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"In other words, I need to target people in Kyoto who are over 60 years old. Wait, no, he can't live to be 60 years old. The bigger possibility is that he has already reincarnated."

The secret method of longevity has a limitation, a very fatal limitation, that is, the reincarnation must be a baby under a hundred days old, otherwise there will be a certain danger when seizing the home.

Of course, there is also a possibility, that is, the opponent did not reincarnate, but has perfect martial arts, and there is no need for reincarnation at all.

These are only Shen Zhengchu's guesses, but he actually has a bolder guess in his mind.

That is, if the fleeing celestial being has been fleeing for a hundred years or more, wouldn't he be punished?

He has no memory in this regard. In his memory, he is the fleeing celestial being who stole the secret of longevity 40 years ago. In Wei Feng's memory, he is the one who was in the gate of heaven 20 years ago. A fleeing celestial being who stole the secret of longevity.

That is to say, among these layers of memory errors, Shen Zhengchu had no idea when the heavenly being who had fled from the beginning escaped, how many souls he had split during this period, and how many souls were like him. The person lurking in the world, finally became the merits of the fleeing celestial being.

And what worries Shen Zhengchu the most is whether his secret method of longevity is true or not, and if it is true, are there any flaws or deletions?

In his eyes, the perfect secret method of longevity made Shen Zhengchu a little terrified for a moment.

From the memory of escaping from the Heavenly Gate, to now more than 40 years of wind and frost, he can't accept that he will be a string puppet.

Wei Feng is his string puppet, and now he has blocked death for him and is being tormented by those twisted souls in his body, will he end up like this one day, blocking death for others.

He was unwilling, very unwilling.

"This is not only a danger, but also a knife for me to cut off the puppet thread." Shen Zhengchu's eyes were full of killing intent. With the distorted soul fused by countless heaven and man in his body, he also had the same fate as the original fleeing heaven. The strength of a human being in a battle can even turn the guest into the main, making him the original celestial being.

Then he looked around, and there was no one to deal with the corpses all over the floor.

Wu Lin and Su Wei ran away, but Wu Kuangtu and Mu Yun didn't pay attention at all. When Wu Mingkong came, he didn't even look straight at him.

This family can be said to be exactly the same.

But Shen Zhengchu couldn't ignore it, he didn't have good intentions, but was worried.

If there are heavenly beings who are divided souls like him, wouldn't it be letting the tiger go back to the mountain.

So what he's going to do is touch up and bury them all in the ground.

Originally, they wanted to be cremated, but it rained all night, coupled with thick fog, there was no fuel to use, so they had to use burial.

He casually picked up a big knife who didn't know who it was and started digging on the spot.

It can only be said that it is worthy of being a martial artist of the eighth grade martial arts, and the speed of digging is fast, and a big hole was dug within a few minutes.

He dragged a perfectly intact corpse and threw it into the pit, and then directly stabbed him silently. When the corpse fell into the pit, the body and head were already separated.

As for the corpse whose head had been decapitated by the distorted soul, Shen Zhengchu sat back a little bit. After all, the head was gone. He didn't believe that the other party could still live. If he could still live, he would admit it. His three views are out of range.

Most of the corpses that need to be repaired are actually Zhenwusi. The death methods of Xuanjia Army, Imperial Army, aristocratic families and sects are basically the hands of heaven and man, directly picking off their heads.

The death of Zhen Wusi was more unlucky, basically he was struck to death by lightning, that is, Wu Lin's hand, except for the few people who survived the hands of Tianren who were killed by Wu Kuangtu, basically And that's all.

Wiping off the pitch black stained by the scorched corpse on his hands, Shen Zhengchu threw it into the pit expressionlessly, and quietly made his already fragile neck do a 360-degree turn, waiting for the scorched corpse to fall. After entering the pit, there was a crisp cracking sound from the neck, and then the head was only connected by a thin layer of scorched skin, and the inside was completely folded into minced meat by Shen Zhengchu, which flowed out from the gap .

After disposing of these corpses, the sky had already darkened, Shen Zhengchu couldn't help heaving a sigh of relief, the matter was finally done.

I just don't know why, it's been a whole day, and no one has come to check the situation. He originally thought that someone would come to check after the noise here, but it turned out that no one came after it was dark.

This is a bit strange, but he just doesn't take it to heart, it doesn't really matter if anyone comes or not.

When someone comes, ask him to help collect the body together, and then send him on the road by the way.

