Yes, here you go.
Lin Yao placed the hundred-yuan bill in the beggar's dirty hand. He then grabbed the beggar's wrist and inserted a small piece of "human nuclear energy" that he had prepared beforehand into the beggar's wrist vein through the tip of his right index finger.
"Ahhh!" the beggar exclaimed, "What happened? What did you do to me?"
"You can sense it?" Lin Yao stared wide-eyed at the beggar. His swollen face, disguised as a beggar's, looked tiny no matter how wide he stared, completely ignoring the beggar's attention. "That's great!"
"What's going on? What are you trying to do?!"
The beggar felt a little scared. He had been begging in the capital for three months. No one said that he lived poorly or that the clothes he wore were uncomfortable, but he had more than 30,000 yuan in savings in the bank. He estimated that he could go home in a few months to build a house and find a wife.
Now that he's met this fat man, what if he gets killed? Wouldn't the money in his savings account just go to the bank? He hasn't even held hands with Xiao Cui in the village yet, and the 20,000 yuan dowry is already more than enough. He's not willing to accept that Xiao Cui is dead before he's even slept with her!
The beggar's violent struggle, with his wrist held captive, greatly irritated Lin Yao. He yanked the beggar's wrist hard and yelled, "You fucking stop moving! If you move again, I'll kill you!"
As expected, direct violence is the most effective form of deterrence in the world. The beggar quieted down, staring at Lin Yao with terrified eyes, his face full of pitiful expression, though no tears fell. His left hand was still tightly clutching the hundred-yuan bill.
"I am the Earth God descended to earth. Seeing your exceptional talent, I have decided to make you a martial arts master to save the world. I have already placed the seed of a master into your body. As long as you can use this seed, you will become the number one master in the world."
Lin Yao awkwardly recited the reasons he had prepared beforehand, feeling inexplicably uncomfortable. He thought to himself, "How come Stephen Chow's movies can be said so fluently and smoothly? It's true that people in all walks of life have unique abilities."
"real?"
The beggar stopped staring at Lin Yao and instead focused his gaze on his left upper arm, where he felt something flowing along his veins.
"Of course it's true." Lin Yao resumed speaking Mandarin. Speaking with a beggar's accent was too uncomfortable. "How do you feel? Is it possible to control this seed?"
"Let me see." The beggar became interested, his eyes starting to light up. "I can sense the potential of a master. I need to study this carefully."
Stop thinking about it.
Lin Yao released his grip on the beggar's wrist, shook it vigorously, and felt that his entire right hand smelled bad. He became a little impatient and didn't want to waste any more words on the beggar. "You control this seed to stay on your arm, and then command it to explode and release huge energy. Let's see if it can turn you into a martial arts master."
The beggar agreed and began to operate as instructed. A moment later, the beggar's left arm suddenly trembled, and an expression of wild joy appeared on his face.
"Yaoyao, it's a success! This tiny drop of 'essence blood' can actually be controlled and used by others."
The little grass spoke first, her tentacles constantly monitoring the beggar's physical changes, which Lin Yao couldn't sense without physical contact.
"Ah~~, that's great." Lin Yao murmured in response to Xiao Cao, his heart filled with both shock and joy.
The fact that the essence blood extracted from the vampire's body could produce such a miraculous thing shocked Lin Yao. He realized how many mysterious things in this world were still unknown to him, which also gave him a sense of pressure and urgency.
"I'm an expert now, haha."
The beggar ignored Lin Yao beside him, handed the banknotes from his left hand to his right hand, and casually put them into a pocket in some unknown layer of clothing.
He held his left hand with the fingers together in a palm shape and gestured left and right in front of himself, as if admiring a sharp steel knife.
"Try it, poke it into the ground and see if you can make a hole." Lin Yao smiled and coaxed the beggar to do the experiment. He was looking forward to the beggar's performance.
The beggar didn't just experiment randomly. Instead, he got up from the ground, assumed an awkward horse stance, and clasped his hands tightly against his waist. Then, with a loud roar, like a Shaolin monk practicing martial arts in a movie, he thrust his left hand, palm facing down, into the ground.
