With a biological force field to protect the stomach, Wuming is not afraid of parasites, bacteria and other problems. The difference between cooking and eating raw is only the difficulty of digestion.

There must be other predators in this woods. Wuming cannot slowly roast it before eating, nor can he carry the prey back before eating, so he can only eat it directly.

After a full meal, he used the bioforce field to stimulate his stomach, and at the same time accelerated the intestines to absorb nutrients, and felt his body recovering rapidly. His right hand was originally used as a gun and still had a vague pain, but now he has recovered quickly.

He shook his right hand, bent down and picked up a stone, and then returned to the team.

Because it took a lot of time to eat, the team had already set off in a mighty way. He chased after him for a while before catching up with the team. When the old man behind saw him coming back covered in blood, he immediately asked, "Are you okay?"

"No." Wuming replied immediately with a smile.

The old man said bitterly: "I told you to carry the wind on your back when you shit!"

"Okay, wait until I shit." Wuming nodded with a smile. Under the pressure of the bioforce field, all the essence of food will be absorbed cleanly, so he shit is much less than others, and it is normal for him to shit every ten days.

Next, Wuming continued to repair his left hand.

Only those who have lost their arms can understand how painful it is to lose their arms. Not to mention anything else, just a thumb injury is enough to make life extremely inconvenient, let alone a whole arm.

Fortunately, Wuming had a way to repair this arm, otherwise he wouldn't be sure to pass this level alive.

In a blink of an eye, it was the time when night fell again. The team came to the foot of a mountain. The peak looked like a "mountain" from a distance. When we approached, we found that the peak in the middle was actually composed of many rocks in front, back and forth. The rock hill in the front looked like a big steamed bun, but there was a crack in the middle that could pass through.

The tribe will rest in this crack tonight, and both ends of the crack are guarded by warriors.

The hills in the shape of steamed buns are about seven or eight meters high, with a lot of weeds growing between the cracks of the rocks, and some vines even drooping with fruits. Perhaps because the narrow environment can easily make people feel safe, the children of the tribe became lively and gathered to pick the fruits on the rocks. Wuming held a wooden stick and gently stirred up the firewood in the bonfire to make the flames burn more vigorously. After the water boiled, he put a bowl in a bowl in front of him.

"Here." The old man handed the grass cake to Wuming.

Wuming took the grass cake and put it in boiling water. After a while, the boiling water turned green and oily.

Although this grass cake is so unpalatable, it actually has a high oil content. After soaking in boiling water, it feels very full after drinking it. For ordinary people, a grass cake can barely last for a day, but for Wuming, there is too little food.

After Wuming waited for the grass cake soup to cool down, he finished drinking the grass cake soup in one gulp. Then he began to continue to stimulate the body with the bioforce field and repair his left hand at the same time.

These two tasks are carried out at the same time. Only when the body becomes stronger can the bioforce field become stronger, and only when the bioforce field becomes stronger can the body become stronger. As long as there is enough food, Wuming can actually step on his left foot and directly turn himself into a muscular man like Schwarzenegger.

The problem now is that there is not enough food, and the left hand has seriously dragged down his speed of becoming stronger.

It can only be said that every drink and every peck has a fixed number.

Because his left hand was broken, he controlled the bioforce field in advance, but because his left hand was broken, his bioforce field became much stronger and slower.

In the middle of the night, he opened his eyes and exhaled a slight breath of turbid air.

He glanced at his left hand that had almost not grown much, and couldn't help but complain: "I really want to cheat, but it's too difficult for ordinary people to practice."

Suddenly, he admired those strong men who did not have the ability to awaken super, and had to practice the biological force field to a high level through hard work.

He became stronger by cheating. Although he had experienced countless painful cultivation, at least he started much better than many people. Those strong men who had no ability to assist but had cultivated the biological force field to the third or even fourth stages step by step are truly peerless men with firm minds.

Then he looked at the savages around him. These savages had lost a lot of weight compared to before setting off, and most of them were sleeping tiredly.

Compared to these people, having a bioforce field is actually equivalent to cheating.

He looked at his right hand, suddenly laughed, and thought to himself: "This level is the Heart Refining Pass."

Then he simply fell asleep, and the bioforce field was instantly released and naturally covered his body, just like the bioforce field of an ordinary person, no difference.

The next day, just as dawn, the sleeping people were awakened.

Everyone yawned, carried their heavy bags, and embarked on the journey again.

Wuming woke up naturally. He followed the team, and the ordinary person was like an ordinary person. If he was like a bead that fell into the mortal world before, even if the dust still shone brightly, then now he is like a bead mixed in countless glass beads, and he can no longer find any unique place.

In fact, after entering this level, he always felt very uncomfortable.

It felt like he had been demoted from an omnipotent god to a flesh-and-blood mortal fetus, and his body was so clumsy and heavy, as if it had become a cage of the soul, making him feel uncomfortable all over.

I believe that the same is true for Boshe. They are like two prisoners forced to wear heavy shackles. They are tortured day and night. Even if neither of them shout out, they are actually painful and unacceptable.

But Wuming feels very good now. The blood in his body is flowing smoothly and his heart is beating healthily. He begins to enjoy the changes in his body.

The cost, the growth of bones, the transmission of neural signals...

With every breath, he could feel oxygen entering his lungs and exhale carbon dioxide.

He became a god again. In the past, he controlled the power, and this time he controlled the self.

“It turns out that ‘I’ doesn’t need strength.”

Wuming closed his eyes, his mind was extremely satisfied, and he felt that his state had completed a gorgeous sublimation without realizing it.

Suddenly, a scream came from the front.

Wuming opened his eyes and saw a beast full of sharp teeth through the gap between the crowd. It was similar to a combination of porcupine and wild boar and instantly killed a warrior.

He smiled and said, "Now I need strength!"

In an instant, his bioforce field surged out of his body like a flame, and the bioforce field of everyone around him formed a finger under the flame sweeping.

die!

Wuming was like playing chess, pressing it gently in front of him.

The wild beast roaring at the crowd around him suddenly made a "slap" and turned into a pile of meat paste.
Chapter completed!