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

"A few days ago, another tenant came to the Fang family's old house. This time he was an old man in his sixties who lived alone. He was also a martial artist who had practiced martial arts and had excellent martial arts skills!"

"The people from the Wanjia Chamber of Commerce felt that this little old man had great martial arts skills and could live in this house, so they deliberately concealed the rumor that it was haunted and let him move in so that the rumors would be self-defeating."

"I never imagined that this old man with great martial arts skills would die tragically in the hall the next day."

"When he was found, he was covered in blood. He was so miserable that he fell with his face to the ground in a pool of blood in the hall. Before he died, he only stretched out one finger and dipped his hand in blood and wrote a strange sentence: Don't stop... There was another person on the other side. The word 'there is a ghost' in black and red."

"It can be seen from this that this elderly warrior suffered so much torture from the ghost before he died that he lost his mind and went crazy and wrote nonsense with unknown meaning."

Shunfeng Er touched his upper and lower lips, and another strange story came out of his mouth, which made the tea guests gradually become fascinated.

"The people in the Wanjia Chamber of Commerce are thinking about bad things now. The reputation of this haunted house will spread throughout the imperial capital. How dare they continue to recruit tenants."

"The next day, after working hard to arrest the government officials, they immediately sealed the house and no one was allowed in or out."

"The neighbors around the old house heard that the house was haunted, so they naturally avoided it. They even stayed at a relative's house for a few days, for fear of disturbing the ghost. From then on, the area around the old house became sparsely populated, and few people dared to do so in broad daylight. Hang around there.”

"Who would have thought that two days ago, another accident happened."

"It has been raining continuously in the Imperial Capital. The weather is wet and cold, so it is extremely uncomfortable."

"There was an old beggar on the street. In order to avoid the rain, he sneaked into the Fang family's old house. He didn't dare to force his way in, so he took shelter under the eaves."

"However, the accident still happened------"

The tea guests were fascinated by what they heard.

In the corner of the tea house, an old tea customer with completely white hair curled his lips.

"This man can really brag, how can he be so mysterious?"

This old tea guest is Qiao Mu.

What he did was actually not that exaggerated. It was just embellished by this eloquent storyteller and turned into a ghost story in the imperial capital.

This ghost story became more widespread and more bizarre than Qiao Mu expected.

Qiao Mu picked up the teacup on the table, took a sip, and his mind sank into his mind.

Rating of this death: D+ (the firewood of humanity)

Death consumption life span: 1 (0.5*2) years

Number of resurrections remaining this week: 3/5

Current age: 93 years old

Qi and blood: 66%

Skills: slightly slightly

In the blink of an eye, another three years have passed.

It makes Qiao Mu feel that time is passing by like a fleeting horse, and the years are making people grow old.

These three deaths occurred as tenant Lu Renjia, a fourth-level warrior who did not believe in evil, and an old beggar.

Because his already mature flesh and blood can change, every time Qiao Mu changes his identity, he will try his best to make subtle adjustments in his appearance and even body shape.

Obviously, he succeeded, and the effect was better than expected.

Otherwise, the people in the government would not regard this as a haunting, and the situation would definitely escalate to an even weirder level.

After all...the old triplets disguised themselves and died one after another in the Fang family's old house. This incident revealed an evil nature. By then, it would not only be one of the top ten weird things in the imperial capital, but probably the biggest weird thing in the imperial capital.

Qiao Mu stood up, paid for the tea, and walked toward the door, secretly stretching his muscles and bones, twisting his neck and turning his waist.

All the joints in his body made crackling sounds.

"Am I really old?" Qiao Mu had this doubt in his heart.

His appearance is indeed old, this is an indisputable fact.

His Qi and blood had indeed declined and were no longer at their peak. As his age increased from 90 to 93, his Qi and blood also dropped by 4%, reaching 66%.

But that's just numbers on paper.

Qiao Mu secretly clenched his fists, feeling the surging energy and blood in his body.

"The King of Sumeru Mountain Sutra, or the Sutra of Humanity, is indeed a miracle in the world. Hai Wuya's pioneering step in martial arts may not be inferior to that martial saint who practiced weird martial arts and fed on humans."

Qiao Mu only knew that Hai Wuya seemed to be related to Wu Jihui, and did not delve into his details.

He didn't know that Hai Wuya was actually considered one of the "Seventy-Two Sages" under the Martial Saint, which meant that he had talents that were superior to the Martial Saint in a certain aspect, or had unique skills.

"It's just that no matter how powerful Hai Wuya is, his energy and lifespan are limited. Whether the Sutra of King Sumeru can be transformed into Hai Wuya's ideal "Human Dao Sutra" is destined to be impossible to achieve overnight and will take a long time."

"And my talent can perhaps be seen as accelerating the process of time?"

This thought crossed Qiao Mu's mind.

Three deaths are not enough to deduce the sixth level of the Sumeru King Sutra.

But he already had a certain direction, and he was no longer rushing around without a clue, deducing the techniques as if he were disintegrating a demon.

Qiao Mu walked out of the teahouse door, and every time he walked, he heard a familiar voice.

"Senior Qiao, do you also come to the teahouse to listen to books?"

The person who spoke was none other than the jailer Fang Yuan.

In the past few days, when he was not causing trouble, Qiao Mu often appeared in front of the young jailer, giving him pointers on his martial arts. "Qiao Shuanglin" and jailer Fangyuan gradually became familiar with each other.

"Yes, listening to books." Qiao Mu said casually:

"Speaking of which, I heard your old house was haunted recently."

