Chapter 132 Self-Created? Brain-Opening Skills!!

The day's work ended quietly in the busyness.

As Wang Jian said before, the workload has indeed doubled.

The task of burning corpses has become extremely heavy. The corpses of the evil corpses are lined up and sent to the incinerator. Although it cannot be said that they are endless, they are enough to keep people busy and overwhelmed.

So much so that Feng Mu, the old "chef", was so busy that he kept his hands on the spatula. The meat on the "pot plate" was not stir-fried evenly, and the juice and oil splashed everywhere. Some parts were even burnt black and smelled burnt.

Feng Mu did not delve into the reasons behind the increase in the number of evil corpses. He just honestly completed the day's work.

In the process of cleaning the iron spatula, his movements were skillful and calm. However, just as he wiped off the last drop of water and was ready to finish work, an accident jumped into his eyes.

In the ordinary skill column of the system panel, a new skill icon was condensed-[Cooking·Elementary (1/100)].

"System, are you sure you're not mistaken? Is this so-called cooking skill really what I thought it was?"

Feng Mu's pupils suddenly shrank, and an incredible shock surged in his heart.

Then, his mind was like being washed by an invisible force, and a series of detailed knowledge about cooking poured in: how to control the heat, how to stir-fry, especially the various techniques for stir-frying meat. Although this knowledge is basic, it is extremely detailed.

However, every time I stir-fry meat in my memory, the meat in those pictures is unbearable to look at.

After digesting this sudden information shock, Feng Mu silently made up his mind:

"Although this knowledge looks quite professional, I will never use this cooking skill to cook. At least, I will never eat the food I made with this cooking skill, not even a bite."

For Feng Mu, the appearance of cooking skills made him feel both frightened and pleasantly surprised.

Cooking skills are not important, but Feng Mu has already felt the deep meaning behind this skill:

The system's skill generation mechanism is not just based on learning and imitating secrets, it can actually create out of thin air, and it is a blind creation! ! !

Burning corpses and cooking, these two seem to have nothing to do with each other in the eyes of ordinary people.

If you insist that there is a connection between them, it is as absurd as having your brain bitten by a corpse.

But if you categorically deny the connection between them, it seems to lack a little bit of imagination?

Feng Mu was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes showed a gleam of sudden enlightenment:

"That's right, it's a brain hole, it's imagination?!!"

"It doesn't need logical connections in reality, nor does it need scientific basis. It only needs a trace of imaginary similarity. The system may make some judgments and randomly generate corresponding absurd skills?"

"Well, cooking as a skill is not absurd in itself. But if it is linked to cremation, it is undoubtedly an extremely bizarre and absurd skill."

"Since the generation of skills this time jumped from cremation to cooking, then next time, who knows where it will derive what kind of skills? Maybe it will really create some outrageous skills..."

"For example, if I pick up chopsticks to catch flies, will the system generate a unique sword technique based on this? And if I don't catch flies, but choose to wrap a thread to throw chopsticks, then will the system go crazy and create... sword-riding skills?"

Riding a bicycle to leave the incineration plant, Feng Mu's mind was full of strange and unscientific ideas.

Suddenly, he had a happy worry.

"So, should I continue to learn and practice various secrets step by step, or should I just let my imagination run wild and let the system create its own ideas?"

The former is like a carefully cultivated farmland. Whatever seeds you sow, whatever fruits you harvest. It can provide continuous and stable output, without unexpected twists and turns, and will not bring too many surprises.

The latter is more like a card-drawing game planned by a dog. You never know what you will draw next time. It may be a hand full of useless cards, or even a bunch of empty prizes of "thank you for your patronage".

But who can guarantee that after countless attempts, your luck will not suddenly explode and you will draw the coveted SSR-level prize?

"Trouble, ah." Feng Mu sighed.

The mount under his butt seemed to feel the owner's troubles, and made a difficult turning sound.

After a long time, Feng Mu appeared at the entrance of Douqiong Martial Arts Hall. He looked up at the plaque that had been repaired and hung up again, walked into the front yard, and his eyes immediately fell on the old tree in the center of the yard.

At the root of the dead tree, a touch of newly turned soil was slightly raised, as if it had been carefully turned over and a layer of fertilizer that nourished life was applied, emitting a faint earthy smell.

Feng Mu stepped into the threshold of the dojo, and his eyes first fell on the front desk, where Hong Ya was squatting, yawning, chewing her rice lazily, and quietly enjoying a moment of leisure.

Then, his eyes turned slightly and fell on the center of the dojo, those students who, although limited in talent and ordinary in character, still gave their all and sweated profusely, were struggling to display their martial arts against various instruments.

He had a vague answer in his mind: "I want both. If I don't want to be a corpse buried under a dead tree, I must constantly improve and produce. But if I don't want to be mediocre and end up being trampled under the feet of even more terrifying monsters, I have to draw cards and try my best to turn a bicycle into a motorcycle."

"Actually, I have always done this, just like my decision to eat iron. I have to keep eating pig iron, and I have to rack my brains to swallow and digest iron."

"The only problem is that your energy will be scattered and you won't have enough time, so you can only find ways to grab more skill points to irrigate the fruits like crazy, and..."

"Squeeze your sleep time every day, squeeze your time and energy like a sponge, squeeze, squeeze again, and never rest until you squeeze out the last drop of excess water."

"From tomorrow, no, from tonight, I will only sleep for 3, no, 2 and a half hours."

A flash of cruelty flashed in Feng Mu's eyes, not cruel to others, but almost cruel and harsh to himself.

"Junior brother, you are back. Here is your food. I have locked it for you to prevent senior brother from stealing it."

Hongya raised her head and saw Feng Mu walking in. She quickly reached out her hand, held his wrist tightly, and pulled him cordially to the front desk. She took out the key she always kept close to her chest from under her clothes, and lightly opened the locked clasp on the cabinet.

There is a bulging thermos bucket filled with tempting meals quietly placed in the cabinet.

As the lid of the thermos bucket slowly opened, a steaming steam and the fragrant aroma of rice immediately filled the air.

Feng Mu unceremoniously picked up the thermos bucket and began to devour it, eating every bite with gusto, and the corners of his mouth were covered with grease.

Obviously, no worries are as important as eating.

While eating, Hong Ya said: "Little brother, you'd better live in a martial arts gym in the future, so that you can keep up with your nutrition three meals a day. The master said that the most important thing in practicing martial arts is to eat well, otherwise you will lose weight." Practice yourself to death.”

Feng Mu nodded lightly. He had already considered this suggestion and responded: "That's true. It's just that the martial arts school is some distance from the incineration plant. It's really not convenient to go to work."

Hearing this, Hong Ya said: "Oh, by the way, the master asked about you this morning. He specifically asked you to resign from the incineration plant and either stay in the martial arts hall to help me manage it, or let the senior brother or Second Senior Sister will help you find a suitable job.

Feng Mu was stunned for a moment, then nodded. How can I put it this way? Master, this old man could not be the roundworm in his stomach. He actually saw through my thoughts in advance, and he was so considerate.

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