I am not a demon because I have the equivalent scale

Wang Zijia used a dagger to carefully open the package. What made him frown was that there were not many things inside. A handwritten book, a bottle of unknown medicine powder, and a set of clothes.

The clothes were exactly the same as the work clothes he was wearing as a clerk in a shop. They were almost the same in both new and old. The only difference was that the one he was wearing was stained by his own blood, but the one in the other person's pocket was not.

After picking it with the dagger and finding no danger, he first looked at the handwritten booklet.

The dense handwritten small characters inside looked like something was recorded.

Key Person to Watch: Xiang Ji

Position: Shopkeeper of the Talisman Area on the first floor of Wanyuzhai

Relationship: Direct Leader.

Status: Unknown

Introduction: An intermediate boy cultivator, an outer disciple of Wanyu Sect, he was sent to Wanyu City due to his overage and served as the shopkeeper of the first floor of Wanyu Talisman Zhai. Responsible for the sale of low-level talismans on the first floor, please be cautious when approaching...

"Hmm?"

If I remember correctly, this is the information of the boss of the previous incarnation?

The iron rice bowl inherited by the previous incarnation was to work in the talisman area of ​​Wanyuzhai, and his immediate boss was this Xiang Ji, one of the few Taoist practitioners that the previous incarnation had direct contact with.

Looking at the information on the first page of the manuscript, he frowned and quickly flipped through it.

Sure enough, this booklet recorded all the information of the previous incarnation. From the relationship between the characters to the martial arts techniques, and even some living habits, it was so detailed that it was a bit excessive.

Looking down at the dead man who looked seven points like him, and then looking at the thin film mask in his hand, it was self-evident what the other party was going to do.

So the previous incarnation was poisoned to death, was it this guy who did it?

To replace him?

Why?

Could it be...

In his mind, the token in the small box in the secret room flashed by.

He suddenly had a rough guess about what happened to the original body's family.

While thinking, he carefully picked up the last small medicine bottle in the other party's package. Carefully opened the cork, a little bit of medicine powder fell, and a faint pungent smell filled the air.

Wang Zijia subconsciously covered his nose.

"Poison?"

"Are you afraid that the previous body is not dead?"

"If it is not dead, it will not bring poison, just finish it off, right?"

He thought for a long time but to no avail. Wait, why should I be afraid of poison?

With the equivalent exchange balance, poison is no different from medicine for improving cultivation for me, right?

And... it's okay...

In a flash of inspiration, Wang Zijia let go of his hand and deliberately took a big sip.

Smelling the faint pungent smell, his consciousness quickly sank into the sea of ​​​​consciousness, looking at the golden balance, a thought flashed through his mind.

As Wang Zijia thought, a new black iron light point weight emerged.

Weight: Degraded corpse powder

Value: None

Introduction: Highly toxic, has miraculous effects on corpses, best poured into the wound of the corpse. If swallowed by a living person, it will burn the stomach, and taking a certain dose will cause death. Of course, to be able to swallow it, you need a certain IQ failure, or mental retardation.

Looking at the weight, Wang Zijia's eyes lit up.

Sure enough, it can be identified in disguise!

At least poisons should be possible, and even most of the drugs that act on the body should be able to be identified in this way!

As he thought, the new light spot in his hand flashed quickly and disappeared in a moment.

After all, it is something used on corpses. Even if it is highly toxic, he only inhaled a little breath. This weak toxin does not need to be specially detoxified, and it will be quickly resolved by the body's immune system.

The light spot of the weight disappeared, and Wang Zijia came back to his senses slightly. Looking at the powder in his hand, he gently shook some powder on the wound of the corpse beside him.

"Squeak..."

As the powder was poured into the wound, it was as if it had encountered super concentrated sulfuric acid. The wound of the corpse kept bubbling, and bursts of green smoke rose, and the corrosion spread rapidly.

"Ugh!"

As the smoke rose, a foul smell filled the air and suddenly rushed into the nose, causing Wang Zijia, who was caught off guard, to vomit directly.

"Damn, what kind of medicine is this? Why is it so smelly!"

Wang Zijia's face turned green. He reopened the window and quickly came to the door of the study. He opened the door and fled out of the room.

Standing outside the house, he looked at the corpse that was constantly corroding in the room with lingering fear. The smell was a bit strange. Although it was extremely smelly, it spread and faded very quickly.

After leaving the room, he could only smell a faint smell.

"Gurgle..."

The stomach growled again. Looking at the corpse that was constantly melting in the room, feeling the growing hunger in his stomach, Wang Zijia did not stay outside the room. He wanted to go to the bedroom and check around.

Wang Zijia heaved a sigh of relief when he found that the other party had only broken the window and had not touched anything else. He found some cakes in the cupboard and walked towards the kitchen while wolfing them down.

After entering the kitchen, Wang Zijia paused. As a person with good cooking skills, he was like a person who had read many chef manuals but had never been in the kitchen.

