After 100 years of leatherworking, I have become a giant in the magic sect.

Chapter 11. Don’t delve into it, otherwise
Song Yan simply pushed the door open, and it was like cutting a wound in a group of deep-sea sharks.

The ghosts rushed in madly, like a dark tide rushing into the door, entering and exiting the bodies of Sheng Dazhu and Wen Erniu.

The sky and the moon are blocked out, and ghosts are everywhere.

The two bandit leaders, Sheng Dazhu and Wen Erniu, had completely lost consciousness, but their bodies were occupied by evil spirits and began to show some strange behaviors, such as sitting up, one eye rolling counterclockwise and the other rolling clockwise.
Song Yan did not use the dagger, he brought the dagger just to be on the safe side. At this time, he mixed in the crowded group of ghosts and quickly came to this suspended room. After a little search, he found two jade cards in a box in a drawer. After a quick inspection, he saw the contribution points inside.

Good guy.

One jade token contains 30 contribution points, and another contains 40 points.

This simply shocked Song Yan, and his hand holding the jade token even trembled, because no matter how he calculated, he couldn't figure out that these two could have 70 contribution points.

He only knew that these two were most likely the ones who had tricked the twenty or so new servants, and were now eyeing him covetously.

It was this combination, plus the "high price of city magic," that motivated his actions tonight.

But even so, there should be less than 30 contribution points in the jade tokens of these two. Where did the 70 come from?

Song Yan naturally couldn't guess that these two bandit leaders had younger brothers supporting them at the foot of the mountain, and that those younger brothers had earned a lot of contribution points through buying and selling, so they had so many.

Besides being shocked, he felt like he had suddenly become rich.

He quickly took out his own jade token, and clattered the two jade tokens a few times in front of his own jade token.

Contribution points can be transferred in this way.

He marked 20 contribution points on the first jade token and 30 points on the second one.

In this way, each of them keeps 10 points and puts them back to their original places, which means that "no property is lost". This will also make people who come to check tomorrow think that this is definitely just an accident.

But after finishing the stroke, Song Yan suddenly thought about it again.

'This jade token is quite similar to the bank card I had before I traveled through time. Is it possible for a formal disciple to have the ability to 'view transfer records'? '

The lack of information will lead to completely opposite judgments.

This is vividly reflected in Qiu Lianyue.

Miss Qiu thought it was a blessing to be with a "future formal disciple", but she didn't expect that it was actually "walking herself into the tiger's mouth". If it weren't for Song Yan, she would have been squeezed into dregs.

Song Yan was silent for a moment, various thoughts running through his mind like rapid electric currents.

He has made a decision.

He simply put the two jade tokens in his pocket, then picked up the two bodies that were in strange postures and were being moved in and out by ghosts, jumped up the stairs, placed the two on the top of the suspended room, and then left at lightning speed.

After leaving, he hid behind a rock and observed quietly for a long time until he was sure that the two had fallen off the cliff by themselves, and then he returned to his house.

Because there was his scent behind the door, the ghosts did not knock on it.

In the room, Miss Qiu was blessed with the "Changshui Qingfeng" and was sleeping soundly.

Only then did Song Yan heave a long sigh of relief, and then began to nervously wait for the arrival of the next day.

Facts have proved that the lives of servants are indeed worthless.

Not only the dead are.

The same goes for the living.

The one who came to investigate was still a disciple in black robes, but the pattern of the strange double-sided face of the shadow puppet on his back was not black, but red.

If the one in black robe and black picture is a formal disciple and the one in white robe is an elder, then this one in black robe and red picture is an inner disciple.

Two people in one room, especially two "people who have the opportunity to become formal disciples" in one room, still disappeared. This is enough for Piying Peak to send someone to take a look.

But the visitor didn't care about the two dead people. He was just curious about the process, so he didn't bother to ask. He directly grabbed "Sheng Dazhu, the servant next to Wen Erniu", then closed his eyes and pointed at the servant's forehead.

After a long time, he withdrew his finger, and the servant whose forehead he had touched suddenly looked dazed, and then he was quickly cleaned up and taken away.

"Brother, how are you?"

A formal disciple stepped forward to ask.

The disciple in black robe and red map recalled the information he had just obtained from the soul search.