If no one came, he would have done it all by himself, and even handled it more safely. Not a single fish slipped through the net, but all the ones with whole bodies were repaired by him, and the heads were screwed off. Make up the knife to ensure that you can't survive.

"Find a place to rest first, and it won't be too late to enter the capital after recovering your spirit."

This wave of mending swords into the soil is really tiring. He can't handle the eighth-grade martial arts. Not only does he have to do this, but he also pays attention to the surrounding situation at all times, lest someone pretend to be dead in these corpses and find out His last hit got up and fled.

But fortunately, there is no one pretending to be dead here, and even if there was, it is probably gone.

Fortunately, although this work is a bit tiring, at least it is very rewarding. You must know that there are 42 martial artists of the ninth rank, even if they don't carry cheat books with them, they still have a lot of good things on them, such as soldiers. Blades, armor, etc., and even their own belongings.

He picked and picked a lot, and he sorted out a set of meeting gifts.

This is to give off to Prince Mu Sheng. He has met once or twice, but they have never communicated with each other. Even seeing him from a distance is not considered a meeting.

This thing needs to avoid suspicion. During the heyday of the Zhenwu Division, is it a bit bad for you, a commander of the Zhenwu Division, to seek friendship with the prince? Now it is different. Basically, the upper echelons of the Zhenwu Division are almost dead, and they are considered to be in decline. It may be disbanded or reorganized, but now at most it will be poked in the back, and there will be no such risk as before.

Most of them would only think that Shen Zhengchu was just trying to keep the official skin on his body, they wouldn't think too much, and they wouldn't even pay attention to him.

Adding insult to injury has to be beneficial. As long as the news of the current Zhenwu Division spreads, those who want to add insult to injury will basically not do anything except for revenge. , If you really want to invest, it will not make things worse, but icing on the cake.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 583 Martial Arts Contest (42)

"Are you sure it's here?"

"That's right, it's here. I watched people go in with my own eyes."

"Okay, get ready and tell the brothers to fight. If we win the fight, we will all be rich and honored."

In a small manor, a few Jianghu people in night clothes stared greedily at the manor.

"Wealth? It's not just wealth, it's number one in the world. 42 nine-rank martial arts masters all died in the hands of their brothers. If we snatch their two brothers' skills, then we can kill them as well." Like a dog." The strong man in the lead couldn't help but said excitedly.

"Boss, if you say that, can we really get the exercises?" A skinny young man behind him couldn't help questioning. The 42 nine-rank martial arts masters were all dead. Twenty or so of them were the strongest. Is it just that the warriors of the second-rank Zhoutian can really grab the skills?

It's no different from dying.

The burly man at the head looked at the skinny boy with dissatisfaction: "As for your crow's mouth, we are so well prepared, how could we not grab it."

The skinny boy couldn't help but be taken aback. This thing has nothing to do with whether you are fully prepared. Someone can crush you to death with a single finger. No matter how well prepared you are, it doesn't matter.

"Boss, are you sure?" The young man couldn't help but suspect that the strong man had lost his mind and went crazy. He was able to do all these things, and at night he secretly said that he would make them rich. Is this making a fortune?This is to reincarnate together.

"Let me say San'er, where did you find this person? Why didn't you see him at all, and he just talked nonsense." The strong man in the lead was even more dissatisfied.

"In that case, Boss, then I won't go in. I'll stay outside to watch out for you. I don't want this exercise anymore. I just hope that when the big brother becomes powerful, I can reward my brother with 80 taels of silver." The skinny boy Deciding not to die with this group of idiots is no longer a matter of common sense, but a matter of brains.

The headed strong man's complexion became even worse, but he eased up a lot when he heard the following words: "Alright, you stay here to watch the wind, and you should shout when the arresting yamen servants come."

"Brother, don't worry, I'll take care of everything." Looking at the excited twenty-odd people, the skinny young man couldn't help feeling that this group of people was really stupid. He would definitely wait for this group of people to enter, and he turned around and ran away immediately.

He doesn't know how strong a ninth-rank martial artist is, and this group of people probably don't know how strong they are. The strongest is only a second-rank Zhoutian. What is the concept of this second-rank Zhoutian? Some of them may not have finished the first-grade body training, or even just stepped into martial arts.

He didn't know how big the gap between the second-rank Zhou Tian and the ninth-rank Tongshen was for the skinny boy, but he knew one thing, that this kind of behavior was courting death.