Head: I know, hands: No, you don’t!

‘Uh... how should I cook rice? Let me think about it! ’

After being confused for a while, he started to cook rice according to his memory in a very unfamiliar way.

‘Damn, I shouldn’t have exchanged all the weights at once! ’

Wang Zijia complained while the cooking was going on. But there was no way, he couldn’t turn the martial arts worth more than 80 points into cooking skills, right?

And it can't be exchanged back directly, that is to say, if you want to exchange cooking skills, in addition to the martial arts worth more than 80 points, you have to add something, and exchange the two weights together for cooking skills.

Do you want to turn cooking skills into magic?

A monk who enters Taoism with cooking?

A kitchen cultivator?

Are you crazy!

I haven't figured it out completely yet. With the golden finger that comes in handy, Wang Zijia doesn't intend to mess around like this and exchange it randomly.

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After a while of fumbling, Wang Zijia finally made a meal.

Looking at the thing in front of him that he didn't know whether it was porridge or dry rice, Wang Zijia was speechless for a long time. As a big man who has practiced cooking skills to a value of five points, he fully experienced the horror of the golden finger after cooking such a thing for half a day!

"Well, it's a bit burnt, it's talented!" After drinking a mouthful of porridge, Wang Zijia smacked his lips and muttered.

He took out the dried meat in the room and ate it fiercely.

After all, he is a descendant of a cultivator, barely a second-generation cultivator, and his family conditions are pretty good, with a lot of good things in the kitchen.

Therefore, Wang Zijia filled his stomach in a while, and looked at the messy kitchen with a pained look.

‘It seems that the exchange of weights cannot be messed around, even the silver weights related to experience cannot be exchanged casually, otherwise you will lose your basic living ability if you are not careful. ’

‘You have to be more careful with the black iron weights for your body, otherwise it is not impossible to kill yourself! ’

While thinking, he threw the dishes aside. He didn’t want to do it tonight, so he asked the nanny to do it tomorrow!

He left the room and returned to the study. At this moment, the smell in the room had almost dissipated, with only a slight stench. It seems that it will dissipate completely without tomorrow morning.

When he came to the corpse, he found that the other party had disappeared, leaving only a slightly corroded black garment and a pool of turbid yellowish viscous liquid.

"Miscalculated, should move out, it was done in the yard!"

While speaking, Wang Zijia suppressed his nausea and started cleaning.

After a long time of busy work, he finally cleaned everything up.

"This corpse powder is a good thing. The inferior ones are like this, so how can the fine ones be completely free of traces? It seems that this thing should not be cheap. It may be a powder produced by monks."

Looking at the remaining half bottle of powder, which can be used twice if it is economical, Wang Zijia got up and carefully put it in the drawer of the study.

After checking for a while and finding nothing missing, he came to his bedroom.

Lying on the bed, he couldn't fall asleep. He tossed and turned for a while, and his mind was full of thoughts. Sometimes the information of the previous life, sometimes the information of the previous life, kept alternating, and there was confusion about what to do in the future, etc. It was difficult to fall asleep!

Finally, he couldn't sleep, so he simply came to the sea of ​​consciousness again and began to study the specific uses of the golden finger. He couldn't exchange it randomly like before, which eventually made it difficult for him to take care of himself.

As he studied, he found a lot of tricks.

The most surprising discovery was that the weights could be split, and they didn't have to be exchanged all at once.

Some weights could be split into a minimum value for exchange, while some weights could be split arbitrarily. A thumb-sized weight could be split into countless light point weights, especially the black iron weights of the body.

Especially those related to flesh and bones. The effect of this is that Wang Zijia can lose weight easily, no, it's not about losing weight anymore.

He can do it, shape his body and appearance at the level of P-picture, and it's not a problem to shape himself into a male god-level figure.

And it's a physical change, not a plastic surgery at all, he can grow like that!

Sure enough, every little fat man is a potential stock, and his stock is a god-level potential.

Of course, Wang Zijia didn't act rashly, he needed to do it slowly, little by little.

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Tossing and turning all night, Wang Zijia didn't know when he fell asleep.

"Dong Dong..."

A sound woke up Wang Zijia who was sleeping soundly. He quickly turned over and got up and opened the bedroom.

"Why did you wake up so early today, young master?" At the kitchen door, a middle-aged woman in her forties or fifties greeted Wang Zijia while cleaning up the mess Wang Zijia made last night.

Wang Dan, a nanny who has worked in their family for nearly ten years.

Of course, she is not a servant, but a nanny who gets paid and comes to work at a fixed time every day.

After all, their family is a cultivation family after all. Even in a cultivation city, this labor force can still be hired.

This also caused the original owner to have nothing to do. After his father passed away, the original owner also increased the wages of the other party and almost handed over all the trivial matters of life to the other party.

From buying vegetables and cooking to washing clothes and sweeping the floor.