It's obviously a life skill, but you developed it into a magical skill

This bump lasted a whole night.

Only Zhou An knows the sourness of this night best.

Turning the pot is a very boring process, and the actions are repeated all the time.

The only positive feedback given to him was his growing proficiency.

But after a long time, it will still feel boring.

Zhou An finally knew what the loneliness described in the novel felt like.

That's how he feels now.

Very boring.

There is something comfortable in the boringness.

Pain and happiness.

Coupled with the soreness of his arms and the numbness after the air flowed through his arms, he managed to survive the night despite repeated attempts.

The hard work was not in vain. Zhou An felt relieved as he looked at the text in front of him.

[Bumping Pot lv.2 (Strength +1): 1358/20000]

After reaching the peak level after the second level, you gain the attribute of strength +1, and this strength +1, similar to the sword skill, is also only suitable for using the pot.

Zhou An grabbed the handle of the iron pot and shook it hard.

The fierce air flow covered the iron pot, and with this tremor, there was a sound of gold and iron.

The air in the iron pot began to twist, hit hard, and crackle.

Zhou An tried, put in the dishes used yesterday, and waved his left hand.

The vegetables in the pot turned into powder, and they didn't even hold on for a second.

Zhou An: "..."

What kind of perverted game did I originally design?

As the saying goes, people cannot be judged by appearance, and sea water cannot be measured.

Even though the name "bianguo" seems vulgar, when he actually uses it, he feels that if he grabs someone and throws it in, they can melt their bones and flesh.

"My whole night's hard work was not in vain."

Zhou An put down the iron pot, stretched out, and looked at the sunlight coming in from outside.

"Dianmao!"

The extra vegetables bought yesterday had been eaten up. After Zhou An went out, he found a roadside stall, had some breakfast, dealt with it, and then rushed towards the Yamen.

The yamen is on duty, so he should be patrolling the streets today.

After Zhou An nodded at the Yamen, he walked to the streets of Anding County with a long knife.

When patrolling the streets, each agent has a fixed area.

What Zhou An was assigned this time was an ordinary street. This street only had about a dozen alleys, which was not very big.

Walking on the street with a long knife at his waist.

Zhou An didn't say a word.

All he could think about now was cooking pots and chopping vegetables.

Patrolling the streets is very boring, and some police officers will make a fortune while patrolling the streets.

The so-called "getting something" is to randomly order something from a vendor on the street, maybe a three melons and two dates, or other small items.

Small traders are not surprised by this either.

These days, that's it.

Walking back and forth in this way, Zhou An continued to patrol until lunch time. As he was passing by, he stopped at a tofu curd rice stall on the street and ordered a bowl of spicy tofu curd.

Some people like to eat tofu curd salty, while others like it sweet.

But Anding County’s specialty bean curd rice must be spicy.

A bowl of white tofu pudding, paired with a unique chili, and a bowl of white rice.

Comfortable.

Zhou An had a great meal, and after paying the bill, he slowly continued to patrol the streets.

The weather is crisp and clear in autumn, and walking around after meals is also good for digestion.

I thought nothing would happen today, but Zhou An was still thinking about continuing the Liver Knife Skill in the evening when a sound suddenly interrupted Zhou An's thinking.

At this time, Zhou An was walking in a remote alley.

There was a clear sound in front of him. He looked along the direction of the sound and saw a little girl in tattered clothes falling to the ground at the end of the street.

The little girl was in tatters. After falling, there were tears in her eyes, but they did not flow down and were spinning in her eyes.

My knee was bruised due to the fall.

Zhou An was about to go over and ask, but the little girl got up from the ground with a strong look on her face.

"It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt when you blow on it."

The little girl exhaled softly, her hands covered with bloodstains from the fall.

After blowing for a while, the little girl wiped her tears with the back of her hand and walked out of the alley.

There was a small bag hanging on her waist, and inside the bag there was the sound of jingling copper coins.

"It's not safe for such a young girl to be outside with money." Zhou An thought and followed.

After the little girl came out of the alley, she ran all the way to the street outside.

On the streets, there are noisy vendors and people coming one after another.

The little girl was dressed in rags, standing there in stark contrast.

She clutched the small bag around her waist tightly. I jogged to a pork shop.

The stall of the butcher shop was as high as the little girl. The little girl put her feet up, pulled the edge of the butcher shop with her little hands, and pointed at a piece of meat.

"Uncle, uncle, cut me a small piece, just that piece."

The little girl let go of her hand, lowered her head and dug out three pennies in the small bag, and put them on the meat stall with great effort.

There was still a commotion all around, but the butcher shop owner didn't seem to notice and was just slicing the meat.

The little girl looked left and right, with a confused face, and raised the three pennies on the table: "Uncle, I buy meat. My father has gotten better recently, so I will cook a little broth for him."

The pork boss still didn’t answer.

Zhou An frowned slightly when he saw this scene.

Something is wrong with this situation.

Even if it’s only three cents, the pork boss won’t pretend he’s never seen it before, right?

Thinking of this, he was about to step forward.

At this moment, a pedestrian walked by the pork stall and happened to cross the little girl.

Pass through, pass through completely.

The little girl was like a puff of smoke, passed through easily.

Zhou An was stunned and stopped. The scene in front of him was quite strange.

The little girl seemed to have noticed it too, looking blankly at the crowd passing by, and then looking down at the copper coins in her hand.

A trace of blood appeared on the copper coin, gradually staining it, turning the entire copper coin red.

The little girl squatted down, hugged her knees with both hands, and clutched the coins tightly, tears welling up in her eyes.

"Yaya is dead...Yaya is dead..."

She kept repeating, her body became lighter and lighter, and her eyes gradually became dull, until she disappeared.

Only Zhou An could see this scene. The people around him seemed unaware and continued to do their own things.

There was a burst of airflow in the body.

Zhou An recovered and felt the air flow in his body. He suddenly felt that since he had this air flow, he seemed to be very different from ordinary people.

The scene just now was due to the air flow in his body that allowed him to see the little girl.

"Maybe it was for this reason that I saw my aunt that day." Zhou An thought.

He still doesn't understand this airflow.

As long as he uses a knife or a pot, it will flow naturally.

"Maybe we can find something later." Zhou An suppressed his thoughts for the time being.

Just as he was thinking about these things, a man's cry came from the alley he had just passed.