Guang Angen was squatting in the corner of the antique shop, and his fingers had just touched the dusty chamber pot.
"This thing..."
The words have not yet finished.
Snap!
The chamber pot rolled off the wooden frame and shattered on the floor. Debris flew and the back of his hand felt cold.
Looking down, he saw blood oozing out from a bloody hole.
Blood dripped on the largest piece of broken porcelain.
Buzz——
Mechanical sounds exploded in my mind:
[Host blood detected... Binded to the 'breathing makes you stronger' system... Binded successfully]
Guang Angen froze. The translucent data panel dangled in front of my eyes.
"What the fuck?" Guang Angen blurted out.
"Little brother!" The shop owner rushed over after hearing the sound, and his face turned green when he saw the debris on the ground. "This, this is an old thing from the late Qing Dynasty!"
Guang Angen was still staring at the panel in the air.
He took another tentative breath.
[Number of breaths +2]
Power +0.001
[Agility +0.001]
…
The numbers jumped up.
Real.
It's true!
"Compensate!" The boss grabbed his sleeve, "Stop talking about three thousand!"
What the hell?
