Zhang Chen turned over and sat up in bed at this moment, his eyes flickering with unease, gazing at the sky tinged with red, a hint of suspicion and uncertainty flashing in his gaze:
"Something’s not right! It’s really not right! Why did I dream about these things? Could it be that my excavation of the tomb has entangled me with its strange occurrences?"
If it was just one dream, that would be fine, but two dreams in a row?
Zhang Chen stroked his chin in deep thought, speculating for a moment: "Actually, there’s another possibility. I consumed that drop of blood before, and then my body underwent a mutation. Could it be that these dreams are related to that drop of blood?"
Thousands of thoughts turned in Zhang Chen’s mind before he subconsciously tapped his knee, considering the transformation of his body. The only explanation could be the changes brought about by that drop of blood.
What’s more, the perspective in his dreams was entirely from that hand’s perspective, so the mysterious tomb he dreamt of is likely linked to the drop of blood.
"That drop of blood..." Zhang Chen introspected his bloodline, his gaze landing on the Crystal Core, showing a trace of apprehension: "Could it be that some demon is trying to reincarnate through my body, now changing my physical form to strengthen its physique to bear the resurrecting power of that hand?"
"It can’t be that!" Zhang Chen shook his head, denying that possibility. First of all, he has the protection of the Light of the True God within him. If there were any anomaly, the Light of the True God wouldn’t have remained unresponsive. Secondly, the most crucial point is that his Golden Finger hasn’t given any indication, be it the Crystal Core or any change in himself, all defined by the Golden Finger as ’Skills’.
Zhang Chen’s eyes turned to his Golden Finger Interface:
[Name: Zhang Chen]
[1 Skill (Second Tier): Light of the True God (0/5000)]
[2 Skill (Unranked): Dragon Qi (0/2000)]
[3 Skill (Unranked): Blood Control (0/100000)]
[Points: 4690]
"From previous blood absorption mutation to Blood Control, that means all changes in my body are in the state of skills, all caused by the Golden Finger, still under the Golden Finger’s control. Moreover, I have a bloodline connection with the Crystal Core; I can sense everything about the Crystal Core, control all its movements. The Crystal Core is like my finger, responding to my thoughts on a whim." Zhang Chen showed a relieved expression:
"Since the changes are brought by the Golden Finger, then there shouldn’t be any problem! As for dreaming, it must be influenced by the spiritual fragments of that blood. The Crystal Core in my body has already mutated, and there seems to be a mysterious drop of blood within, seemingly nurturing something, but I can feel a bloodline connection with the blood in the Crystal Core; it is like another incarnation of myself. Moreover, continuously absorbing the blood benefits the Crystal Core mysteriously."
Mastering the new skill brings increasing understanding of the body’s structure, Zhang Chen feels a new insight into the skills emerging from somewhere beyond.
"Interesting, I wonder what transformation you’ll ultimately undergo, just as long as the level of Light of the True God within me can suppress you. Even if there is some eerie development, you won’t escape my grasp." Zhang Chen decided, making Light of the True God his primary skill, ensuring it always leads all skills in level, so even if anything deviates in the future, Light of the True God can bend and suppress it!
Understanding the key issues, Zhang Chen relaxed and began pondering the tomb matter: "Only ten meters left to reach the deeper layers of the tomb? Then I can enter the tomb and countless Creations will unfold before me. That trifling Fox Spirit will be suppressed in the blink of an eye. For now, I’ll play it safe and let the Fox Spirit have its way for a while."
"Mr. Wang, it seems you must endure some grievances!" Zhang Chen silently mourned for Wang Wu for a moment, then started to get up to feed the chickens, preparing breakfast before heading to the mountains for hunting.
Zhang Chen’s breakfast was stewed meat, as he was in his growth stage, and lacking nutrition would be detrimental.
After breakfast, Zhang Chen grabbed a food flask, placed the cooked meat inside, and carried a basket as he set off toward the mountains.
What was called a food flask is the ancient version of a lunch box; rural folks would bring food and water to the mountains for work and store them in the food flask.
At this moment, the sound of reading had already drifted over from next door. Looking at the candlelight reflected in the window paper next door, Zhang Chen couldn’t help but marvel at the fact that the poor scholar Zhang Chen, although his character was somewhat questionable, was undeniably diligent in reading and writing. The poor scholar Zhang Chen often stayed up later than him, sometimes even studying into dawn when Zhang Chen got up at night for a pee. And every morning before daybreak when Zhang Chen awoke, the poor scholar Zhang Chen was already up reading.
"This kid is extraordinary; such resilience isn’t typical for ordinary people." Zhang Chen muttered to himself, "I wonder when Mr. Wuliu will return so I can learn to read and write, otherwise I’ll be at a disadvantage."
Reaching the village entrance, Zhang Chen waited for a while before seeing the figure of Wang Wu appear in his sight, looking slimmed down a bit.
"Mr. Wang, I brought you breakfast." Zhang Chen waved to Wang Wu in the morning light.
Before Wang Wu came closer, his accusatory voice had already sounded: "I said before, from now on I’ll handle my own three meals a day. If you get implicated because of me, and dragged into hell, it’ll be disastrous."