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As Fang Han stopped, Ma Dingdang gasped for breath, still shaken, feeling as if she had just escaped death.
"Fang Han, can't you be a little more of a gentleman!" she said irritably.
Fang Han remained silent, savoring the taste of the blood, which was even more delicious than the blood of the wolf god.
[Ding, devouring Ma Dingdang's blood...]
[Refine bloodlines, plunder the power of destiny...]
[By fusing with the power of destiny, I have gained the power of the creator god...]
[The Divine Form gains an amplification!]
[Awaken the power of the Zombie God's bloodline!]
At this moment, divine light emanated from Fang Han's body, revealing the power of the Creator God, sacred and extraordinary, displaying his majesty!
A faint golden light appeared in his scarlet eyes, which was the power of the Zombie God's bloodline!
Creator God!
Zombie God!
The bloodline of destiny has an evolutionary effect on both forms.
If there is enough blood, one can evolve into a creator god and obtain the power of a zombie god!
The Destiny Bloodline is the second most powerful supreme bloodline after the Pangu Bloodline, even stronger than the Beast God Bloodline of demonic beasts!
The Beast God Bloodline is the gene for beast transformation, granting access to the power of monsters; the Destiny Bloodline is the power of destiny, granting access to the power of the creator god…
The power of monsters represents destruction, while the power of the creator god represents not only destruction but also creation...
For example, the complete Destiny can destroy and create worlds, and the previous era perished because of this!
Looking at Fang Han's current appearance, Ma Dingdang opened her mouth in astonishment, looking as if she had seen a ghost.
With red eyes and fangs, it was clearly a zombie, yet its entire body was surrounded by divine light, containing extremely strong divine power, and its aura was sacred and majestic...
Evil and holiness, both in one person!
Ma Dingdang stared blankly, "Are you a zombie, a god, or a dragon?"
This wasn't the first time she'd witnessed Fang Han unleash divine power—a zombie combined with divine strength, a truly mind-blowing spectacle that made one question the meaning of life...
"I am both a zombie and a god!" Fang Han said with a faint smile.
"Or rather, I am also a human being, and these are just some of my abilities!"
"Want to become a zombie? You too can become a god like me!"
Upon hearing this, Ma Dingdang rolled her eyes: "I still prefer being human, I don't want to become a monster!"
Fang Han smiled without saying a word, continuing to experience the power of the Creator God and the power of the zombie, activating his bloodline origin, making him even stronger than before...
"Unfortunately, there's still not enough blood." Fang Han shook his head. Although Ma Dingdang was the most talented member of the Ma family, he only absorbed a portion of it.
He stared at Ma Dingdang with burning desire, as if he wanted to devour her...
Upon seeing this, Ma Dingdang retreated in fright, her voice trembling: "You almost drained me dry, do you want to suck my blood too?"
Fang Han smiled and said, "I won't drink your blood for now. Take good care of your health, and we'll talk about it later."
Ma Dingdang's mouth twitched. Was she treating me like a long-term food source?
She asked worriedly, "You just bit me, will I turn into a zombie?"
"No!" Fang Han explained, "Unless you merge with my essence and blood, you've only lost some blood. You'll recover your strength after a few days of rest."
After saying this, Fang Han turned to look at Zhao Li, his eyes flashing with a bloodthirsty light.
Ever since he devoured the bloodline of destiny, he has wanted to drink blood, as if he has developed a blood addiction and has not yet been satisfied.
Normally, he wouldn't have a blood addiction, but the bloodline of destiny had activated the power of the zombie god, so Fang Han was a bit irritable.
Feeling the power within him growing stronger, he needed to release it!
Zhao Li felt his scalp tingle from Fang Han's stare and dared not look directly into his eyes.
"Mr. Fang, you're not going to bite me, are you?"
"I haven't showered, I smell terrible..."
He was terrified. He looked back at the gate and found it tightly shut, leaving him nowhere to retreat.
Moreover, with Fang Han's strength, there's no way he can escape!
Zhao Li gritted his teeth, then stretched out his neck and said, "Bite me, just don't kill me!"
