Yan Sanpao, who had just escaped from the gate, only had time to let out a scream. In the blink of an eye, he was already silent.
A streak of blood disappeared from outside the gate into the main room, fell back to the chair before, and transformed into the main body of the Hong Ming Dao again.
Perhaps it was because it knew that Chen Hai was refining the storage bag at a critical moment.
Hongming Dao, who had solved Yan Sanpao and Chen Laohei, did not take credit for disturbing Chen Hai, but remained silent and fell into silence again.
After knowing this result, Chen Hai breathed a sigh of relief.
When Chen Laohei came towards him with the axe, he was hesitating in his heart whether he should give up refining the storage bag and kill the two guys who broke into his house first.
But he was really not willing to make this difficult decision.
After all, it's just a waste of fine gold, so that's it. As long as you have money and spend some time, you can eventually refine this thing!
But if the Giant Kun's Skin disappears like this, then Chen Hai really doesn't know if he will have the chance to obtain such a precious material again.
When they thought that due to the intrusion of Chen Laohei and the two men, the storage bag he was refining was almost scrapped, Chen Haisheng was tempted to tear them apart.
The two men died under Hong Ming's sword, and he felt it was too cheap.
These two people brought it all upon themselves and deserved it.
"The little distraction before has already caused some problems in the refining of the storage bag."
"Continue refining, hoping to make up for the mistakes made before!"
Looking at the few small black spots that looked like burnt marks on the giant Kun's skin, he sighed and thought to himself.
Chen Lao, Hei Yan, and Sanpao had turned into mummies. Chen Hai didn't even have time to deal with their corpses.
He gathered all his energy and devoted himself to refining the storage bag again.
Time passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, nearly another day passed, and it was already dusk of the next day.
The door was open, and Chen Hai couldn't spare the time to go and close it.
That guy Chen Laohei died in the main room. As long as others didn't break in without permission, there was no need to worry about his body being discovered.
But Yan Sanpao died on the ground outside the gate.
If someone were to pass by nearby and pay a little attention, they might notice the presence of this corpse.
But fortunately, Chen Hai was lucky.
Until now, no one has discovered this body and has come to visit him because of it.
Of course, the reason for such a result has a lot to do with the fact that Chen Hai's old house is located in a relatively remote location, and generally few people will pass by nearby.
The fine gold threads woven into small sachets are refined into the skin of the giant kun, completely integrating the two into one.
This is the most critical step in the refining of storage bags.
Now that this step has begun, there must be no pause until this step is completely completed.
Starting from yesterday afternoon until now.
In order to completely integrate the fine gold threads with the giant Kun's skin, Chen Hai had been working without sleep for nearly thirty hours.
Fortunately, he has basically gone without food and does not need any food to provide energy. Just eating wind and drinking dew is enough to keep him alive for a long time.
Otherwise, he would have been so hungry that he would have been dizzy and dizzy, and would not have been able to hold on until now.
"The storage bag was finally refined successfully..."
I feel that the small sachet in front of me is like returning to nature, and there is no longer any colorful brilliance blooming out.
After careful sensing, it was confirmed that those fine gold threads were completely gone and had truly been integrated into the giant kun's skin.
Chen Hai was overjoyed. After imprinting a trace of his spiritual imprint on the storage bag, he finally stopped and let out a long breath.
In order to refine this thing, even he was exhausted.
After all, it was fine to stay awake for several days. The key was that he was consuming the power of his own soul all the time.
Several months have passed since the last time his soul was severely damaged due to peeping into a terrifying existence that existed in an unknown world.
According to his original estimate, in the past few months, even if he could not return to his prime, the heavy damage his soul suffered should have recovered almost as much.
But now, with the power of his soul, the range of flames he can control is still only about 150 meters.
When he was at his peak, he controlled the power of fire, and there was obviously still a big gap between the range of two to three hundred meters he could reach.
After all, in addition to officially refining the storage bag this time, he had previously refined fine gold from gold, which also consumed a lot of his soul power.
After confirming that his storage device had really been successfully refined, he had no time to even consider how much space it contained!
