rotten wood house at this time, so he didn''t mention the word "rotten wood".