Fang Han remained silent, then raised his hand and made a grabbing motion towards Zhao Li from a distance.
Wow~~
A bloody aura emanated from Zhao Li!
He paused, looking at Fang Han with a puzzled expression: "Why didn't you bite me?"
Fang Han was speechless: "I bite beautiful women, I don't like biting men!"
After all, biting someone's neck with your mouth is a bit ambiguous, and Ma Dingdang's blood scent was too tempting; he couldn't resist just now.
As Fang Han took Zhao Li's blood, the originally red blood energy gradually turned golden.
Bloodline origin!
The blood-red aura glowed with golden light and contained a sacred aura!
Ma Dingdang frowned slightly. This was the first time she had ever seen blood like this; it was actually golden.
"What's going on? Is the ferryman's blood different from that of a normal person?"
"I'm just a normal person!"
Zhao Li was stunned. In the past, when he was injured, he only bled red blood. The ferryman was no different from an ordinary person.
However, his soul was sold to Acha, and he became a ghost messenger in the mortal world.
As he absorbed the golden blood, Fang Han's eyes gleamed with a faint golden light. He grinned and said, "The taste is not bad. It truly lives up to its reputation as the blood of an Arhat!"
"An Arhat?" Ma Dingdang exclaimed in surprise, "Zhao Li is an Arhat?"
Zhao Li looked bewildered, and his face gradually turned pale as he lost more blood.
"Mr. Fang, what's going on? Why am I an Arhat?"
Fang Han explained, "In your previous life, you were a highly accomplished monk who cultivated to the level of Arhat."
"When I met you sixty years ago, your aura was just like a normal person's. I never expected that you would also be awakening."
"After some time, you will probably regain your Arhat power..."
Fang Han felt a pang of emotion. Zhao Li, as the protagonist of "The Ferryman," originally possessed unfathomable cultivation, but unfortunately, he was suppressed by Acha.
Not only was her soul sold to Acha, but her cultivation was also sealed, and she lost her memories of her past life.
In the original story, Zhao Li is a high-ranking monk named Wuming who enters the underworld through the Yellow Springs, kills Meng Po, and finally meets the King of the Underworld...
From then on, the nameless monk disappeared without a trace, and the underworld gained a ghost messenger named Zhao Li!
Zhao Li had not regained his memory and did not know his identity. He found it unbelievable when Fang Han told him that he was an Arhat in his previous life.
"I'm actually an Arhat?" Zhao Li muttered to himself, "I used to be so powerful, how did I end up as a ghost messenger..."
He had too many questions in his mind, including about his own origins...
Zhao Li fell into deep thought, completely unaware that he had lost most of his blood and was extremely weak.
Fang Han only stopped when his life was in danger.
As soon as he stopped sucking blood, Zhao Li collapsed to the ground, but he was still deep in thought, recalling his identity...
[Devouring the blood of Zhao Li, plundering the lifeblood of the Arhat!]
[Gain the power of an Arhat and transform it into the power of the Creator!]
A golden light flashed across Fang Han's body. An Arhat is equivalent to a god or immortal, and the origin of his bloodline can naturally be transformed into divine power.
However, the source is weak, so the increase in power is not obvious.
"Not bad." Fang Han clenched his fists, feeling the power of his physical body, and was eager to test how strong he was now.
If I were to encounter Yamamoto Kazuo at his peak, would I be able to suppress him with my human body?
At this moment, Fang Han was filled with excitement and really wanted to find someone to fight!
Ma Dingdang asked, "What's wrong with Zhao Li? Could it be that he's been drained of too much blood and gone stupid?"
Fang Han snapped out of his daze and looked at the dazed Zhao Li, only to find that he was just severely injured.
"It's nothing, she's probably just remembering her origins..."
Before he could finish speaking, Zhao Li suddenly clutched his head and let out a wail. His face contorted in pain.
"Ah!" Zhao Li's head throbbed with pain, and fragments of memories flashed through his mind, including an image of a zither...
"My zither!" he roared, his eyes bloodshot. "Acha took my zither!"
Zhao Li frantically pounded his head, the memory fading away as if it had just been an illusion.