Lin Yao stood there without saying a word, but in his heart he just wanted to laugh. He thought to himself that people in our country are too poisoned by martial arts movies and TV shows. They have to use a stake to start practicing their skills. Their arms are obviously not long enough. How can they possibly poke the ground when they are in a horse stance?
"Hi!" "Hi!"
The beggar's first strike failed to hit the ground, and he looked somewhat surprised, as if he was disappointed that he couldn't unleash his inner strength from mid-air. However, he was clearly a quick-witted and high-income beggar. He immediately abandoned his horse stance, squatted down, and thrust his left palm into the ground.
With a loud bang, like a hammer striking the concrete ground, the beggar's left fingertips collided violently with the concrete tiles under the overpass, and neither could gain the upper hand.
"Haha, I'm the number one martial arts master in the world!"
The beggar yelled wildly and then clenched his fist and slammed it into the ground. This time the effect was obvious; the nearly three-centimeter-thick cement tile was shattered, cracking into more than a dozen pieces of varying sizes from the center, though they didn't explode.
"I'm a master! I'm the number one master in the world!"
Having suddenly acquired such abilities, the beggar went berserk and rushed into the street, punching or grabbing anything he could get his hands on, including trash cans, street railings, and warning signs, causing serious damage to nearby public facilities.
"Oh dear, I forgot to ask the old bat how long this state can last," Little Grass suddenly exclaimed, making Lin Yao realize that he had overlooked an important question and hadn't verified it clearly.
“Forget it, let’s move a bit further away and observe this beggar. Let’s start timing now and see how long his ability lasts. This data is more practical. After all, the time in Old Bat’s experience only applies to himself. We need to verify how effective it is on ordinary people. Besides, our ‘human core force’ has already mutated and is no longer the ‘essence blood’ of vampires.”
Lin Yao's words make a lot of sense, but they are also hindsight analysis and judgment.
Xiao Cao had nothing to say, focusing only on the beggars who were going crazy everywhere. Lin Yao quickly left the bottom of the overpass, crossed the overpass, and sat down on a rest bench on another street, pretending to doze off while waiting for the result.
It must be said that citizens are very tolerant of beggars. If it were a well-dressed person who wantonly damaged public property, there would always be enthusiastic citizens who would call 110 to report it. But if the person who damaged public property was a beggar, it would be a different story.
As if knowing the beggar had no ability to pay compensation, everyone conserved their phone battery power, preferring to watch the spectacle rather than call the police. Some even used their phone cameras to capture the beggar's brave appearance.
It took a full hour and forty minutes for the beggar's superhuman strength in his left arm to disappear. The moment it disappeared, the beggar fell into a coma. According to Xiaocao, he fell into a coma because he had overexerted himself, but he was not seriously injured.
The beggar's extraordinary abilities were also based on his own physical strength. After enjoying himself for a hundred minutes, he naturally had to bear the consequences of physical exhaustion. This situation gave Lin Yao another test: to find out how long he could use his abilities before an ordinary person's physical strength could barely withstand it and he would not fall into a coma afterward.
"Yaoyao, that's great. If we do a few more experiments and there are no side effects, we can extract more 'human nuclear energy' from the old bat and put it into Mom and Dad's bodies. They will then have a basic ability to protect themselves."
Xiao Cao's excited tone revealed her joy. This was exactly what Lin Yao had thought. If it weren't for his parents' safety, he wouldn't have been so enthusiastic about using bats for experiments, because it seemed like a method that couldn't be widely promoted.
“Okay, let’s go home.” Lin Yao immediately agreed to Xiao Cao’s suggestion and decided to skip work again to go home and make more “human nuclear power” in one go, and also to study how to obtain more nuclear power.
"If only we could catch a few more bats," Little Grass sighed. "Yao Yao, if we had a hundred old bats, or even bats belonging to marquises and dukes, that would be wonderful!"
"Yes," Lin Yao murmured, "That's great..."
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