He was so tired that he didn't even care about the dirt on the ground. He just went to the ground and began to breathe heavily.
Of course, given his level of strength, just refining a low-end storage bag tired him out like this. The main reason was besides the fact that his soul was injured.
It also has a lot to do with the fact that when he first refined this thing, he took many detours and wasted a lot of soul power.
After lying on the dirty ground for more than half an hour, Chen Hai finally regained his breath.
He bounced off the ground, dusted himself off, walked to a chair a few meters away and sat down.
Taking out the storage bag that he had just successfully refined, Chen Hai closed his eyes slightly. With the help of the spiritual mark he left in the storage bag, he began to sense the space contained in it.
With the guidance of that mark, it's just that I can't breathe.
A strange space with a length of just over one meter and a width and height of about twenty or thirty centimeters appeared in Chen Hai's senses.
"Didn't Hong Ming say that the smallest storage bag he knows of is one meter long, wide and high, and has at least one cubic meter of space inside it?"
"The space contained in my storage bag is only so small. What is this? A defective product among inferior products?"
Feeling a little disappointed in his heart, Chen Hai let out a long sigh.
But when he thought about it, because of his distraction, several black spots appeared on the storage bag and a few wisps of smoke ignited.
When refining the storage bag, he made such a mistake, but he still successfully refined it.
Thinking of this, Chen Hai's mood suddenly improved a lot!
“No matter how defective a storage bag is, it is still a storage bag.”
"This magical item with its own space inside it is absolutely priceless even to the powerful countries on Blue Star!"
"Such a treasure is now my private property and is completely under my control. What else can I not be satisfied with?"
After muttering in his heart for a while, Chen Hai comforted himself.
After his mood basically calmed down, he found a few books and finally began to explore how to use the storage bag to collect items!
Holding the storage bag in one hand and the book in the other.
When he gathered his energy and sensed the space that looked like a rectangular box, he had an idea.
With a 'swipe', the book in his hand disappeared out of thin air.
But Chen Hai himself, after sensing the small space, could clearly see that in the originally empty space, there was now a book lying in the far right corner.
After thinking for a while, he had an idea and started to try again, taking out the book directly.
With just a thought, the book in the storage space disappeared out of thin air and appeared in the palm of his hand.
Put it in, put it in, Chen Hai had a great time playing with it.
After he got a little tired of playing with it, he started to try to collect other items in the house.
No matter how much he thought about tables, chairs, wooden beds, etc., he simply couldn't put them in.
Small items such as pen holders, ink bottles, and tableware can be put into the storage bag smoothly without any problems.
It seems that due to the space limitations in the storage bag, there is no way to put slightly larger items in it!
After confirming this, Chen Hai began to try to collect living animals.
It's hard to find other things on the mountain behind the old house, but you can still find some small bugs or mountain ants.
Of course, when he went out, he naturally did not forget that a few corpse-transforming talismans fell down and turned the mummified corpses left behind by Chen Lao, Hei Yan and Sanpao directly into nothing.
After several experiments, he was able to determine that no matter how small a living creature was, it was impossible to fit it into the space inside the storage bag.
After the original living creature was crushed to death by Chen Hai, if he wanted to put it into the storage bag, it would be a matter of course, and there would be no more problems.
In addition, after his continuous attempts, he also discovered that only when his body comes into contact with the storage bag can he sense the space contained in it.
In view of this situation, Chen Hai thought about it for a while, got a chain, used the storage bag as a pendant, and wore it directly on his neck.
The storage bag was pressed against his chest, truly touching his body.
If he wants to collect something, he just needs to take the thing in his hand, and then with a thought, the thing will suddenly disappear and appear in the space contained in his storage bag.
In this way, using a storage bag to collect things is more concealed and harder to detect.
Even if someone saw with their own eyes the scene where things suddenly disappeared in Chen Hai's hands, they would only think that Chen Hai was just performing magic.
I have to say that storage bags are definitely very attractive to any normal person.
Even though Chen Hai was very tired, he was playing with this thing and trying out its various functions. Before he knew it, several hours had passed.
It wasn't until about one o'clock in the morning that he lay down on the bed in his room and fell asleep.