I was clearly practicing martial arts, how did it become a magical power?

The sun sets.

The sky gradually turns dark purple.

The number of people on the street gradually decreases and becomes deserted.

It is still the transition period between winter and spring, and the weather has not yet warmed up.

As night falls, the temperature drops quickly.

Many shops close one after another and pack up to go home.

Wu Da is an ordinary citizen. He opened a small stall on the street and made a living by selling sesame cakes.

The business was pretty good that day, and Wu Da's sesame cakes were sold out early.

"Hehe. In two months, I can save enough money and find a wife."

While packing up the cart, Wu Da thought about the good life in the future.

He and Wang Po from the next street have made an agreement.

As long as he saves ten taels of silver, he will introduce himself to Pan Xiaomei from next door.

That girl is really beautiful.

Wu Da works so hard every day just to save enough money to marry Pan Xiaomei.

For this reason, he also specially prepared a gift.

He quickly pushed the cart and packed it up, and then prepared to put away the stools on the side.

These stools were prepared for some old customers.

They usually eat a sesame cake and get together to brag and chat.

But when Wu Da turned around, he suddenly saw a man sitting on the stool, staring at him.

The man had an ordinary appearance, wearing a blue long gown, about forty years old, with very obvious wrinkles at the corners of his eyes.

"When did this man sit behind me?"

Wu Da was shocked.

He felt that the guy's eyes were weird.

Dumb and stiff.

"My guest, the sesame cakes are sold out today, why don't you come back tomorrow."

Wu Da laughed.

The man seemed not to hear Wu Da's voice, and still stared at him.

This made Wu Da a little scared.

"My guest, the sesame cakes are really sold out." Wu Da explained helplessly.

"I can't go home"

"I can't go home"

The man finally spoke.

His voice was dry and hoarse, as if he hadn't drunk water for a long time.

"Your home?"

"How do I know where your home is?"

"Get out of here, I have to go home."

Wu Da felt that he had probably met a fool, and waved him away.

You can't be too polite to these fools.

"I can't go home."

The middle-aged man looked dull and shook his head gently.

"Then don't sit on my stool."

"Otherwise I'll be angry!"

Wu Da raised his voice.

But the middle-aged man ignored him, just repeated: "I can't go home"

Wu Da saw him like this and called a few more times.

But the other party seemed to be possessed, repeating those words.

The dull eyes were still staring at Wu Da.

"There are too many fools these days."

"Okay, okay, I don't want this stool for you anymore."

"You can sit slowly."

Wu Da was too lazy to bother, so he put away the other stools and put them on the cart. He ignored the middle-aged man and pushed the cart away.

But after pushing it for five or six meters, when Wu Da looked back.

It was dark, and the stool was placed alone under the tree.

But the middle-aged man was gone.

"Strange."

"How can this man walk without making any sound?"

Wu Da muttered, and trotted back to put away his stool.

It turned out that the stool had a faint black mark.

"This guy is so dirty."

Wu Da shook his head helplessly, and he didn't take it to heart, and pushed the cart home.

Just a little time was wasted, and the sky was completely dark, and no one could be seen.

Wu Da's figure was pushing the cart alone.

Turn into an alley and return to his house.

He put the cart away. He was hungry after a hard day's work, so he hurried to the kitchen to cook some noodles.

Just as he came out with the hot noodles and entered the house.

His expression suddenly became terrified, and his hands shook.

The bowl in his hand fell directly to the ground.

Clang~~

The noodle soup spilled all over the floor.

In the room, the strange middle-aged man who had just appeared when the stall was closed sat on his bed, staring at him.

"How did you get in?"

Wu Da said in horror.

He remembered that he had locked the door when he came in.

But how did this middle-aged man get in?

Climb over the wall? !

Could this guy be one of those robbers?

"I can't go home."

The middle-aged man looked at Wu Da, still saying the same thing.

"This is my home, not yours."

"Get out of here."

Wu Da came to his senses, walked into the room, and yelled at the middle-aged man.

Bang~

Suddenly,

the door behind him slammed shut.

Wu Da was so frightened that his heart skipped a beat again.

There was no strong wind, so how could the door close naturally? !

For a moment.

Wu Da was in a state of confusion.

The middle-aged man was still sitting on the bed, staring at him.

A chill surged in his heart.

The other man's eyes, in addition to being dull, also had some malice.

Wu Da wanted to push the door open and leave.

But he found that the wooden door would not open no matter how hard he pushed.

"What happened?"

Wu Da looked at the middle-aged man, his mind blank and his legs weak with fear.

In Shanhe City

That day.

After Qin Yang finished practicing the Turtle Snake Qi, he habitually opened the panel.

Host: Qin Yang

Turtle and Snake Technique: Sixth Level (1220/2000)

Hunyuan Yiqi Mask: Eighth Level (796/1800)

Thunder Palm: Xiao Cheng (870/1000)

Breaking Saber Technique: Perfection (Breaking Edge)

In the past half month, he has been cultivating the Turtle Snake Qi and Hunyuan Qi Mask.

As the turtle and snake qi is cultivated to the sixth level, the skin, muscles, bones, and flesh are gradually becoming stronger and stronger under the tempering of the turtle and snake qi.

His aura became deeper and more obscure.

If he wanted to, he could even hide his aura completely.

It's as if a turtle and a snake are dormant in the deep sea, without any energy leaking out.

The Hunyuan Qi Mask is getting closer and closer to perfection. The Qi Mask seeds have already covered the heart. Once activated, they will spread quickly to form an invulnerable Qi Mask.

The training of Thunder Palm was a little slower, after all, Qin Yang didn't put much energy into it.

"It's really difficult to cross from Qi gathering to the inner breath period."

"I estimate that it will take another four to five months to complete the cultivation of turtle and snake energy."

"In the meantime, we have to go out to perform tasks, and the time is expected to be delayed by one or two months."

Qin Yang estimated in his mind.

"Master Qin, Manager Han is looking for you."

A guard reported outside the courtyard.

"good."

Qin Yang responded.

"Finally the mission is here."

"Just make some contribution value."

Qin Yang walked out of the courtyard and went all the way to the Zhuxie Hall.

Han Qianyue was as busy as ever.

Seeing Qin Yang come in, he pointed to the case file on the table.

Yes, I didn’t even say anything.

Qin Yang complained in his heart, shrugged helplessly, and picked up the case file to check.

Violent death case on Wen'an Street.

About ten days ago.

There was a man named Wu Da near Wen'an Street who was found tragically dead in his house.

The death was horrific, and the property in the house was stolen.

Originally, the Yamen thought it was a case of burglary and murder.

But in the next few days, the same situation occurred in several nearby streets.

People kept dying.