120: Chapter 120 Abnormal Mental Attributes

Chapter 120: Abnormality of Mental Attributes

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh——

The shower was spraying, and the water flow carried a roaring sound, pouring down continuously like a waterfall.

A hand suddenly turned off the humming faucet.

Then it picked up a white bath towel to wipe the body and rub the hair.

"Whew—"

Fang Cheng let out a breath of relief, both physically and mentally comfortable, and his ears also gained a moment of tranquility.

As he lowered his head, he caught a glimpse of a dark, furry clump on the floor drain.

It adhered to the grate, almost completely blocking the water flowing onto the tiles.

"A lot of hair has fallen out again..."

Fang Cheng's gaze flickered slightly, not feeling too surprised.

Because that was one of the prices paid for using Potential Activation.

As the body's basic attributes gradually increased, the strength and stamina limit of all aspects of the body were also continuously rising.

When he first started exercising, he was just a weakling who had to try his best even to do 30 Push-ups.

By now, he had completely broken away from the category of ordinary people and stepped into the Ranks of "monsters".

One could imagine to what extent the life energy required to consume for restoring stamina using Potential Activation had reached.

Fang Cheng had already decided to use this skill as little as possible before.

Now he took it as a warning even more and raised his attention.

Unless facing truly irresistible formidable enemies, a trump card should always be treated as a trump card and must never be easily unleashed!

After drying his body, Fang Cheng quickly and neatly changed into clothes, pondering his next leveling plan in his mind.

For the morning exercises in the coming period, it was best to place the three skills of Stance Training, Breathing Technique, and Tai Chi in the primary position.

Strive to unlock Breathing Technique as soon as possible, and improve the skill Ranks of Stance Training and Tai Chi.

Because this was not only related to the enhancement of combat capability, but also related to one's own health issues.

Also, Meditation cultivation was also needed...

While pondering, a loud voice suddenly came from outside, instantly interrupting his thoughts.

"Oh my, Sister-in-law Li, you haven't seen the appearance of those biting madmen, with their eyeballs rolling back, talking nonsense in their mouths, and even spitting black blood. It was so terrifying!"

"I think it's being possessed by evil spirits. Let's buy more joss paper later to burn and ward off the evil spirits."

"It's impossible for so many people to be possessed by evil spirits. Didn't the news say that rabies or mad cow disease is popular recently?"

"Hehe, listening to what the news says is not as good as believing my gossip..."

Fang Cheng furrowed his brows slightly, feeling somewhat helpless.

In fact, those conversation sounds came from the entrance of the bathhouse twenty meters away.

But even across the two tightly closed door curtains of the shower room and the lobby, they could still reach here, as clear as whispering right by his ear.

Ever since his mental attributes increased to 40 points, Fang Cheng's five-sense perception had become extraordinarily sensitive.

Especially in terms of hearing, it was like a hearing-impaired patient wearing a hearing aid, instantly able to receive much more information than before.

Listening to them arguing about the appearance of madmen nearby, it was like a flock of ducks quacking and making a huge noise.

Coupled with the dripping water sound, fan sound, car horn sound, and shop peddling sound of the surrounding environment...

The refreshing and agonizing degree of that went without saying.

Fang Cheng suddenly understood how mental illness was actually generated.

Perhaps, were they driven crazy like this?

Then he shook his head, stuffed the two prepared foam earplugs into his ear canals, and tried his best to shield these noises outside.

Stepping out of the bathroom door and walking on the street.

When Fang Cheng was about to buy breakfast, he suddenly saw two familiar figures, one big and one small.

Wen Huiyi held Wen Xin's hand, came out of the Tubular Building, and walked forward along the street.

Wen Xin was wearing a brand-new red down jacket, her cheeks were also flushed, following closely step by step behind her mother.

Seeming afraid that her daughter would encounter an accident again, Wen Huiyi would bring Wen Xin with her every time she went to work, letting her stay by her side to ensure safety.

Therefore, Wen Xin also helped her mother with some odd jobs in Master Lin's massage and traumatology clinic to share the hardship of work.

Fang Cheng wore a smile, watching the departing backs of the mother and daughter.

After returning home.

He quickly finished his meal, watched TV for a while, and seemed to have nothing to do for the time being.

The preliminary examination for the postgraduate entrance exam had ended, the results had not yet come out, and the re-examination would have to wait until March at the earliest.

As for learning foreign languages and unlocking new language skills...

After meeting and parting ways with Lin Chuqiao at the bookstore the afternoon before yesterday.

Fang Cheng stayed in the shop and strolled around for another circle, purposely finding two foreign language books of niche countries from the bookshelf.

During the process of trying to learn, basically glancing at a few lines allowed him to roughly read and understand the meaning within.

However, the panel never showed the prompt message of successfully unlocking the skill.

It was very obvious.

Once a certain talent was Awakened, skills of the same type could no longer be put on the panel again to level up by grinding experience.

In other words, talent was actually the meaning and ultimate result of practicing skills.

Without error, first release, inside content, check it out!

Thinking of this, Fang Cheng raised his head.

He glanced at the time displayed on the wall clock, and it was almost 9 o'clock.

Today he was not planning to go to work at the club, but intended to make a trip to Tianxin Village.

Aside from receiving Ma Donghe's invitation to be a guest, it was hard to refuse such hospitality.

He also took the opportunity to consult Ma Jianguo, this traditional martial arts Great Master, about some questions on Cultivation Technique practice.

"Beep—Beep—"

A burst of car horns suddenly sounded outside the window.

Fang Cheng walked to the balcony and looked down at the street.

He saw a domestic sedan with faded and old paint parked downstairs.

Ma Donghe was standing by the car door, looking up towards his direction and waving to signal.

Fang Cheng therefore picked up his crossbody bag, quickly walked out of the house, and locked the door.

Then he walked quickly downstairs.

"A-Cheng, why are you dressed like this? I almost didn't dare recognize you just now."

Ma Donghe came to pick up Fang Cheng, and seeing him wearing gold-rimmed glasses, he couldn't help clicking his tongue repeatedly:

"You look even more scholarly than my middle school Chinese teacher, enough to charm a bunch of young girls to death!"

Fang Cheng smiled:

"Isn't this good? Even a guy like you couldn't recognize me, wouldn't the people of the Red Tiger Gang be even more clueless?"

Ma Donghe also cursed with a smile:

"If those little bastards dare to cause trouble again, I'll run straight over and bomb their headquarters."

There were many eyes and ears outside, which was not suitable for discussing this matter in detail.

The two quickly ducked into the car.

Blondie sat in the driver's seat acting as the driver, and then ignited and started the car.

Ma Donghe and Fang Cheng sat together in the back row.

Waiting for the car to drive out of Jiuchang Street.

He bent down and unzipped a black canvas bag placed on the floor mat.

Then, he successively took out several bundles of tied banknotes from inside and threw them on the seat between the two.

There were about a hundred bills in each bundle of this money, and every single one was a hundred-yuan bill, looking very thick and substantial.

Ma Donghe lowered his head and touched it for a while, seemingly finding it troublesome, and then simply picked up the canvas bag and poured out all the money inside.

Clatter—Clatter—

Instantly, like rain, bundles of bright red banknotes fell down one after another, bouncing and rolling on the seats and floor mats.

The visual impact became even more exaggerated.

Fang Cheng couldn't help but wide open his eyes too.

Although he was clear about the origin of this money, he still felt surprised:

"Are there this much?"

Ma Donghe smiled with a mysterious expression:

"Hehe, as much as this money looks, it's still less than a third..."