Kill me a few more times and I'll be invincible

Fangyuan blinked and tentatively stretched out a finger:

"10%? If you try to borrow some more, you can get 20%. After all, the house is old and not very valuable. But it is my ancestral home after all, so it is of great significance."

"10%? This is a house in the imperial capital. Although it is an old house, you have made a lot of money in the past few years." Qiao Mu smiled half-heartedly.

"Since it's 10%, then... maybe we can give it a try."

With a mysterious smile on his lips, Qiao Mu walked out of the door without saying much to Fangyuan.

"Mr. Lu Renjia, this is the house you rent."

A middle-aged man with a square face led Qiao Mu to the door of the Fang family's old house, inserted the key and briefly introduced Qiao Mu.

"Well, very good, I'm very satisfied." Qiao Mu smiled and watched him leave.

"I entered the Fang family's old house easily, and now it's my turn." Qiao Mu said in his heart.

After thirty years of hard training, Qiao Mu's flesh and blood have undergone numerous changes and have reached the level of minor success.

Starting from Xiaocheng, the variety of flesh and blood is no longer limited to small tricks such as makeup and disguise, but initially involves the degree of using "gods" to control the changes of flesh and blood.

It was from here that Qiao Mu realized the strangeness of the "Flesh and Blood" that Wu Qi was giving him.

According to his previous understanding, the essence of "Flesh and Flesh Changes" can only be practiced by third-level god-refining warriors, because only after embarking on the path of god-refining, warriors can actively change the body's flesh and blood through strong spiritual will. Variety.

But Wu Qizheng's "Flesh and Blood" is different.

If Qiao Mu got it from "Flesh and Blood" by Guo Yan, a member of Wujihui, it is version 1.0.

So the "Flesh and Blood" in Wu Qizheng's hands is at least version 4.0, and it may be called "Flesh and Blood".

Clearly more sophisticated, with more tricks and deeper understanding.

The 4.0 version of "Flesh and Flesh Changes" allows a martial artist like Qiao Mu, who has practiced the Holy Spirit Rhinoceros Technique for many years and whose intuition is sometimes good or bad, to be able to barely control the changes in flesh and blood to a small extent.

In other words.

Today's trees can change their appearance without makeup.

Therefore, the situation like before when he was imprisoned in heaven and all disguises of disguise were washed away and he could only show his true face was gone forever.

And the current "Lu Renjia" is a character who is very different from the Qiao family.

This new vest is naturally useful.

"Start causing trouble!"

Qiao Mu first searched the Fang family's old house, but did not find any secret room.

Because he was acting under a different disguise, he did not inform Fang Yuan, but acted privately.

Qiao Mu then gave up searching and sat quietly with his eyes closed.

Soon, the sky became gloomy, night fell, and the surrounding area became quiet.

Next, Qiao Mu started to do something.

He pointed and drew on it with a pen and paper, falling into deep thought from time to time.

He is deducing the exercises, which is the sixth level of "Sumishan King Sutra".

According to the rules, the training time of the sixth level is doubled, which means that it takes sixty years of hard training to complete. It will also bring about a huge increase in Qi and blood, which is expected to allow Qiao Mu to go further.

There is no way ahead. Hai Wuya's exploration of "Sumishan King Sutra" has stopped at the fifth level, and now it is Qiao Mu's turn.

Hai Wuya is the pioneer of humanity, and Qiao Mu does not care about all people as much as he does. So to be a successor of humanity, considering Qiao Mu's current martial arts attainments, it is more than enough to think about it------

puff.

Qiao Mu spurted out a mouthful of blood, and blood surged through his body. The fine blood vessels in his neck burst open, and blood flowed all over his neck.

"Small scene, small scene."

"The deduction of martial arts is simply not something that ordinary martial artists can do."

"If you want to deduce ordinary exercises, there is always the risk of going astray and going astray, let alone the "Sumishan King Sutra" that has opened up a new path?"

Even if it is Hai Wuya, the founder of the practice, he must be cautious and cautious when deducing the "Sumishan King Sutra" and think twice before acting.

Because he only has one life. If his training goes wrong and he dies in prison, it will be the end of him.

But Qiao Mu is different.

He is reckless, promiscuous, and playful!

The techniques he deduced were much more radical than Hai Wuya's, and he directly used his own body as an experiment without considering the possible danger to his life.

puff....

A ball of plasma shot out of Qiao Mu's eyes and shot directly onto the wall five or six meters away. His vision went dark and he was temporarily blinded in his left eye.

"It's a bit too fierce. Am I too aggressive?"

Qiao Mu reflected for a moment and then continued.

Soon, the strong energy throughout his body surged up and down, his energy and blood surged, and his face turned the color of pig liver...

His left hand went numb, and fine drops of blood were seeping out from the pores of his skin. Just when Qiao Mu felt that the sequelae were not serious this time, there was a loud explosion of air, the skin on his back was torn open, and blood spurted out.

"The main reason for this wave is that I am too strong and the internal energy in my body is too strong, which is not a good thing."

Qiao Mu sighed.

He closed his eyes and performed the exercises, and during the long night, he continued to perform the exercises obsessively, alone.

A few hours later, in the middle of the night, Qiao Mu was already exhausted.

"It should be almost done..."

He stood up and looked towards the hall where he was.

Blood was splattered everywhere and torn flesh was everywhere. It looked like a murder scene... and it was the weirdest one.

A strong body that had already exceeded the limit of the fourth level was riddled with holes due to his hard work. His energy and blood were depleted, and the meridians all over his body looked like they had been severely lacerated after the demon had disintegrated.

Qiao Mu walked to the door of the old house and glanced at the moonlight outside.

