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In the drizzle, Wang Yuan walked alone in the ancient streets and alleys of Daling Village, which are at least a hundred years old.

His hair is messy, he wears a long-sleeved robe, his body is dirty, and his eyes are evasive and wandering.

The Wang clan members of Daling Village saw this and frowned. It was obvious that he was a complete lunatic.

He hurriedly drove all the children in the house into the house and covered the door to avoid this dirty and unlucky person.

"This idiot has been acting like a 'corpse' for a whole day. Why is he so embarrassed when he wakes up today?"

"Aren't you afraid that you have offended your ancestors by not doing your job well?"

"I can't say for sure. This kid killed his parents when he was born, and he relies on us neighbors and relatives to take care of him until he grows up.

Most likely, he is destined to be a lone star from heaven, and even the ancestors don't want to see him."

"Every wrongdoer has his own debtor. I just ask our ancestors and all kinds of ghosts and gods not to blame us. If you are dissatisfied, just take this fool away."

There was the idle man on the street, the long-tongued evil woman who muttered so harshly that it was hard to hear.

Because of Wang Yunhu's deliberate guidance to the villagers over the years, Wang Yuan had heard too many such voices and didn't take them to heart at all.

Dogs that bite don't bark. The most they can do is follow the clan uncle, waving flags and shouting, and picking up scraps. They don't have the guts to do it themselves.

There was no threat at all in his eyes.

However, the sense of urgency in Wang Yuan's heart did not dare to relax for a moment.

‘I can only barely get by today, and I may not be able to maintain a stable life for even two days.

Soon they will discover that I have not been deprived of my luck and destiny by [Strangeness] at all, and maybe they will completely break my skin and be killed immediately.'

The rain was cold, but Wang Yuan didn't realize it. After leaving the ancestral hall, he walked quickly.

‘In the final analysis, this is still a lack of strength.

The first level of martial arts [Fine and Flesh Foreign Minister] can reach the limit of mortals; the second level [marrow training and blood exchange] gradually becomes inhuman, and you can be naturalized as a Great Yan [Tao soldier];

The third level [Psychic Transformation] can be [Taoist General], which was also the level of Wang’s ancestors back then.

If I had reached the inhuman state of [marrow training and blood exchange] now, why would I need to make excuses with those people? All the dark clouds were blown away by him.

However, a stronger realm of art of war is no longer out of reach for me!’

Ever since he used the [Ghost King's Altar Seal] to eat that weird bone and weird skin last night, the heat in his body got stronger every moment.

Wang Yuan was pleasantly surprised to find that these weird things not only tasted great, but could also be transformed into pure vitality to replenish the body, which was even more powerful than taking big tonics.

After just one night, in the first level of martial arts [Exterior Phase of Flesh and Bone], the third pass after "External Strength" and "Inner Strength": "Consolidation of Strength" is about to break through.

As long as you get through this level, you can be considered a master of martial arts and war, and you will initially have the capital to deal with the clan.

It is no longer the duckweed that has no foundation and is blown away by the rain and wind in the blink of an eye.

However.

When Wang Yuan, despite the gossip of his tribe, walked quickly to the northwest corner of Daling Village, in front of a small dilapidated courtyard closest to Beimang Mountain.

His ears twitched slightly and he turned around suddenly.

I happened to see two young men in their twenties behind me reaching out and grabbing my shoulders at the same time.

One of the two men was lean and the other had a sallow face. They carried knives at their waists and were wearing the black uniforms of the mausoleum guards. They were full of vigor.

My heart sank. Aren't these two guys the accomplices of the clan leader who brought me to pretend to be a "corpse"?

Moreover, Wang Cheng, a lean young man, is already a powerful character in Dacheng's [Foreign Minister]. If he wants to take him down by force, it will not take any effort at all.

Not to mention two days, this really didn't even give me a chance to breathe.

Once you start, you click on one link after another, like a reminder, it’s really too fast!

'No, I have to think of a way to at least avoid today!'

Perhaps they didn't expect Wang Yuan's reaction to be so strong, so the two people's movements couldn't help but stagnate.

"Um?"

Then he looked into the young man's deep, bloodshot eyes, and couldn't help but think of the young man's horrific experience last night, and stopped angrily.

Although under normal circumstances, [weird] retribution will not be "contagious" on a large scale without any regularity.

But as mausoleum keepers, the two of them had seen many strange things and were deeply involved in this "murder". After all, they were still a little wary.

Wang Cheng, the leaner and stronger of the two, smiled at Wang Yuan:

"Brother Yuan, why are you in such a hurry to go home so early?

The patriarch said that according to the sacrificial rituals, you have to go to Beimang Mountain to worship our ancestors and the princes who deserve to enjoy the throne in the royal tomb to be considered complete.

Go quickly, go quickly, the sooner this matter is done, the better."

After the two men recovered, they reached out to grab his sleeves again and forcibly dragged him away.

The three people present all knew very well that once Wang Yuan obeyed at this time and followed them to Beimang Mountain in the wilderness, he would never come back.

But at this moment, the "Little Book of Life and Death" in Wang Yuan's body suddenly lit up.

Snapped!

Wang Yuan used all his crazy energy to the fullest, and slammed Wang Cheng's hand away, shouting angrily:

"Wang Xiaoliu! You can call me Brother Yuan?!"

I just hit a ghost last night, are you going to bully me today? Call me uncle!"

The pair of eyes that were still a bit frantic and frightened suddenly stared, and a fierce light burst out from the deep pupils.

Even though both Wang and Cheng were very powerful, their faces turned pale at this moment and they subconsciously took half a step back. Even their breathing could not help but stop for a moment.

In their eyes, this fool's body was as if a beast grinding its teeth and sucking blood suddenly came to life.

Tigers roar in the forest, and all beasts are silent!

"you..."

After the "Little Book of Life and Death" was activated, it obviously changed something in Wang Yuan, the unlucky guy.

Si Ming's book of life and death, summoning generals to send Yama!

If there is virtue in people and in heaven and earth, "yin virtue" will naturally be added to the body.

But "yin virtue" is completely useless to people who are still alive. Only when a person's life is over will the amount of "yin virtue" in his life be calculated, and heaven and earth will give karma in the next life accordingly.

Otherwise, how could there be such weird things as "golden belts for killing people and setting fires, but no remains for repairing bridges and roads"?

And the core ability of this "Little Book of Life and Death" is not to summon spirits and dispatch generals, but to realize the "Yin De" instantly and use "Yin De" as the pen and ink to revise... "The Book of Life and Death"!

In other words, as long as it is stated in the book, you can modify it at will and then turn it into reality!

Wang Yuan has had extremely bad luck in his life since he was born. Surrounded by a group of clan members with ulterior motives, he is completely in danger.

The precious destiny, [White Tiger Holding Power], which was originally strong enough to scare ordinary ghosts and monsters into tears, was also firmly trapped by the dark clouds.

The dragon swims in the shallows and the tiger falls in the sun, showing no sign of majesty.

It wasn't until Wang Yuan borrowed the "Little Book of Life and Death" to break the situation, spending a thousand points of Yin De, almost clearing the account, that he added a little [luck] to himself.

From the inevitable: "-6, black clouds are overwhelming, the three fires are about to go out, it's a big disaster!" to: "-5, there is a ray of light in the sky, the three fires are swaying, it's a disaster!"

at this time.

As luck increases, [White Tiger Holds Power] is like a hidden dragon getting water, and the tiger returns to the mountains and forests, immediately regaining its prestige.

It also created a glimmer of hope for Wang Yuan in the face of another fatal disaster.

However, while Wang Yuan was happy, he also had some doubts.

He had a complete memory as soon as he landed in this life. He had no memory of any good deeds he had done in the past fifteen years. He had inexplicably accumulated more than 700 Yin De before killing [Weird].

Otherwise, just by relying on the income from killing [Weird], you will not be able to get this bit of luck at all.

At this time, the two people on the opposite side were frightened away by the hint of tiger power from [White Tiger Holding Power], and their arrogance suddenly disappeared by three points.

Wang Cheng's face turned pale for a while, but he was unwilling to admit that he would be afraid of a fool, so he comforted himself:

‘It seems like this kid is really scared out of his mind and dares to act big in front of me.

Don’t be angry, don’t be angry, I don’t have the same experience as this idiot who has half his foot in the coffin.’

Although he was ashamed and annoyed, he also remembered to put the mission of the clan leader first, so he decisively lowered his posture and bowed to Wang Yuan with an apologetic smile:

"Yes, that's what you said.

Uncle Thirteen, can you come with us quickly? We can’t delay the business.

When you come back from Beimang Mountain, how about I take you to eat the mutton soup dumplings from Wangji Dumpling Shop?"

In the clan, it was common for eighty-year-old men to call young children grandpa. Wang Cheng didn't mind being taken advantage of by Wang Yuan, he just wanted to lure this fool to Beiman Mountain as soon as possible.

Wang Yuan's mind was spinning.

If he was tempted by delicious food before regaining consciousness, he might follow it in a daze.
To be continued...