Immortal robbery

Chapter 4 Handling
Wang Zijia carefully opened the package with a dagger, but what made him frown was that there were not many things inside.A manuscript, a bottle of unknown powder, and a set of clothes.

The clothes are actually exactly the same as the work clothes he wears, which is the work clothes of shop assistants. They are almost the same old and new. The only difference is that he has vomited blood and has some stains on him, but the one in the other party's pocket is not.

He picked it up with a dagger, but after finding no danger, he first looked at the thin handwritten booklet.

There are densely handwritten small characters inside, which looks like something recorded.

Core Attention Person: Xiang Ji

Position: The first floor of Wanyuzhai, the shopkeeper of Fulu District

Relationship: directly under the leadership.

Status: unfamiliar
Introduction: An intermediate boy who cultivated as a monk and a disciple of the Wanyu Sect's outer sect. Because of his age, he was released to Wanyu City and served as the shopkeeper on the first floor of Wanyu Fuzhai.Administer the sale of low-level talismans on the first floor, please contact with caution...
"Ok?"

If I remember correctly, this is the information from the previous big boss?
The iron rice bowl inherited from the predecessor was doing odd jobs in Wanyuzhai and Fulu District, and his immediate boss was Xiang Ji, one of the few Taoist practitioners who had direct contact with the predecessor.

Looking at the information on the front page of the manuscript, he frowned slightly, and quickly flipped through it.

Sure enough, this booklet actually recorded all the information of the predecessor.From the relationship between characters to martial arts skills, and even some living habits, the details are a bit too much.

He lowered his head to look at the dead man who was seven parts like him, and then looked at the film mask in his hand. It was self-evident what the other party was going to do.

So the predecessor was poisoned to death, this guy did it?
To replace him?
why?

Shouldn't it be...
In my mind, in the secret room, the token in the small box flashed away.

He suddenly had a rough guess about what happened to the Yuan body's family.

While thinking, he carefully picked up the last small medicine bottle in the other party's package.Carefully opened the cork, a little bit of powder spilled out, and a faint pungent smell permeated the air.

Wang Zijia subconsciously covered her nose.

"poison?"

"Afraid that the predecessor is not dead?"

"If you're not dead, you won't bring poison, just make up the knife and you're done, right?"

Thoughts for a while are fruitless, wait, why should I be afraid of poison?
There is an equivalent exchange balance. To me, poison is no different from cultivation-enhancing medicine, right?
And... it's OK...

In a flash of inspiration, Wang Zijia let go of his hand, and intentionally took a long breath.

Smelling the faint pungent smell, consciousness quickly sank into the sea of ​​consciousness, looking at the golden balance, a thought flashed through.

Following Wang Zijia's thoughts, a newly born black iron light point weight emerged.

Weight: Inferior Corpse Powder
Value: None

Introduction: It is highly poisonous and has miraculous effects on corpses. It is best to pour it into the wound of the corpse.Swallowing it by a living person will burn the stomach, and taking a certain dose will cause liver and intestines to die. Of course, to be able to swallow it requires a certain degree of IQ failure, or mental retardation.

Looking at the weight, Wang Zijia's eyes lit up.

Sure enough, it can be identified in disguise!
At least poison should be acceptable, and even most drugs that affect the body should be identified by this method!

Following his thoughts, the new dot of light that appeared in his hand flickered quickly and disappeared in a moment.

After all, it is used on corpses. Even though it is highly poisonous, he only inhaled a little breath. This weak toxin does not need to be specially detoxified, and it will be quickly eliminated by the body's immune system.

The light spot of the weight disappeared, Wang Zijia regained consciousness slightly, looked at the medicine powder in his hand, he gently shook some medicine powder on the wound of the corpse beside him.

"Bah..."

As the medicine powder was poured into the wound, it was like meeting super concentrated sulfuric acid. The wound of the corpse continued to bubble, and bursts of green smoke rose up, and the corrosion spread rapidly.

"vomit!"

As the smoke rose, a stench filled the air, rushing into his nostrils suddenly, and Wang Zijia, who was caught off guard, retched immediately.

"Damn it, what kind of ghost medicine is this, why is it so stinky!"

Wang Zijia turned green, reopened the window, and quickly came to the door of the study, opened the door, and fled out of the room.

Standing outside the house, he looked at the rotting corpse in the room with lingering fear.The smell is a bit strange, although the smell is extremely strange, but it spreads and fades very quickly.

When I left the room, I could only smell a faint stench.

"Gululu..."

His stomach growled again, and he looked at the melting corpses in the room. Feeling the growing hunger in his stomach, Wang Zijia didn't guard outside the room, but wanted to go to the bedroom and looked around.

Wang Zijia was relieved to find that the other party only broke the window and did not touch anything else.In the cabinet, I dug out some pastries, gobbled them up, and walked towards the kitchen.

After entering the kitchen, Wang Zijia gave a big meal.As a person with good cooking skills, he actually looks like a person who has read many cookbooks but has never been in the kitchen.

