A fla from a talisman burned the corpse to clean ashes, scattering them to the heavens and earth.
On the way back.
Zhang Feng not only activated the virtual disruptor but also opened his chanical body, using the hollow space inside to stash all the money.
Then, Zhang Feng began recalling the mory of so instrunts in this world.
Thanks to the advanced technology of this world.
'I' was also a student at a key school.
Zhang Feng swiftly determined his subsequent specific plans.
First, concerning the reanimation of flesh.
He didn't need very high-end instrunts, only so 'low-level incubators' relative to this world.
Roughly, it's about placing one's blood or body tissue in the incubator, and with ample energy supply, irregular flesh tissues will grow.
It's these irregular tissues that Zhang Feng wanted.
Afterward, use these tissues to build the outline of a body.
As for the remaining internal organs, ridians, and veins and bones.
He could gradually 'evolve' them using Spiritual Thought.
This was what Zhang Feng comprehended from biotechnology, and the ever-changing nature of rats, as well as bone reconstruction, hence realizing '72 Transformations'.
However, these flesh incubators are not easy to find.
If he were to make or gradually acquire them, it would take so ti and increase exposure risks.
Thinking it over.
Zhang Feng soon thought of so black markets selling instrunts.
There would definitely be no legal surveillance there.
Only, without connections and due to legal constraints, it's truly impossible to find through normal channels.
But based on behavioral science and relevant physical function knowledge.
Zhang Feng directly headed to the nearest nightclub, preparing to judge who among the crowd was not a good person.
Bad people would sowhat know so information.
Asking worldly matters from worldly people is always correct.
Thinking.
Zhang Feng approached a nightclub by the roadside.
There's only a large soundproof glass door at the entrance, other than that, there's no queue, nor does it collect entrance fees.
Zhang Feng glanced over and walked straight in.
Boom~
Entering this space, explosive dance music hits along with dim yet dazzling lights.
n and won in the middle of the dance floor swayed their bodies like a frenzied dance.
Feeling this atmosphere, Zhang Feng also nodded along, finding it quite exciting.
Previously, over at King Snake's nightclub, he was the last 'floor manager' in the club.
He is fairly familiar with these things.
Not to ntion nodding along, even improvising a dance wouldn't be a problem.
Considering the current evolution and precision of his chanical body.
If Zhang Feng were to dance, he'd be a world-class dance king.
These people are really not worth looking at.
Similarly, being able to switch from any emotion anyti, and blend with the current environnt naturally.
This is also what Zhang Feng has always been doing.
And in Zhang Feng's view, a true state of mind isn't being sober while all others are drunk, but rather 'seeing mountains as mountains', naturally blending in so people can't see one's special traits.
Thus, amid occasional glances, Zhang Feng appeared to be playing around in the dance floor like a regular guest.
In reality, Zhang Feng had already swept through the people on the dance floor.
They were mostly good people.
Being 'good' just ans not killing or committing arson.
Concerning other good or bad traits.
Zhang Feng doesn't judge, since his purpose of coming to the nightclub is finding the bad ones.
Finding those who are absolutely honest, who would co here for that.
And while inspecting.
Zhang Feng then turned his gaze toward the surrounding booth tables and the bar in front.
Among the people coming and going, there were bouncers, but they were small fries, with no images related to black markets.
Yet to the right side.
Zhang Feng did spot their leader, including in his luck image, there were black market traces.
But they were all about controlled weapons-like deals, nothing related to instrunts.
Seems like things aren't going smoothly.
In just a few minutes of ti, Zhang Feng had seen through everyone.
All small fries.
Checking the ti again, it's eleven o'clock in the evening.
Still early, let's check other clubs.
If it truly doesn't work, then find so unlicensed small clinics.
They don't follow usual routes, perhaps so dicines and body instrunts co from unknown places.
Yet, these unlicensed clinics are really hard to find as well.
Finally, glancing at this nightclub.
Zhang Feng quickly arrives, and leaves quickly.
And at the entrance, hailed a hover taxi, heading to the nearest club.
Taxi drivers are often living maps of the city, asking them to find nightclubs would be precise.
A minute later.
The driver rely pressed the electric pedal, ran less than a hundred ters, and said: "Arrived, it's the base fare, ten bucks."
"Okay." Zhang Feng didn't expect it to be so close, but currently, his Spiritual Sense isn't far, he truly can't see beyond three hundred ters.
Plus, being unfamiliar with the city, 'I' rarely cos out to play.
A little overcharged like this, it is quite normal.
"Driver, are there other places to play nearby?"
And before getting off, Zhang Feng while taking out a hundred-yuan bill from his pocket, asked.
"Many, like over there…"
The driver, seeing Zhang Feng as a high school student, possibly had a bit of reluctance to take his money, so he spoke a few more words, pointing to so nearby places.
Later, when Zhang Feng got off the car.
He looked at the paper money, sowhat curious.
'Nowadays, very few people use paper money, luckily I prepared change, or else really couldn't give change…'
Thinking to himself, again looking at Zhang Feng's departing back,
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