Tomb raiding: The awesome life that started from Ganggangyingzi

"Fine, fine, you little devils! How dare you invent language targeting me? This is outrageous!"

Ji Haobo knew the meaning of those words, but he still felt insulted.

"Die, all of you! Die!"

Before the phantoms could rush up, Ji Haobo brandished his twin swords and charged forward, hacking and slashing.

Fatty Wang, with a strange expression, whispered to Old Hu:

"Hey! Lao Hu, I've seen Japanese soldiers in movies shouting something like that, 'Kill my piss'... What does that mean?"

Old Hu had been to the battlefield, but he had never fought the Japanese; he had only fought a battle with the monkeys.

Naturally, he didn't understand what that sentence meant, so he made up a story without hesitation:

"Isn't it obvious? I'll just kill your pecker!"

"Damn it... I don't believe you!"

Fatty Wang rolled his eyes and turned to look at Ji Haobo, who was on a killing spree.

Seeing him rush over like a tiger into a flock of sheep, I felt a surge of excitement and wanted to cut down a few Japanese devils to satisfy my urge.

But he was a little afraid of pain. He looked at his palm and ultimately couldn't bring himself to cut himself, so he had to give up.

Inside the passage, Ji Haobo brandished his twin swords, his blood and qi clinging to them, causing the blades to radiate a yang energy that distorted the air.

As the twin swords formed an unreal light curtain, the ghostly figures of the Japanese soldiers vanished like bubbles wherever they passed.

When the last Japanese phantom was slain, the officer-looking fellow brandished his left-handed sword and launched a charge.

Unfortunately, it was all for naught; Ji Haobo chopped him into eight pieces with a few swift strokes.

I glanced at the card draw points and saw that it was only six thousand. That means these little devils only contributed a little over a thousand. What a bunch of useless trash.

Everything went smoothly after that, and nothing strange happened.

Moreover, Ji Haobo went to the other side of the fortress and took a look around, but found that there was nothing special about it.

Besides some laboratories, there were also a large number of Japanese soldiers' remains, as well as several collapsed detention cells;

Judging from the various traces left inside, it was used to imprison prairie ground otters and other unknown creatures.

However, Ji Haobo discovered a huge snake molt remnant in one of the rooms, which reminded him of what happened to Fatty Wang.

Therefore, the appearance of pythons in the Greater Xin'anling Mountains makes sense.

When everyone came up from underground, it was already afternoon, and the horses and dogs outside were fine.

"Damn, the air outside is so much fresher. The fishy, ​​stinky smell inside the fortress almost made Fatty's nose go numb."

Fatty Wang took off his gas mask and gasped for breath.

If we had known there was no poison gas, we could have removed that thing long ago.

But the group continued to wear them because the smell inside was just as Fatty Wang had described—nauseating.

"Alright, alright! Let's find a water source and wash ourselves off, otherwise we'll get marinated."

Although Ji Haobo's suit had a strange self-cleaning function, he still inevitably had dust and a strong smell of blood on him.

Finally, a few hundred meters from the camp, the group found a stream, washed up, and returned to the camp.

Since Yingzi hadn't brought many clothes with her, Ji Haobo draped his trench coat over her shoulders, but it looked rather odd because it was too big.

The group, already exhausted and hungry, wolfed down the large bowls of meat.

"Brother Bo, do you think we should head back after we finish eating, or...?"

Fatty Wang is now eager to return to Kyoto, can't wait to sell his stuff and experience the joys of being rich.

"Are you out of your mind? What time is it? Are you trying to travel in the dark?"

Ji Haobo had a pretty good idea of ​​what this guy was thinking. Although he understood, it was already past 3 p.m.

"We're going hunting later, and we need to gather a lot more over the next few days, otherwise we won't have any wild game to go back to."

Wang Pangzi and Lao Hu naturally had no objections upon hearing this. After all, they had already tasted this delicious stew, and if they were to lack the ingredients to eat it again in the future, they probably wouldn't be able to sleep at night.

During a break from eating, Ji Haobo started drawing cards; six thousand card-drawing points weren't actually that many.

I did a ten-pull with Black Iron first, but today's luck was not only bad, but the items I got were also a bit strange.

Ten attempts at Black Iron yielded only one item card, which was a set of women's underwear, and of an indescribable style.

Ji Haobo's lips twitched so much that he dared not take it out to admire it, so he could only put it aside for the time being and continue with another ten consecutive draws.

This time, only two recipes were released: one for instant noodle sauce packets and the other for hot pot base.

This gave Ji Haobo some ideas; his plan to set up a factory could come in handy with the two formulas.

Moreover, these two recipes are not afraid of being imitated by others, because their core essence requires the broth from a delicious stew to be used as a base.

Without that stuff, nothing can be made, so this is a completely exclusive business.

As for whether there will be enough broth, that's a joke. Haven't you heard the story about Kangshifu raising a cow for a year and a half?

Ji Haobo regained his composure. If drawing a Black Iron card was too difficult, then he could only try a Bronze card.

First draw, nothing! Second draw, still nothing! Undeterred, I continued, and still nothing!

With only one chance left, Ji Haobo had given up hope, but unexpectedly, a special card appeared.

Melting Card: [Bronze Card]

[Enhanced Smelting]

This card functions somewhat like a fusion card, combining two functions in one, which surprised and delighted Ji Haobo.

The so-called smelting is to take one item as the prototype and melt another item into it to enhance that item in various ways.

Fortunately, Ji Haobo has two items that he can smelt: two revolvers and two Japanese swords.

The revolver no longer needs to be melted down, but the two knives definitely do.

Although the knife was incredibly sharp, its blade was thin and frail, making it unable to withstand his full-force slashes.

Especially after incorporating Yan Shuangying, his single-arm strength must exceed 5,000 jin;

If he were in a burst of power state, he wouldn't know whether it was ten thousand, twenty thousand, or some other number.

Even if it's 10,000 jin, that's still five tons. Such terrifying power can instantly pulverize a person, and the Japanese sword naturally couldn't withstand it.

So without saying a word, Ji Haobo melted the tachi Dojigiri into the samurai sword.

After a flash of light, the Dojigiri disappeared, and the katana changed shape, becoming more appropriately called the Miao Dao.

It is about 1.6 meters long in total. The blade is wider than that of a samurai sword, the back of the blade is also much thicker, and even the handle is about a foot long.

These changes are more suitable for Ji Haobo. With his height of 1.9 meters, the 1.6-meter longsword is now just right for him.

He quickly ate the food in the bowl in a few bites, then impatiently walked to the side, took out a long knife, and waved it around casually.

Wang Pangzi and the others, who were eating, looked on in bewilderment as Bo Ye suddenly put down his bowl;

Then he walked to the side, took out an extremely long sword, and began to wield it, his body moving like a swimming dragon, the sword flashing incessantly;

Wearing a suit, it doesn't look out of place at all; it's absolutely cool.