Head: I will, Hand: No, you won't!

'Uh... how to cook, let me think about it! '

After being dazed for a long time, I started to light a fire and cook according to my memory.

'Damn it, I shouldn't have exchanged all the weights just now! '

Wang Zijia complained about the constant cooking situation.But there's no way, he can't spend more than [-] points worth of martial arts to reorganize it into culinary skills, right?

And it can't be exchanged directly, that is to say, if you want to exchange cooking skills, in addition to martial arts worth more than [-] yuan, you have to add something, and the two weights can be exchanged for cooking skills together.

Do you want to turn cooking into magic?
A monk who is a cook?
Kitchen repair?

Crazy!
He hasn't fully figured it out yet, but with his smooth golden fingers, Wang Zijia doesn't intend to mess around like this and exchange things randomly.

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After being in a hurry for a while, Wang Zijia finally made a meal.

Looking at the thing in front of him who didn't know whether it was porridge or dry rice, Wang Zijia was speechless for a while.As a boss who has practiced his cooking skills to a value of five points, he has fully experienced the horror of golden fingers after cooking such a thing in half a day!
"Well, it still smells a little burnt, you're talented!" After taking a sip of the paste, Wang Zijia smacked his mouth and muttered.

After digging out the dried meat in the room, Wang Zijia ate it fiercely.

After all, he is a descendant of practitioners, barely counted as the second generation of practitioners, and his family conditions are considered good, and there are many good things in the kitchen.

Therefore, after a while, Wang Zijia filled his stomach and looked at the messy kitchen in pain.

'It seems that the exchange of weights should not be messed around casually, even the silver weights related to experience should not be exchanged indiscriminately, otherwise the basic living ability will be lost if you are not careful. '

"The black iron weight of the body, you have to be more careful, otherwise it is not impossible to play yourself to death!" '

In my thoughts, I threw the bowls and chopsticks aside, I don't want to do it tonight, let the nanny do it tomorrow!
Leaving the room and coming back to the study, the smell in the room has almost dissipated, only a faint smell.From the looks of it, it doesn't take until tomorrow morning for it to dissipate completely.

When he came to the corpse, he found that the other party had disappeared, leaving only a slightly corroded black dress and a puddle of turbid and yellowish viscous liquid.

"Miscalculation, I should move out, I made it in the yard!"

While speaking, Wang Zijia endured his nausea and started cleaning.

It took me a long time to get everything cleaned up.

"This corpse powder is a good thing. The low-quality ones are like this, and the high-quality ones have no traces? From the looks of it, I guess this thing should not be cheap. Maybe it is a medicinal powder produced by monks."

Seeing that there was more than half a bottle of medicine powder left, save it, and it could barely be used twice, Wang Zijia got up and carefully put it into the drawer of the study room.

After checking for a while and finding nothing missing, I came to my bedroom.

Lying on the bed, but can't fall asleep.Tossing and turning for a while, thoughts whirled in my mind.All kinds of past life, all kinds of information about the previous life, constantly alternating, and confusion about what to do in the future, etc.Can't sleep!
In the end, I really couldn't sleep, so I came to the Sea of ​​Consciousness again, and started to study the specific uses of the golden fingers, but I couldn't exchange them randomly like before, and finally made it difficult to take care of myself.

As he researched, he discovered quite a few tricks.

The most surprising discovery is that the weights can be split and there is no need to exchange them all.

Some weights can be split into one value for exchange at least, while some weights can be split arbitrarily. A weight the size of a thumb can be split into countless light point weights, especially black iron weights for the body.

Especially flesh and bone related.The effect of this is that Wang Zican can lose weight easily, no, it is no longer a matter of losing weight.

He can do it. It is not a problem to perform P-level shaping of the body and appearance, plastic surgery, and shape himself into a male god.

And it's a physical change, it doesn't belong to plastic surgery at all, it's because he can grow like that!
Sure enough, every little fat man is a potential stock, and his stock is a god-level potential.

Of course, Wang Zijia didn't act rashly, he needed to do it slowly, little by little.

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Turning and turning all night, Wang Zijia didn't know when she fell asleep.

"Boom..."

A sound woke up the sleeping Wang Zijia, he turned over quickly and opened the bedroom.

"Master, why did you wake up so early today?" At the kitchen door, a middle-aged aunt in her forties or fifties greeted Wang Zijia while cleaning up the mess Wang Zijia made last night.

Wang Dan, the nanny who has worked in their family for nearly ten years.

Of course, it's not the kind of domestic servants, but the kind who come to work at a fixed time every day with a salary.

After all, their family can be regarded as a cultivating family, even in a cultivating city, this kind of labor can still be hired.

This also caused the original owner's ten fingers not to touch the spring water. After the father passed away, the original owner paid the other party extra wages, and almost handed over all the trivial matters of life to the other party.

From buying vegetables to cooking, to doing laundry and sweeping the floor.

(End of this chapter)