He was even keenly aware of who was behind this. The news came from Xuanyue Villa, but this Xuanyue Villa was thousands of miles away from his Shuihuang Township, and even the so-called The Xuanyue Villa doesn't even know where it is.

The day after the two brothers bought this small manor, the news spread throughout Shuihuang Township. He would not believe that there was no one behind the scenes to add fuel to the flames.

What's more, the Sirius gang who dominates Shuihuang Township, that is, these three people, don't know who was provoked so much, they think they can do this, and they keep it secret until now. Say.

That's right, there are only three members of the so-called Sirius Gang, and the rest are just like him, unemployed vagrants who were temporarily pulled in, commonly known as gangsters. The reason why they can dominate Shuihuang Township is because the leader of the Sirius Gang is The second-rank Zhou Tian warriors, and the remaining two are first-rank body refinement warriors.

If he had known that these so-called people were a bunch of idiots, he wouldn't have agreed to join in the fun at night for a white-faced bun in the morning, it was a waste of time.

"Good boy, yes, as long as the matter is done, I will reward you with a hundred and eighty taels." The headed strong man naturally narrowed his eyes with a smile, and said so, but in fact, who knows.

"Then thank you, big brother, and please act quickly." The skinny young man couldn't wait any longer. After they acted, he naturally had to run away quickly. He always felt a chill behind him, as if something was staring at him. Just like him.

"Okay, brothers, rush with me, grab money and food, rush." ​​The head of the strong man seemed to be afraid that the people inside would not hear him, holding a torch, holding a knife and yelling loudly, then rushed towards the gate of the small manor go.

The remaining [-] or so people also followed closely behind and rushed out, yelling loudly all the way. With this posture, they have three points of Liangshan heroes, and what they lack is that they don't have the normal brains of those Liangshan heroes.

Taking advantage of this, the skinny boy quickly rolled on the ground on a donkey, disappeared in the dark night, and then crawled in the opposite direction through the weeds and the night.

This is killing people, a bunch of mindless bastards, he thought they would at least be normal, and passed quietly, but he didn't expect it to turn out like this. The grass mud horses kept rushing.

"You run away too."

A voice came out of nowhere, and the skinny young man glanced at him, and he was also a young man not much different from his age.

"That's right, you were also tricked by those idiots with a white flour bun?" The skinny young man sized him up and asked in a low voice.

"White flour buns? How is it possible? You just gave me a steamed corn bun, and you dare to trick me." Wu Mingkong couldn't help complaining. He didn't expect that what they gave was white flour steamed buns, but when it came to him, it turned into a steamed bun. It's not that the middlemen are making the difference, it's that the unscrupulous factories have run out of money.

"Then you are really unlucky. Climb quickly. The person inside is a big man who was casually killed by a ninth-rank psychic. I don't know where the wolf gang got the news. They are actually blind." The skinny young man sympathized with Wu Mingkong very much.

"No way, you cheated me with white flour buns, I can't swallow my breath." Wu Mingkong felt that this was too cheating.

A skinny young man with black hair, is it more important than your life to co-operate with your white-faced bun?

But even though he heard Wu Mingkong say that, after seeing Wu Mingkong and him leave together through the weeds and the night without doing anything else, he understood that he was just talking.

"What's your surname? It's fate to be cheated together." Wu Mingkong tried to figure out his name.

"Zhao Youfu, what about you?"

"Good name, Wu Mingkong."

After the two exchanged names, there was no topic for a while, and they were buried in crawling.

Because there was already movement from behind, basically the sound of a corpse falling to the ground.

"Brother, what are you doing lying on the ground? Also, where have you been all day?"

In front of Zhao Youfu, a figure stopped where he was going, and then asked aloud.

Wu Mingkong next to him got up and flicked the dirt on his body: "Oh, I was going out for a walk this morning, and I was stopped by someone on the street, who asked me to do something, gave me a cornbread and said that he would come to help the momentum at night, I was thinking It's not that I have nothing to do, and I still have a bun, so I agreed by the way."

Wu Lin had a black line: "So you helped them attack our own manor?"

Zhao Youfu couldn't help being shocked by what he said, the three brothers of the Sirius gang are really stupid, who did they recruit.

"I didn't know at first, but I'll know when he's ready to do something." Wu Mingkong felt that he couldn't be blamed for this matter.