The scenes of "hearing the sound of a ghost knocking open the door" and "vaguely seeing two figures climbing onto the roof of the suspended house, twisting and crawling on the roof, and then disappearing" emerged in his mind, so he replied: "Last night, the fog was thick and there was a powerful ghost hiding inside. The ghost knocked open the door, causing the two to be possessed, crawl out of the house unconsciously, and then fall off the cliff." The formal disciple whispered: "The two dead were not good people. They just lured a group of fat sheep down the mountain and slaughtered them a few days ago. Could it be that someone coveted their contribution points and took action?
Senior Brother, I don’t care about contributions, but I am curious about how the person who did it did it if it was true. "

The disciple in black robe and red map looked at him with a half-smile and said, "What? Do you want to continue investigating? Or do you doubt the results of my investigation?"

The formal disciple was stunned and said quickly that he didn't dare.

"I know you don't dare." The black-robed red-figure disciple patted his shoulder and said in a low voice, "As a senior brother, I would like to remind you that there are too many secrets in our Puppet Palace. If someone dies, never delve into it, otherwise, you will soon become a dead person.

If you don’t understand this sentence, try to understand it more.”

"Thank you, brother. Thank you very much."

The formal disciple wiped the sweat from his forehead, saluted and watched the black-robed and red-patterned disciple leave.

Last night, Song Yan was not panicked.

Today, when he saw disciples from Shadow Play Peak coming outside the cliff, he remained calm.

But when the day ended and he returned to the hanging room and the dust settled, he became belatedly frightened.

He didn't even know how he dared to do this.

But thinking back to the disciple from Shadow Play Peak who "seemed to see something just by looking at his eyebrows", he roughly understood: there must be soul-searching techniques in this world.

If someone used soul-searching on him, it would be all over.

The accumulated pressure suddenly made him feel a little annoyed, as if a fire was rising in his stomach. He hugged Miss Qiu and pressed her plump body onto the bed.

I don’t know what’s going on with Miss Qiu, but her reaction today is particularly fierce.

After both of them vented their anger violently, they finally calmed down.

Miss Qiu was lying like mud, she blinked her beautiful eyes and looked at the red mist outside the gap, her eyes were full of fear after withdrawing from desire, she trembled and said: "Brother Song, today during the day, many people said that the fishy fog has become thicker and the ghosts have become stronger. If you are not careful, the door may be knocked open by the ghosts. That's how Sheng Dazhu and others died.

We are all just servants. Piyingfeng will not care about servants. If the servants die, they die.

But I don’t want to die, I really don’t want to die.”

Miss Qiu broke down and cried.

Song Yan was stunned.

Only then did he realize how much oppressive feeling his breaking into the door last night had brought to all the servants in the leather workshop.

Just as he was stunned, Miss Qiu rushed over again and said in the most fearful yet gentle voice: "Brother Song, I will serve you well. You can ask me to do anything. I am very obedient. Please take me with you and don't abandon me. Okay? Okay?"

The messy black hair and delicate but frightened face made her look like she was willing to sacrifice her body to please others in exchange for a chance to survive.
Song Yan hugged the young lady tightly in his arms, and waited until her body trembled a little, then he said: "Since you said you can do anything, then I want you to do one thing now."

"What's the matter?" Miss Qiu was already prepared for everything.

Song Yan said: "Take a pill of Guben Shendan and go to sleep well."

Miss Qiu:
She took the Guben Shendan obediently and slowly fell asleep.

Song Yan sat on the fifth step and slowly fell into a "half asleep, half awake" state.

He was not worried about ghosts breaking into the door, but how could he sleep peacefully in a place like this?

Half a year passed in the blink of an eye.

Several new servants were replaced and supplemented.

The new "reincarnation" unique to the leather workshop is still continuing.

In this cycle, both Song Yan and Qiu Lianyue have quickly become old servants.

They have understood the unspoken rules here and how to survive here.

For most of the servants, living one day at a time is enough; as for hope, there is no hope at all.

For Qiu Lianyue, it was "hoping for her husband to become a dragon", hoping that Song Yan would be able to pull her out of the fire pit after becoming a formal disciple. After observing that many servants who followed qualified disciples suddenly became weak and then disappeared, Qiu Lianyue was thoughtful, and then became more attached to Song Yan.

For Song Yan, a lot of things happened in half a year, and he could finally spend the contribution points he had snatched half a year ago.

(End of this chapter)