At this time, the wind was howling, the moonlight was obscured by clouds, and the surroundings were dead silent.

The so-called dark moon murderous night has just the right artistic conception.

"It's done."

Qiao Mu took a piece of white cloth and hung it at the front door of the old house. Then he moved a bench and put his neck over it...

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The second day.

The square-faced middle-aged man who led Qiao Mu to the Fang family's old house had just arrived at Wanjia's shop when he realized that something was not right in the atmosphere. Everyone was staring at his face.

"Brother Chen, you're here. Did you take Lu Renjia to the old house in the east of the city yesterday?"

"Yeah, what's wrong?" The square-faced middle-aged man was surprised.

"Then Lu Renjia hanged himself."

"What? He just rented the house yesterday and committed suicide today? Is he deliberately trying to bring trouble to us? No way."

"No, no, no, hang yourself. He doesn't look like he committed suicide..."

"You've already hanged yourself, how could you not commit suicide?"

"Alas... It's hard to explain in words. Go and see for yourself. If nothing else happens, the government's police will be here soon."

Everyone in this square-faced middle-aged man was numb, and he quickly walked towards the old Fang family house in his memory.

As soon as he arrived, he saw the figure hanging at the front door...

He gasped on the spot.

He finally understood why it was said that although this man hanged himself, he did not commit suicide, because the injuries on his body were... simply horrific.

Self harm? Those injuries didn't look like they were cut with a sword... they were weird, very weird.

It was as if something came out of the inside of the body and shot out a ball of flesh and blood.

Entering the hall, his expression changed even more, and his steps were a little sloppy.

There is blood everywhere, and there is even bits of meat in the blood?

On the wall of the hall, someone dipped their finger in blood and wrote a scrawled word "ghost"!

"These are the words he left before he died? Is there a ghost in this house?" The square-faced middle-aged man's hair stood on end subconsciously.

In such a feudal ancient period as the Great Yan Dynasty, there were still immortal cultivators, so the affairs of gods and ghosts were naturally well known and quite feared.

Then his face changed wildly:

"It must be wiped out immediately. Once this kind of mysterious thing spreads, how can this house be rented out?"

But before he could order anyone to take action, a group of Zaoyi police officers had already arrived at the door of the house.

Chapter 131 Ten Weird Things in the Imperial Capital (4k

The Teahouse in the Imperial Capital is a natural residence.

There is an elegant storyteller "Shun Feng Er" wearing a moon-white gown, telling a story to the tea guests in the audience:

"Today, what I want to talk about is a recent strange news in the Imperial City... This matter is quite strange, and it is called the top ten strange things in the Imperial City!"

"Let's talk about the old house in the east of the city. The original owner's surname was Fang..."

"The head of the Fang family suddenly woke up in the middle of the night one night, just in time to see a looming ghost in red at the door of the house..."

"The head of the Fang family didn't take it seriously. Who knew that from then on, every night that passed, the looming red ghost would get closer to him."

"On the first day, I was at the gate of the house. On the seventh day, I was at the door of the bedroom. On the tenth day... I had entered the bedroom and stood quietly behind the screen to look at him. On the fifteenth day, I was already standing at the bedside! "

"Since then, the head of the Fang family and his wife have had nightmares and night sweats all night long. They have searched all over the imperial capital's famous doctors to no avail."

"One day, he finally met an old famous doctor. The doctor told him that you were not sick, but frightened. He said that there were unclean things in his ancestral home and asked him to move as soon as possible."

"The head of the Fang family is a person who "does nothing wrong and is not afraid of ghosts knocking on the door." He thinks that he has been doing business for many years and his methods are quite clean. Why should he be afraid of ghosts? Who knows that ghosts are not human beings, so why do they need a reason to harm others?"

"Another half month later, the head of the Fang family and his wife both died suddenly and died without any illness..."

"...After the Fang family's old house was turned into a rental house, another strange thing happened just half a month ago..."

"...At dawn the next day, the tenant Lu Renjia actually hanged himself at the door of the house. There was blood everywhere in the hall, and there was a word 'ghost' written on the wall!"

Shunfeng Er has been a storyteller for many years, and he is eloquent when telling stories.

The words made all the tea drinkers' eyes widen. They felt the cold wind blowing in broad daylight, and cold sweat broke out on their backs.

A corner of the teahouse.

The storyteller Jiang Chen just laughed when he heard this story.

The storytellers in Tingchao Tower are divided into two factions: "facts" and "anecdotes".

This Shunfeng'er is an anecdotal sect. Today, the news that the old house in the east of the city is haunted has spread all over the imperial capital. Of course, this matter cannot be hidden from Shunfeng'er's ears.

As a storyteller of the "odd news" faction, Shunfeng Er tells stories regardless of whether they are true or false, just for the word "odd".

So after hearing that the old house was haunted, he inquired carefully...and started to add fuel to the fire.

Of course, according to Shunfeng Er, this is called "artistic processing".

What is called the "Top Ten Weird Things in the Imperial Capital"... Shunfeng Er came up with all of them by himself. This is not the first time he has done this.

"Is this really okay?" Jiang Chen sighed slightly in his heart:

"There are indeed immortal cultivators and monsters in this world."

"Although I haven't encountered evil things like ghosts with my own eyes, I have heard a lot of rumors... I just don't know whether they are true or not."

"If Shunfeng Er says this, these imperial capital teagoers will probably really believe it."

Jiang Chen was born as a warrior, and became a storyteller of the "Pragmatic" faction along the way. He was a little resistant to this kind of thing, but this time he felt a little uncomfortable when he heard Shunfeng open his mouth.

I only heard that the scholar Shunfeng Er continued:

"The tenant named Lu is just the beginning."