Chest drop system

Chapter 179 The Death of Kim Jong-chun

As if he hadn't done anything, the young man silently withdrew his palm and stroked the small black box lightly.

After confirming that the thing he was looking for was correct, he let go of his hand, and the small black box was still floating in midair, spinning slowly.

The young man pressed one palm on it, and stood the other hand in front of his chest, quickly making several fingerprints.

Until the last handprint was fixed, the small black box suddenly stopped rotating, made a clicking sound, and the lid of the black box opened automatically.

When the contents of the box were revealed, the young man raised his eyebrows, his expression was no longer the same, and he said two words softly: "It's gone."

The box was empty, with nothing in it.

The young man stared at the small black box for a long time, before putting it into his storage bracelet, he turned and walked towards Kim Jong Tian.

"Who are you and why did you break into my mansion?" Kim Jongtian said, but he no longer dared to show his anger, and his tone was much lower.

"Hand over the contents of the box, or die!" The white-haired young man said indifferently, as if determining the life and death of others was the most common and insignificant matter.

Kim Jong-chun had already guessed that the white-haired young man came here purely for that little black box.

Immediately said: "I can't open that box at all, and I don't know what's inside it."

The young man frowned, "I'm asking you again, hand over what's in the box."

After finishing speaking, the energy in the young man's body was released, revealing his terrifying aura along with killing intent, the threat was very obvious.

"Liquid refining level" Jin Zhengtian felt the same aura he once had on the city lord of Jiali City, "There is no mistake, this guy has definitely reached the liquid refining level, my God, he is so young!"

"Don't tell me?" The young man took another step closer to Kim Jong Tian.

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Kim Jong Tian was so embarrassed by the oppressive aura of the white-haired youth, he finally couldn't hold on anymore, bent his knees, and suddenly fell to his knees on the ground.

"I, I really don't know what's in this box. I found this box by accident. Seeing that it couldn't be opened, I thought that there must be treasures inside. I brought it back to study, but after several months of research, it failed. I've given up on opening the box."

Jin Zhengtian didn't lie, if he knew that this box would provoke such a god of death, he wouldn't touch this box even if he was killed.

Unable to open the box, Kim Jong Tian has kept it on the bookshelf until now, if not for the arrival of this white-haired young man, he would have forgotten the existence of the box long ago.

"Since you don't say it, then go to hell." The young man stretched out his hand like lightning, grabbed Jin Zhengtian by the neck, and dragged him up from the ground.

"You can't kill me. I'm the deputy city lord of Jiali City, from the Ning family in the imperial capital. If you dare to kill me, they won't let you go." Jin Zhengtian blushed and howled desperately.

He is not reconciled, the official career of Tongtian has already spread out before his eyes, and tomorrow he will be the deputy city lord of Jiali City. In Jiali City, it can be said that one person is under one person and above ten thousand people.

Obviously everything is tomorrow, and I have waited for more than two years for this opportunity!

The expression of the white-haired young man remained the same, no matter how much Kim Jong-tian howled, he couldn't make him frown, and he exerted a little force on his hands.

The bones shattered, and Jin Zhengtian's howling stopped abruptly. He stared at his eyes, but the pupils had already lost their color.

Glancing at the unconscious old butler, his toes touched the ground, and a fragment of a sword flew into the old butler's heart.

In the dark night, the white-haired young man came to the tallest building in Shizuo Town, looking into the distance, the scale in his hand trembled slightly, and shifted in one direction.

"Is it there?" The white-haired young man put away his scales, and his body disappeared into the night.

The next day, a piece of news in the starting town caused a great shock in the town.

"Hello everyone, welcome to today's daily focus, I am the host Xiaoqi."

"Just yesterday, Kim Jong-cheon, the mayor of Shishi Town, was assassinated in his own mansion. Judging from the injuries of the body, he was strangled and crushed to death. Everyone knows that the mayor of Shishi Town, Kim Jong-cheon, is about to take office. The deputy city lord of the city was assassinated at this juncture, and the city lord of Jiali City expressed that he would attach great importance to it and try his best to hunt down the assassin."

"The murderer's whereabouts are still unknown, and our daily focus will continue to report on the follow-up news of the assassination."

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The days passed peacefully like this for several days.

On this day, Lin Wu spent another whole day in the college's library tower, and spent all of today's [-] credits.

Rubbing his somewhat sore eyes, he has been learning the knowledge of inscription patterns these days. Although he has studied it very hard, learning the way of inscription patterns does not happen overnight.

So Lin Wu has not progressed fast until now, looking at the blank paper all over the place, it is full of inscriptions drawn from the books he copied, but none of the inscriptions are useful.

Even the simplest kind of inscription pattern Lin Wu used for lighting failed.

Sighing, he put away his graffiti on the ground and walked out of the library tower.

On the way, Lin Wu met Yan Tao.

"Xiao Wu, you're still learning inscription patterns. How are you doing?" Yan Tao followed Lin Wu. She knew that Lin Wu was obsessed with learning inscription patterns recently, so she couldn't help asking.

"It's not good." Lin Wu looked at the graffiti paper in his hand and smiled wryly.

Yan Tao also smiled slightly, and then pretended to be troubled, teasing: "Isn't it, I said at the beginning that the way of inscription patterns is so easy to learn, everyone has been in elementary school for decades , you can become an inscription master, if you can carve inscriptions these few days, those inscription masters will not be ashamed to jump off the building."

Lin Wu curled his lips in disdain, "How do you mortals know the level of my genius? Just wait, I will be able to draw the inscription in a short time."

Yan Tao smiled without arguing, but suddenly thought of something, and said to Lin Wu: "By the way, Xiao Wu, you made a bet with that senior Jin, who can enter the liquid refining state faster, although you don't I know why you are so hard to think about it, but do you really not practice for a while, