[Simulated event - driving away corpses]

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【You spend the night at the mountain temple.】

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[The village is deserted during the day, but seems a bit noisy at night.]

[A curiosity arose in your heart to find out, but in the end reason prevailed, and the night passed quickly.]

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[You ordered three portions of chicken, and you feel a little stuffed.]

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[You meet two mortal robbers who cut their way, you take off their clothes, you get five taels of silver, and you feel happy!]

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【You have arrived at the town where your destination is!】

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[You meet a girl and notice that she has a heavy vaginal discharge, but you turn a blind eye.]

[The barber quietly left Yizhuang in the evening, and returned quietly at night with a big baggage. You didn’t meddle in other people’s business.]

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[You leave with twenty corpses!]

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[In the evening, you spent the night in a mass grave outside the city. A lonely ghost came and was easily killed by you using the soul-suppressing bell. 】

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【You asked for a bowl of water at a farmhouse on the roadside.】

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[You spent the night in the wild, met a very spiritual weasel, and fed it some food.]

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[You rushed back to the Soul Transferring Sect covered in dust.]

[You hand over the task and get ten points of sect contribution! 】

【Simulation ends!】

[Simulation bonus spell experience——Corpse +16! 】

【Complete simulation target!】

【Event disappears!】

"What? Another corpse-killing technique!"

After receiving the memories, Wang Yang was somewhat depressed.

The reward this time has neither experience nor cultivation. Compared with the last time, it is much different.

I have no choice but to endure it.

He can't bargain with a system.

After receiving this experience, Wang Yang's corpse-crushing technique was improved to "Proficiency 25/200".

The simulated events on the system panel have also become None.

"I wonder if I can re-simulate the task if I cancel it and then take it up again?"

To be honest, he was really moved.

But after careful consideration, he gave up.

One is uncertainty, the other is giving up the task and requiring high liquidated damages.

For the sake of my own pocket, I can only forget it.

Wang Yang got up and returned to the mission hall, and returned the rented soul-suppressing bell in the strange eyes of the gray-clothed disciples.

There is no charge for renting the soul-suppressing bell, which is regarded as a benefit for the sect and is also to encourage disciples to exhume corpses. However, a deposit must be paid. If it is damaged when returned, money will be deducted from the deposit.

After descending from the mountain, Wang Yang purchased some necessary supplies in Luxi City at the foot of the mountain and set off according to the map.

Towards evening, he saw the mountain temple mentioned in the simulator.

He didn't go in immediately, but wandered around for a while, and sure enough he found a withered skeleton exposed in the wild.

"Although I practice the heretical path, I am still a good person. I hope God will bless me!"

Wang Yang took out his tools, dug a shallow pit on the side, buried the bones, and erected an unnamed monument.

After finishing his work, he collected some dry firewood and entered the mountain temple.

"When did you people from the Soul Transferring Sect be so kind-hearted that you actually knew how to help people collect their bones?"

An illusory image of a big man flew out from a clay statue in the temple and asked curiously.

"I just don't want to be disturbed at night."

Wang Yang said casually.

"Don't want to be disturbed? You little guy is quite interesting!"

The big man folded his arms, suspended in the void, with a playful look in his eyes.

It has been more than ten years since the woman outside turned into an innocent soul. Over the past ten years, there have been countless Spirit Transferring disciples coming and going here, and no one feels noisy.

"Why don't you, for the sake of my kindness, spare me the incense?"

"dream!"

"Can't you be accommodating?"

"You go talk to the guys outside."

The big man raised his chin and motioned Wang Yang to look outside the temple.

Wang Yang turned around and looked around. Under the setting sun, some shadows had begun to gather.

"This place is so close to the sect, and the people from the sect don't care?" Wang Yang complained.

"These things are endless. The more you kill, the more you will get. Who is in the mood to clean up every day? Come on, stop talking nonsense and burn incense!"

After saying that, the big man got into the statue.

Wang Yang reluctantly took out a stick of sandalwood from his bag, lit it, bowed three times to the statue, and inserted it into the incense burner.

At this moment, the originally cold stone statue seemed to come alive, its nostrils twitched, and it took a deep breath, inhaling the green smoke from the sandalwood into its body.

The big man just now was none other than the mountain god of this mountain temple.

Mountain gods and land gods like Han are everywhere in the world, large and small, and they belong to the incense path.

Incense Tao is a very magical organization. They are composed of gods of all sizes, including mountain gods, city gods, and land gods. They do not compete for territory or resources.

They only do one thing, which is trading.

As long as you offer incense, he will provide you with protection from being invaded by lonely ghosts.

Because there is no conflict of interest, the major sects in the world usually do not conflict with them.

Of course, the gods of Incense Road are also very smart, and other than helping to fend off lonely ghosts, they won’t meddle in other affairs.

After offering the incense, Wang Yang lit a bonfire, roasted the dry food a little, mixed it with cold water and ate it.

After eating and drinking, he found a thatch pile and lay down to rest.

At this time, the sky has completely darkened, and the shadows outside are gathering more and more, gradually twisting and converging, turning into residual souls with teeth and claws.

They flew around the mountain temple, but could never enter even half a step.

I don't know how long it took, but a white figure appeared at the door of the mountain temple. She bowed to Wang Yang who was sleeping inside, and then disappeared into a wisp of smoke.

The big mountain god stretched his head out from the statue, looked at the place where the white figure disappeared, and said in a slightly regretful tone: "What a pity!"

After saying that, he retracted into the statue and never showed his head again.

The night passed peacefully, and by the next day, the shadows surrounding the outside had all disappeared, just like the world had evaporated.

Wang Yang stood up, stretched, tidied up, ate some dry food, and continued to set off.

When it was almost noon, he took out the map and compared it, and found that he couldn't find the direction.

There is no compass in this world, let alone satellite positioning. If you want to find the direction, you rely entirely on the signs on the roadside and a mouth under your nose.

"I remember that at this time -"

Wang Yang put up a pergola and looked forward, and found an old man riding a donkey not far away, walking slowly.

He hurriedly chased after him.

"Old man, how to get to Qingyang Town?"

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It's the third day.

At this time, Wang Yang was already hundreds of miles away from the Spirit Shifting Sect.

"Could the village in front be the strange village in the simulation?"

In the three simulations, he would be woken up almost every time at night, and then he would be curious to find out, but in the end he would be suppressed by reason.
Chapter completed!