In this troubled world, I can optimize everything

The man's fists were full of blood, but his steps were very steady.

Other than some shortness of breath, there didn't seem to be anything serious.

"Who is that?" A kiln lady poked her maid.

"I don't know, what he is holding could be..."

"It's impossible. The elders of the White Tiger Hall have been here so many times and so many people have died. How could that weird thing be eliminated by just one person?"

Sister Yao shook her head, somewhat unable to believe that the thing in that person's hand was weird.

Everyone's eyes were focused on Chen Heng.

But Chen Heng's mind was not here. His mind was now filled with the prompts that the system had just sent.

[Kill yellow-level monsters and get five optimization opportunities]

Only then did Chen Heng realize that the number of optimizations was not just refreshed once a day.

Killing monsters can also increase the number of optimizations!

When he reached the entrance of Goulan Street, Chen Heng stopped and turned around to look at the curious women.

"My name is Chen Heng!"

"The new outside deacon of Baihu Hall."

"Today, the weirdness has been eliminated and Goulan Street is back in business!"

After saying that, Chen Heng turned around and left with the weird corpse.

There was no use for him to keep it, unless he wanted to use it to make a wig.

It would be better to get the White Tiger Hall to increase your prestige.

By the way, it is a deterrent to those who have evil thoughts about themselves or their family members.

After Chen Heng's back disappeared, the gang of kiln ladies, old bustards, and turtle men were all excited.

"real or fake!?"

"The weird one was beaten to death?"

"That Deacon Chen is really handsome, he doesn't look like a martial artist."

"If he comes to play in Goulan Street, I will definitely offer myself a pillow."

"You little prodigal, you get excited when you see a man, right?"

"It's like you don't want a man. You've already been itchy, right?"

I won’t go into too much detail here about the tiger and wolf words of these kiln sisters. A few more words will attract the 404 master.

(I don’t want to just write it down and send it off.)

Throw the weird corpse at the gate of Baihu Hall and tell the concierge your name.

Chen Heng casually called a carriage and returned home.

He is really tired now.

The whole body is depleted of energy and blood, the internal energy is exhausted, and the whole person is no better than a human being.

Even the jet-black flames inside his body turned into small flames and huddled in the corner.

Chen Heng beat the monster for more than four hours before killing it.

Now my hands are shaking like vibrators.

"No, I have to have a good sleep..."

Chen Heng felt sleepy for the first time in a long time, and his eyelids began to fight uncontrollably.

As for the new number of optimizations, let’s wait until we wake up.

When he got home, Chen Heng lay down on his big bed without saying a word.

Before his head hit the pillow, he started snoring.

Chen Heng, who was sleeping soundly, still didn't know how much commotion the strange corpse he dumped in front of the White Tiger Hall had caused.

Baihu Hall, in front of the gate.

More than a dozen gang members gathered around the strange corpse, poking it with their weapons from time to time.

"Isn't this the weird one on Goulan Street?"

A member of the gang swallowed.

There was only that thing in and around Qiyang City that matched the characteristics of the corpse in front of me.

"Which fierce person in our hall can destroy the weirdness?"

"The hall master can't do it, right?"

"Yes, yes, our cousin has lost more than ten brothers to this thing."

"Who else can be its opponent?"

"It can't be the new deacon Chen, right?" A member of the gang suddenly thought of Chen Heng.

Everyone was silent for a moment.

Not because of anything else, just because what that person said made so much sense.

Basically, they all know the strength of the deacons inside and outside the hall and several deputy envoys.

Including the hall master, it is impossible for anyone to kill this weird thing.

It's hard to find its true form even if you look for it, let alone hurt it.

Now there is only one possibility left, and that is that the new Butler Chen killed this weirdo!

"Quick, quick, get out of the way, the hall master is coming!"

A shout came from not far away, and the gang members immediately made way for Qi Longhu to pass through.

Qi Longhu said nothing, squatting down and inspecting the corpse in front of him with a serious look.

"Yes, this is the weird one at the Goulan Street."

After careful inspection, Qi Longhu determined the true identity of the corpse in front of him.

"Did anyone see who dumped this body here?"

Qi Longhu stood up and looked at the surrounding gang members.

The gang didn't say a word. You looked at me and I shook your head.

"Concierge Lao Li should know, right?"

One of the gang members turned to look at concierge Lao Li, who was dozing off.

"Old Li Tou! The hall master asked you for something!"

A relatively clever gang member immediately ran to the concierge and woke up the dazed Lao Li.

"Master, what do you want from me, old man?"

Lao Li wandered up to Qi Longhu and clasped his fists in salute, and asked with confusion on his face.

"Did you see who threw this thing at the entrance of the hall?"

Qi Longhu frowned slightly. Could it be that those wealthy people came to Qiyang City.

Normally, apart from monks, the only people who can deal with weird things are those with the power of blood.

It is basically impossible for the rest of the people to do it.

"Ah, the new Deacon Chen threw this thing at the door early this morning."

"After throwing it away, he called a carriage and went home to rest. I think he was probably exhausted."

After Old Li Tou said this, everyone fell silent.

Everyone just said that Chen Heng was responsible for this weird thing, but no one took it seriously. It was just a joke.

I didn't expect it to be true...

"Get your horses ready immediately. I'll go see how Deacon Chen is doing."

Unlike other excited gang members, Qi Longhu's face was as dark as water.

Chen Heng was a martial artist, so he had to pay a huge price to defeat this monster.

He had asked Chen Heng to deal with the weirdness as a joke before.

Who would have thought that this kid would actually take it seriously!

"I hurt him..." Qi Longhu gritted his teeth, his heart filled with self-blame.

But when he arrived at Chen Heng's home, he found nothing unusual.

"Where is Chen Heng?" Qi Longhu grabbed a servant and asked.

"Who are you?"

"Do you know that this is the Chen family compound? Our young master is the deacon of Baihu Hall. If you don't want to die, get out!"

The servant pushed Qi Longhu with an impatient expression.

"I am Qi Longhu, the master of White Tiger Hall."

Qi Longhu didn't care about the servant. He just wanted to know Chen Heng's condition.

"Pastor...pastor?" The servant's legs weakened and he fell to the ground. He couldn't even speak clearly.

"Dare I ask if it's Hall Master Qi in person?" Chen Fugui, who was about to go out, saw Qi Longhu at the door, and walked over instead of three steps into two steps.

"It's me, who are you?" Qi Longhu looked at Chen Fugui. This fat man looked quite similar to Chen Heng.

Well, that’s Chen Heng after he gained weight.

"The dog's name is Chen Heng, he should be the one that Master Qi is looking for." Chen Fugui clasped his fists and quickly ordered the maid to make tea.

"There's no need to drink tea. Hurry up and tell me how Chen Heng is doing now?"

Qi Longhu declined Chen Fugui's invitation and asked anxiously.

"Quinzi is sleeping now, do you need me to wake him?"

"He's not injured?" Qi Longhu was stunned and continued to ask.