deceitful cultivator

Chapter 1 The strange price of practice

The morning market was bustling with people crowding each other, and even the dense rain could not prevent the vendors from shouting with their unique singing voices.

Suddenly, the crowd was silent, and their eyes were filled with fear and looked somewhere.

The two yamen with gloomy faces carried the corpse wrapped in linen on a wooden board and walked out of the alley. The blood dripped down the bluestone brick along the wooden board.

The crowd whispered.

"Are you dead again?"

"It's too bad."

"I'm afraid it's the third time this month..."

"Don't look, don't look."

Seeing this, the people scattered and left, and even the stalls hurriedly packed their things, as if avoiding the god of plague.

The two yamen moved the corpse to a relatively open place as if no one was there.

The older yamen was dressed in black, with a thin body and slightly sunken eyes, giving people a feeling of being overworked.

His cuffs are embroidered with "Fu Xu Servant", and a two-foot water and fire stick is tied around his waist.

Although the yamen is in the official government, they are only the servants of the yamen who drive the errands, and the fire and water sticks are only used for body protection.

Another young yamen officer was thirteen or fourteen years old, and the black clothes he wore were slightly ill-fitting, and he did not have the words "Fu Xu Servant".

This is a white servant, often serving as a clerk under the official yamen, and it takes several years to be promoted.

They put down the body.

The leading yamen could not help coughing because he was carrying heavy objects, and it took a few breaths to stop.

Bai Yi asked with concern, "Brother Qing, are you alright?"

The yamen replied in a hoarse and low voice: "It's okay if you're sick, Xiao Wu, watch here, I'm going to the store."

"Brother Qing..."

Xiao Wu looked very frightened, his legs were shaking a little, and his voice was as thin as a gnat.

"Don't worry, go and come back."

The yamen named Ren Qing patted Xiao Wu on the shoulder and walked quickly towards the alley.

His footsteps were slightly vain, and his breathing became heavier, showing that his heart was by no means as calm as it appeared on the surface.

Ren Qing walked into the depths of the alley, and the smell of blood came from his nostrils, so strong that it made people sick to his stomach.

The dilapidated bookstore came into view, and there were two white servants in their twenties standing at the door. They couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when they saw Ren Qing.

"Bad man."

Ren Qing nodded to the two of them, and then said, "If you want to vomit, vomit, and then hurry into the house to pack up. It must be done as soon as possible. You don't want to stay here, right?"

"Okay, bad guy..."

Li Mian and Li Heng are brothers, and they are almost identical in appearance. They have no foothold in the yamen, so they were transferred to Ren Qing.

Xiao Wu took the initiative to defect from other places. He and Ren Qing's parents were from the same hometown.

The Li brothers came to the corner of the alley, leaning against the wall and retching.

Ren Qingqiang endured nausea. On the one hand, he did not want his subordinates to take him lightly, and on the other hand, he was afraid that his physique would be too weak to faint.

He took a deep breath and opened the wooden door of the bookstore.

I saw that the house was full of flesh and blood, and the bookshelves were slumped. There were no books on it, and it looked unusually empty.

The corpse of the shopkeeper who was moved out earlier was originally kneeling behind the door.

The hands are spread out, and the eyes are placed in the palms.

This is still handled by the yamen, and it is difficult to imagine what the scene was before.

Ren Qing was in charge of Tan Street in the western district of Sanxiang City, and was a fire worker in the yamen.

His duty is to burn the corpse and the accessories of the deceased, so it stands to reason that there will be no danger.

But just like the shopkeeper in the bookstore, anyone with discernment knows that he will die.

A few days ago, there were still eight firemen in charge of Talking Street, but when they burned a dead body, they smelled an inexplicable smell, and something went wrong.

All the firemen fell to the ground, with weird smiles on their faces before they died.

Ren Qing seems to be the only one who survived, but his body has already changed his soul, and he was just an ordinary office worker in his previous life.

The few days after he crossed over, he was in a daze. Fortunately, he didn't have much contact with people, so he wouldn't be found out.

And this world is full of weirdness. Residents rarely go out of the city, and they die inexplicably every three or five times, but everyone is not surprised.

The mountain villages outside are also in danger.

It's a pity that time did not give him a further adaptation process.

There were a lot of lines surging in front of Ren Qing's eyes, outlining a messy pattern, and finally forming a few paragraphs of text.

【Ren Qing】

【Age: seventeen】

[Shouyuan: five years, 110 and three days]

This is Ren Qingtian's own magical power. As long as he touches others, he can check his lifespan, but it is limited to this.

The reason why he had five remaining years of life is because of the severe failure of his internal organs after he was resurrected from the dead.

And it's strange to say that the people of this world are dying at the age of 40, and usually don't live past fifty.

Not like any dynasty in the previous life.

Although Ren Qing has not yet found a way to prolong his life, after inquiring about the news, he can see clues from the yamen of different ranks.

Generally speaking, when a violent death occurs, the jailer first comes to check, and after confirming that nothing has happened, it is the firemen like Ren Qing, and finally the Zaoli who cleans up the blood and filth.

Ren Qing had never contacted the jailer, but he suspected that the jailer was a monk who had mastered magic, otherwise Sanxiang City would not be able to maintain its apparent stability.

That's why he bit the bullet and dealt with the weird and inexplicable mess with three inexperienced white servants.

Ren Qing carefully cleaned up the house.

After a while, Li Mian and the two walked in boldly.

They wrapped the meat in the sackcloth they carried with them, and even took the wooden furniture to pieces, leaving nothing behind.

"Police, there is a book in the crevice of the bookshelf."

Li Mian handed the book to Ren Qing.

He didn't dare to look at it at all, any actions of Bai Ying must be approved by the yamen, so as to ensure that there will be no accidents.

Ren Qing took the book, and suddenly there was a tingling in his mind.

He fell to the ground, tears streaming down uncontrollably.

"Bad man!!!"

Li Heng and Li Mian wanted to get close, but were blocked by Ren Qing.

"It's fine, I'm fine."

Ren Qing let the two continue to clean up, while he sat at the door of the bookstore to rest for a while, while the book was tightly held by him.

The moment he touched the book, Ren Qing's magical power was triggered for the first time, and the flow of information gathered in front of him.

【No-eye method】

[The old monk with hundreds of eyes realized from the Sutra of Shou Leng Yan that to practice this method, you must goug out your eyes, and take the eyeballs with medicine, and they will grow back after seven to 49 days. 】

Ren Qing's arm held the book in his arms, and after a cup of tea, some information appeared.

[After digging out the eyes, they will be plunged into boundless darkness, seeing things that ordinary people cannot see. Those who have completed the cultivation can swallow the eyeballs alive to restore their injuries and prolong their lives. Human eyes are the best. 】

After another moment, new information about the blind law appeared again.

[One Eyed: See Through Illusions]

[Hundred Eyes: Create Illusions]

[Those with heavy pupils: expect the enemy to come first]

Ren Qing couldn't help swallowing his saliva, his heart could not help beating wildly, and there was a morbid flush on his face.

[Can consume [-] days of life, exempt from the price control]

Does the so-called price refer to the 49 days after gouging out and going blind, or is it some deeper secret?

Ren Qing didn't want to change because of hesitation.

The way to practice is right in front of you, and it can continue to prolong life. Even if it is a little weird, it is better than waiting for death.

As soon as his mind moved, the thirty-day lifespan was fleeting.

Moreover, the residents in this alley have all been evacuated, which is far less noticeable than the crowded yamen.

　New book set sail, ask for everything! ! !

　
(End of this chapter)