Gou Becomes a Boss in the Fairy World

Wang Chen never thought about it.

One day I will end a fresh life with my own hands.

This is not a small animal such as chickens, ducks and fish.

He did it.

It is 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 lives in harmony and happiness, and none of his relatives and friends have encountered unexpected disasters.

Killing is a word that can only be seen in the news.

However, he looked at the corpse lying on the ground in front of him.

Wang Chen, who killed for the first time, was a little disgusted.

Without the slightest guilt or fear.

Even if the scene of last night was repeated thousands of times, he would stick out his golden finger without hesitation.

Before dawn, Wang Chen quickly closed the door.

The door to the small courtyard outside is closed.

The intruder apparently climbed over the wall and sneaked in.

What Wang Chen couldn't figure out was.

Neither he nor the original owner had ever had a life-and-death enmity with anyone.

Why would anyone want their own life?

After closing the door, Wang Chen took out a torch and lit the oil lamp on the table.

Under the orange light, he knelt down and turned the body over.

The face of the intruder has been completely distorted, looking extraordinarily weird and ugly.

The eyes almost popped out of their sockets, and the color of astonishment still remained in the dilated pupils.

Wang Chen tried hard to recall.

I can't remember where I saw this person even after searching my memory.

But he didn't dwell on it.

The most urgent task is to dispose of the corpse quickly, so that no one else can find it.

Wang Chen didn't consider reporting this matter to the sect at all.

In the original owner's memory, the punishment hall of the Yunyang School's outer sect is the Hall of the King of Hell.

If there is nothing to go in, a layer of skin will be peeled off.

It's too easy for others to handle a low-level minor repair in the outer sect like him.

Among other things, the loot will definitely not be kept!

Wang Chen's hand has already touched the storage bag hanging on the corpse's waist.

Touching a dead body for the first time in my life.

His heartbeat has accelerated a lot!

The storage bag is easily removed.

When Wang Chen tried to inject mana to open the storage bag.

He immediately got a big surprise!

First of all, the volume of this storage bag has reached a square of ten feet.

The storage bag is an essential magic weapon for monks.

Basically one per person.

But the same storage bag has a very different value.

Wang Chen's own storage bag is only three feet square, and it is second-hand.

It doesn't have much durability so far.

And the storage bag he just bought is not only much larger in volume, but also very new in condition.

Worth at least a hundred yuan to go down to the soul!

The storage bag alone exceeded all of Wang Chen's current savings.

It is true that no one is 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 spirit stone in it.

Not even Broken Spirit.

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 dharma sword is a sword used by monks for melee combat, and its size and shape are very different from the flying sword.

Of course, the value is also very different.

If the magic sword is compared to a car running on the ground, then the flying sword is a jet plane.

The original owner's father, Wang Shaoyuan, was a Taoist martial artist, and once taught Xiao Wangchen boxing and sword skills.

Although they are all mundane things.

But for low-level monks, it also has considerable practical value.

It's just after Wang Shaoyuan's accident.

The original owner became the husband of the outer sect, and worked hard every day to cultivate the spiritual field.

Plus daily exercises.

So I put down these mundane martial arts a long time ago.

Otherwise, if he practiced more diligently, Wang Chen's physique would not be only 4 points.

If Wang Chen wanted to improve his physical fitness, it would be a good choice to regain his martial arts.

It's a pity that ordinary martial arts are not displayed on the immortal cultivation panel.

Otherwise, it's cool to add a little bit.

Putting away the long sword, Wang Chen checked the three white jade bottles separately.

He recognized two of the jade bottles, which were filled with Huiqi Pill and Healing Pill respectively.

There are about five or six.

But the third medicine bottle contained medicine powder.

And it smells weird, not like something fun.

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 practice.

This stack of seven talismans is all Wang Chen remembers.

Two evil spirit talismans, two amulets, one armored horse talisman, one dust and smoke talisman and one death talisman!

The elixir for recovery and healing, the sharp magic sword, the strange medicinal powder and such a stack of talismans.

Wang Chen faintly 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 and sharp beak.

And the crane tail of the pot handle is turned up, revealing a hole as thick as a little finger.

Wang Chen wiped the handle of the pot with his sleeve, then took the crane's tail in his mouth and blew gently.

A wisp of faint smoke immediately spewed out from the front mouth of the crane.

Immediately dissipated.

Wang Chen smelled a sweet fragrance and suddenly felt dizzy.

He quickly held his breath and waved his sleeves back and forth in front of him.

What a smoky smoke!

Wang Chen weighed the crane-shaped pot in his hand, floods of memories flooded his mind.

When the original owner was twelve years old, his father Wang Shaoyuan seemed to have a premonition before the accident happened.

He spent a lot of time instilling a lot of practice knowledge to the original owner.

And rivers and lakes experience.

It's just that the original owner's qualifications are dull and ignorant, so he wrote down a lot, but he didn't think it was useful to him.

And these dusty memories.

Now it all became Wang Chen's experience.

He deduced that this crane-shaped pot should be the Mixian pot that Wang Shaoyuan once said.

It is said that if a high-level Qi training monk is not on guard, he will also be fascinated by the mist in the Mixian Pot!

This is a tool commonly used by evil cultivators.

Wang Chen thought of his experience last night and felt very lucky.

No wonder I was so weak after I got the trick that I became a fish on the chopping board.

If Xiaobai hadn't rescued him in time, I'm afraid he would have died in Huangquan long ago and turned into a ghost!

Where's Xiaobai?

Wang Chen looked left and right, but found no sign of the rat.

I don't know where I went.

After counting the loot in the storage bag, Wang Chen turned his attention back to the corpse on the ground.

He suddenly realized something was wrong.

The entire face of the corpse was wrinkled, and it was so distorted that it couldn't be seen at all.

Moreover, the skin on the forehead was divided into two pieces.

One piece is raised high!

Wang Chen's heart moved, and he leaned over and pinched the upper face with his hand and gently pulled it.

As a result, a skin as thin as a cicada's wing was torn off.

Human skin mask?

Wang Chen was slightly taken aback.

What surprised him even more was that the true face of the corpse was subsequently exposed.

It was the traveling merchant who had traded with Wang Chen.

The truth is revealed! ——

The second is sent, continue to ask for tickets.