"Brother, do you think I can believe this? No one with a normal mind would come here. If it wasn't for you to panic and mess up things in your spare time, how could such a thing happen?" Wu Lin didn't believe it, but anyone with a little IQ , we all know that these two people are not easy to mess with, how could they still be eager to die.

"Am I like that kind of person? I didn't do this because I wanted to find out which idle bastard was behind me to fuel the flames. We just talked about it, and then the news came here. To say this It's a coincidence, do you believe it or not?" Wu Mingkong had a good reason, he wasn't just doing something, he was doing something.

At this point, Wu Lin finally understood why Wu Mingkong acted in such a dishonest and out-of-the-ordinary manner, probably because no one could beat him to death.

"Okay, let's go home and have dinner." Wu Lin was a little embarrassed, but also very helpless.

"Come on, Youfu, let's go and have dinner with me." Wu Mingkong felt that Zhao Youfu was a talent.

Why do you say that, that group of people were like an idiot who was so overwhelmed by Wu Mingkong's suggestion that they didn't notice something was wrong at all, but this Zhao Youfu woke up, what does this mean?This shows that Zhao Youfu is a talent.

"Me?" Zhao Youfu couldn't believe it. He didn't expect that he didn't have to die. This is simply a fantasy.

"Okay, I'll come right away." Zhao Youfu stood up and followed Wu Mingkong. He felt that he seemed to be developed, at least he hugged his thigh.

"Brother, what did you discover today?" Wu Lin couldn't help asking on the way back.

"Yes, I found that the tofu nao at Widow Wang's house in the village tastes good, and the buns next door are also delicious, and there is a small casino in Nan'er. I went in and tried it, and I was lucky. I almost failed The other party won and went bankrupt, but afterwards he was a little unreasonable and called me cheating, and he couldn't afford to open any casino." Wu Mingkong said in a rambling manner.

Zhao Youfu couldn't help but lie for a while, no wonder the casino of Wang Laosan's family was smashed at noon today, and this is the co-author.

"Brother, have you cheated?" Wu Lin thought for a while, but he didn't question Wu Mingkong because he didn't do business. Instead, he asked these little things with great interest.

"It's out, otherwise how can I win? As the saying goes, ten gambles and nine cheats, how can I bankrupt the casino if I don't pay a thousand dollars." Wu Mingkong admitted it confidently, without feeling ashamed at all, on the contrary, he has the feeling that you can stand up to me look.

"Oh, how much did you win, big brother?"

"Not much, after eating a bowl of tofu nao, three steamed buns, two bowls of Yangchun noodles and hundreds of raw souls, there is nothing left." Wu Mingkong counted the things he ate today, and calculated the money he won It's gone.

Zhao Youfu can understand tofu nao, buns and Yangchun noodles, but what are the hundreds of living souls behind them? Are they new snacks?

But there is no such thing as a snack called a living soul, but he didn't dare to ask, for fear of asking something, and then let him accompany the twenty or so people just now.

"Then do you still eat?" Wu Lin asked again.

"Eat, otherwise this food would be a pity."

"It's a pity, when the leftovers are left for you to eat tomorrow, they won't be wasted."

Good guy, Wu Mingkong was just lying at the time, you are provoking his authority.

Within a few steps, the three of them returned to the small manor. When passing by, Zhao Youfu took a closer look. The corpses of the twenty or so people had been disposed of at some point, and it was impossible to tell that someone died here just now. look.

Entering the small manor, it was quiet inside without a single sound, there were only a few lanterns hanging there, which looked quite intrusive. Thinking back to the corpses of the twenty or so people who disappeared before, Zhao Youfu couldn't help but make his hair stand on end .

There was not even a servant or maid here, so why did the corpses of the twenty or so people not be found just now? After comparing them before and after, Zhao Youfu felt that he might have drunk a little too much water and couldn't hold his bladder.

Looking at the layout of the small manor, all kinds of terrifying thoughts came to my mind, especially when Wu Mingkong said to invite him to dinner just now. After expanding the cause and effect, and diverging his thinking, Zhao Youfu has now figured out that he is the one on the table. The idea of ​​this dish came.

He felt that he must have bumped into a ghost, and now he is in a haunted house.

The more I think about it, the more my heart trembles, and combined with the hundreds of living souls Wu Mingkong said, it's almost alive.

Then following this line of thought, the whole small manor became gloomy.

Just thinking about it like this made my legs tremble a little in fright.