Fangyuan was startled, then replied:

"Indeed. I heard that several tenants died suddenly and tragically... Is this haunted? Maybe only immortal cultivators have such unpredictable methods?"

He kept his eyes straight and did not look at the trees. His expression did not change at all.

"Yes. But speaking of which, have the land prices in your old house dropped?" Qiao Mu asked.

Only then did Fangyuan realize.

"Of course it's a big drop. People in the world naturally avoid such a haunted house."

"Don't Wan Ronghua have a background in the Dao Sect? Why not ask someone from the Dao Sect to take action in such a haunted house?" Qiao Mu asked.

"How can a dog ask his master to do something? This Wan Ronghua has climbed to the top of the Dao Sect, but if he wants someone with high ambitions to do something for him, that would be too much." Fang Yuan sneered:

"Of course, we can't guess the alien's thoughts. It's not impossible if someone is really willing to do this."

"Stop talking about this, the price of our old house has dropped to... 10% of the original price in the past half month!"

10%?

This is a bigger fall than Qiao Mu imagined.

But think about it.

There were also so-called "haunted houses" in Qiao Mu's previous life, and the prices were basically discounted from 30% to 28% off.

In a feudal dynasty like the Great Yan Dynasty where there were immortal cultivators, it was normal for evil spirits such as demons and ghosts to appear, and it was really possible for people to die.

Therefore, it is not too outrageous for a house that is suspected of being occupied by evil spirits to be reduced to 10% of its original price.

If Qiao Mu was more ruthless and died a few more times, no one would want this house even if it were given away for free.

However, it is true that too much is too much.

During these three deaths, Qiao Mu tested his already accomplished "flesh and blood changes" and would not be discovered by the imperial capital's arrests.

This is enough.

If the matter continues to escalate, it may attract immortal cultivators, and may also alert the world's best god, Wayne.

If the car overturns then, the fun will begin.

"With your savings, can you afford it at 10%?" Qiao Mu asked.

"Of course it's enough." Fang Yuan said with a smile:

"This time, the Fang Family Chamber of Commerce is really a disaster from heaven. It can only be said that those who do unjust things will inevitably die."

"Indeed, it was a disaster from heaven."

Qiao Mu glanced at Fang Yuan and left on his own.

When Fangyuan buys the ancestral house, he will be able to get the Blood Moon Map that all the god-refining warriors covet, and he can also take this opportunity to fight against the god-refining warrior sword ghost.

Fangyuan stood there, watching Qiao Mu's leaving figure. Many thoughts flashed through her mind. In the end, she still didn't ask the question that had been lingering in her heart for a long time.

Did Qiao Mu send three of his dead men to perform a scene specifically for this purpose, and died because of it?

In order to reduce the price of the house, you wouldn't do anything so outrageous, right?

Did he use some kind of clever turtle breath technique to make the three dead men fake their own deaths? But can this be hidden from the government?

With the knowledge of Fangyuan, a ninth-grade warrior, he was completely confused.

But he didn't ask either.

Everyone has a secret, "Qiao Shuanglin" is like this, and so is Fangyuan.

Qiao Mu didn't ask him at first why he could master the first level of the Sumeru Mountain King Sutra in just one month, and he didn't ask Qiao Mu how he did such a weird thing.

Although he is young, he is a smart man who knows how to advance and retreat.

What's more, what Qiao Mu did was obviously beneficial to him, he was helping, and he was doing it to lower the price of the old house, but the way he did it was a bit weird.

Naturally, Fangyuan would not stand up and speak out to get to the bottom of it.

"I have to prepare to raise money. If I can really buy my ancestral home, it will be regarded as fulfilling a big wish in my heart."

There was a little excitement in Fangyuan's eyes.

Although he was confident, had excellent martial arts aptitude, practiced diligently, and had many adventures, he also knew that it would be extremely difficult to face a behemoth like Wan Ronghua.

He originally thought that it would take him decades to achieve great success before he could hope to redeem his ancestral home, but now he saw hope.

"It's a pity that the little sister who left home couldn't wait until this day came..." He murmured to himself.

The closer to the realization of the wish, the memories of past scenes emerge in the mind one by one.

"I haven't seen my little sister since she got that strange disease called 'Jade Syndrome' and ran away from home."

"If she bought the ancestral home and heard the news, she should know that I am no longer as embarrassed as before. Maybe we can get together one day...if she is still in the imperial capital."

The dead are gone.

Buying an old house is actually just a symbol, it can only give him a little peace of mind.

What he was worried about was actually the little girl at home who left home without telling her.

The parents died without illness, the old house was forced to be sold, and the younger sister ran away from home...

Buying an old house is not called going home, because if you are alone, the Fang family's ancestral house is just an old house.

Home is where your family is.

This was Fangyuan’s obsession with buying the ancestral home.

Chapter 132: Buy a house early (4k

A few days later.

Within the radius of residence.

The young jailer Fangyuan took out a small box containing a lot of silver and looked at Qiao Mu.

"Senior Qiao, I have prepared the money to buy the old house, but I think I can wait a little longer and pay for it later. There is no need to rush."

"Oh? Why is this?" Qiao Mu raised his eyebrows.

Qiao Mu was a little impatient.

If he gets the blood moon map as soon as possible, he will be able to provoke the god-refining warrior sword ghost and Wan Ronghua of the Dao Sect standing behind him, and he will die early and be reborn.

Fangyuan explained:

"After all, if I, Fangyuan, take the opportunity to purchase the Fang family's ancestral home, then Wan Ronghua may hear about it."

"It's actually common for a haunted house to lower its price if it's haunted. If I took advantage of the situation and bought the house after it became haunted, I might have alerted others."