Chapter 16
Wang Dust never thought.
One day he would end a living life with his own hands.
This wasn’t a small animal like a chicken, duck or fish.
What he finished off.
It was a living human life!
The place where Wang Chen was born and grew up in his previous life was one of the safest countries in the world.
His family was happy, and none of his relatives or friends had suffered any untoward calamities.
Murder was only a word you could see on the news.
However, looking at the bodies on the ground in front of him.
Wang Duan, who killed for the first time, except for a little nausea.
There was not the slightest bit of guilt or fear.
Even if last night’s scenario was repeated a thousand times, he would not hesitate to stab the Gung Jin Finger.
Taking advantage of the fact that it was still light, Wang Dust hurriedly closed the door to his room.
The door to the small courtyard outside was closed.
The intruder had obviously sneaked in over the fence.
What Wang Dust couldn’t figure out was.
Neither he nor the original owner had ever had a life and death feud with anyone.
Why would someone want his life?
After closing the door to the room, Wang Chen took out a fire discount and lit the oil lamp on the table.
Under the orange light, he squatted down and turned the body over.
The intruder’s face had been completely distorted, looking extraordinarily grotesque and ugly.
The eyes were almost staring out of their sockets beyond the sockets, and the color of shock still remained in the dilated pupils.
Wang Chen tried hard to recall.
Even after exhaustively searching his memory, he could not recall where he had seen this person.
But he didn’t dwell on this issue.
The priority was to hurry up and dispose of the body so that no one else would find out.
Wang Chen didn’t even consider reporting this matter to the sect.
In the original owner’s memory, the Yunyang Sect’s Outer Sect’s Hall of Punishment was a Hades Hall.
There was nothing to go in and get a layer of skin peeled off.
For a small cultivator at the bottom of the outer sect like him, it was just too easy for others to pin down.
Other than that, the loot would definitely not be kept!
Wang Chen’s hand had already touched the storage bag hanging on the waist of the corpse.
For the first time in his life, he was touching a corpse.
His heart rate had sped up quite a bit!
The storage bag was easily removed.
When Wang Chen tried to inject mana to open this storage bag.
He immediately got a big surprise!
The first thing was the volume of this storage bag, which was surprisingly one zhang square.
The storage bag belonged to a cultivator’s necessary magic weapon.
Basically, everyone had one.
But the value of the same storage bag varies greatly.
Wang Chen’s own storage bag was only three feet square, and it was still second-hand.
It doesn’t have much durability by now.
The storage bag he had just acquired was not only much larger in volume, but also very new in color.
It was worth at least a hundred lower spirits!
Just the storage bag itself exceeded all of Wang Chen’s current savings.
It was true that one could not get rich without having a lot of money!
Then he pulled out three white jade bottles, a long sword, and a crane-shaped pot from among the storage bag.
As well as a bunch of talismans!
Strangely enough, there was not a single spirit stone inside.
Including the broken spirit there was none either.
Wang Chen picked up the long sword that was shining with cold light and played with it for a bit.
This sword was clearly a magic sword.
Not a flying sword.
Dharma swords were sword weapons used by cultivators to fight and kill in close combat, and the size and shape were very different from flying swords.
Of course the value is also vastly different.
If the magic sword is compared to a car running on the ground, then the flying sword is a jet airplane.
The original owner’s father, Wang Shaoyuan, used martial arts to enter the Tao, and once taught young Wang Chen fist and feet kung fu and sword skills.
Although they were all mundane skills.
But for the bottom cultivators, they also had considerable practical combat value.
Only after Wang Shaoyuan’s accident.
The original owner became an Outer Sect Spirit Planting Husbandman and worked hard every day to cultivate the spirit fields.
Plus daily gongfu cultivation.
So he had long since put down these mundane martial arts.
Otherwise, if he had practiced diligently, the Physique left for Wang Chuan wouldn’t have been a measly 4 points.
If Wang Chuan wanted to improve his physique, it would be a good choice to regain his martial arts.
It was a pity that mundane martial arts were not displayed on the Immortal Cultivation panel.
Otherwise it would be cool to add points to it.
Putting away the longsword, Wang Dust examined three more white jade bottles separately.
He recognized that inside two of the jade bottles, there were Qi Recovery Pills and Healing Pills respectively.
Both had a quantity of around five or six pills.
While the third bottle contained Pill Scatter.
And it smelled strange, not like anything good.
Wang Chen put it aside first and picked up the talisman to look through it.
For cultivators, distinguishing between commonly used talismans and pills is the most basic cultivation knowledge.
This pile of seven talismans were all memorized by Wang Chuan.
Two talismans to ward off evil spirits, two talismans to protect the body, one armor and horse talisman, one dust and smoke talisman, and one talisman of the past life!
Pills to restore qi and heal wounds, sharp magic swords, strange medicinal dispersions plus such a bunch of talismans.
Wang Dust vaguely felt that he had discovered the truth.
He picked up that last crane-shaped pot again.
The palm-sized bronze jug had an ancient and elegant shape, with a curved and slender neck and a sharp crane beak to hide the mouth.
And the crane’s tail on the handle of the pot was turned upwards, revealing a hole as thick as a small finger.
Wang Dust wiped the handle of the pot with his sleeve, and then held the tail of the crane and gently blew.
A wisp of light smoke immediately sprayed out from the front of the crane’s mouth.
It immediately dissipated and disappeared.
Wang Dust smelled a sweet-smelling flavor and immediately felt his head spinning.
He hurriedly held his breath and waved his sleeve in front of him to flick it back and forth.
What a powerful misty smoke!
Wang Dust weighed the crane-shaped pot in his hand as a tidal wave of memories flooded his mind.
When the original owner was twelve years old, his father, Wang Shaoyuan, seemed to have some sort of premonition before the accident.
He spent a lot of time instilling the original owner with a lot of cultivation knowledge.
He spent a lot of time to instill a lot of cultivation knowledge to the original owner, as well as the experience of Jianghu.
Just the original master qualifications stupid ignorant, remembered down a lot, but did not feel useful to himself.
And these dusty memories.
Now all become Wang dust experience.
He deduced that this crane-shaped pot should be the Misty Immortal Pot that Wang Shaoyuan had once talked about.
It was said that even a cultivator at the high level of Qi Practitioner would be bewitched by the bewitching smoke inside the Bewitching Immortal Pot if he was not prepared!
This was a common utensil used by evil cultivators.
Wang Chen remembered last night’s experience and felt very fortunate.
No wonder he was so powerless after being struck and was reduced to a fish on the chopping board.
If it wasn’t for Xiao Bai’s timely rescue, I’m afraid he would have been killed and turned into a ghost!
Where is Xiao Bai?
Wang dust looked around, no sign of the rat.
I don’t know where it went.
After counting the loot in his storage bag, Wang Dust returned his attention to the corpse on the ground.
He suddenly realized that something was wrong.
The corpse’s face skin was actually wrinkled and distorted to the point where it was completely unrecognizable.
And the skin on the forehead was split into two pieces.
One slice was high up!
Wang Dust’s heart stirred as he leaned down and probed his hand to pinch and gently pull the top piece of skin.
The result was that a thin, cicada-like skin film was pulled off.
Human skin mask?
Wang Chen was slightly stunned.
What surprised him even more was that the real face of the corpse was exposed.
It was precisely the traveling merchant who had traded with Wang Chuan.
The truth was revealed!