Chapter 16 Windfall and the truth
Wang Chen never thought about it.
One day I will end a living life with my own hands.
This is not a small animal such as a chicken, duck or fish.
He killed it.
It’s a living human life!
The place where Wang Chen was born and grew up in his previous life is one of the safest countries in the world.
His family lived harmoniously and happily, and none of his relatives and friends encountered unexpected disasters.
Killing is a word you can only see in the news.
However, he looked at the body lying on the ground in front of him.
Wang Chen, who committed murder for the first time, was a little bit disgusted.
No guilt or fear at all.
Even if the scene last night was repeated a thousand times, he would stab out his golden finger without hesitation.
While it was still dark, Wang Chen quickly closed the door.
The door to the small courtyard outside is closed.
The intruders apparently climbed over the wall and sneaked in.
What Wang Chen couldn't figure out was.
Neither he nor the original owner had a life-or-death feud with anyone.
Why would someone want their own life?
After closing the door, Wang Chen took out the fire stick and lit the oil lamp on the table.
Under the orange light, he squatted down and turned the body over.
The intruder's face has been completely distorted, looking extremely weird and ugly.
His eyes almost popped out of their sockets, and there was still a look of shock in his dilated pupils.
Wang Chen tried hard to remember.
Even if I search my memory, I can't remember where I have seen this person.
But he didn't dwell on the issue.
The top priority is to dispose of the body quickly before others discover it.
Wang Chen didn't even consider reporting this matter to the sect.
In the memory of the original owner, the Yunyang Sect's Outer Gate Punishment Hall was the Hall of the King of Hell.
If you go in without any trouble, you will have a layer of skin peeled off.
Minor repairs like his on the bottom floor of an exterior door are too easy for others to handle.
Apart from anything else, I definitely won’t be able to keep the loot!
Wang Chen's hand had already touched the storage bag hanging on the body's waist.
Touched a corpse for the first time in my life.
His heart rate has accelerated a lot!
The storage bag is easy to remove.
When Wang Chen tried to inject magic power to open the storage bag.
He immediately got a big surprise!
First of all, the volume of this storage bag reaches one foot square.
Storage bags are essential tools for monks.
Basically everyone has one.
But the same storage bags have vastly different values.
Wang Chen's own storage bag only has a capacity of three feet square, and it is second-hand.
It doesn't have much durability now.
The storage bag he just bought is not only much larger in volume, but also in very new condition.
It’s worth at least a hundred yuan!
The storage bag itself alone exceeds Wang Chen's entire current savings.
It is true that no one can be rich without windfall!
Then he took out three white jade bottles, a long sword, and a crane-shaped pot from the storage bag.
And a stack of talismans!
The strange thing is that there is not a single spiritual stone inside.
Not even broken spirits.
Wang Chen picked up the gleaming long sword and played with it.
This sword is obviously a magic sword.
Rather than a flying sword.
The magic sword is a sword used by monks for close combat. Its size and shape are very different from the flying sword.
Of course the value is also vastly different.
If the magic sword is compared to a car running on the ground, the flying sword is like a jet aircraft.
The original owner's father, Wang Shaoyuan, entered Taoism through martial arts and once taught young Wang Chen boxing, kicking, and sword skills.
Although they are all mundane skills.
But for low-level monks, it also has considerable practical value.
But after Wang Shaoyuan's accident.
The original owner became an outer spiritual cultivator and worked hard to cultivate the spiritual fields every day.
Plus daily Qigong practice.
So I have long since put aside these mundane martial arts.
Otherwise, if he practiced diligently, the physical strength left to Wang Chen would not be only 4 points.
If Wang Chen wants to improve his physical fitness, it would be a good choice to regain his martial arts skills.
It's a pity that ordinary martial arts are not displayed on the immortal cultivation panel.
Otherwise, it would be great to add some more.
Putting away his sword, Wang Chen inspected the three white jade bottles respectively.
He recognized that two of the jade bottles contained Qi-Reviving Pills and Healing Pills respectively.
There are about five or six pieces in each.
But the third medicine bottle contained medicine powder.
And it smells strange, not like anything good.
Wang Chen put it aside first, picked up the talisman and looked through it.
For monks, distinguishing commonly used talismans and elixirs is the most basic knowledge of cultivation.
This pile of seven talismans are all Wang Chen has memories of.
Two evil-proof talismans, two amulets, one armor-horse talisman, one dust-smoke talisman and one rebirth talisman!
The elixir for recuperating and healing, the sharp magic sword, the strange medicinal powder plus such a stack of talismans.
Wang Chen vaguely felt that he had discovered the truth.
He picked up the last crane-shaped pot again.
The palm-sized bronze pot has a simple and elegant shape, with a curved and slender neck and a sharp spout.
The crane tail of the pot handle is turned up, revealing a hole as big as a little finger.
Wang Chen wiped the handle of the pot with his sleeve, then took the crane's tail into his mouth and blew gently.
A faint wisp of smoke immediately spewed out from the crane's mouth in front.
It immediately disappeared.
Wang Chen smelled a sweet smell and suddenly felt dizzy.
He quickly held his breath and waved his sleeves back and forth in front of him.
What a powerful mist!
Wang Chen weighed the crane-shaped pot in his hand, and a flood of memories came to his mind.
When the original owner was twelve years old, his father Wang Shaoyuan seemed to have some premonition before the accident.
He spent a lot of time instilling a lot of spiritual knowledge into the original owner.
And experience in the arena.
It's just that the original owner was dull and ignorant, so he memorized a lot of them, but he didn't think they were useful to him.
And these dusty memories.
Now everything has become Wang Chen's experience.
He concluded that this crane-shaped pot should be the fairy pot that Wang Shaoyuan once said.
It is said that if a high-level Qi practitioner is not prepared, he will be fascinated by the smoke in the Immortal Pot!
This is a commonly used tool for evil cultivators.
Wang Chen thought of his experience last night and felt very lucky.
No wonder he was so powerless after being attacked that he was reduced to a piece of meat on the chopping board.
If Xiaobai hadn't rescued him in time, I'm afraid he would have died long ago and become an injustice!
Where is Xiaobai?
Wang Chen looked around and found no sign of the big white rat.
I don't know where he went.
After counting the loot in the storage bag, Wang Chen turned his attention back to the body on the ground.
He suddenly realized something was wrong.
The corpse's face was completely wrinkled and distorted to the point of being completely unrecognizable.
Moreover, the skin on the forehead is divided into two pieces.
A piece of it is raised high!
Wang Chen's heart moved. He leaned over and reached out to pinch the upper face and gently pulled it.
As a result, a skin film as thin as a cicada's wings was torn off.
Human skin mask?
Wang Chen was slightly startled.
What surprised him even more was that the true identity of the corpse was revealed.
Surprisingly, it was the traveling businessman who had done business with Wang Chen.
The truth is revealed!
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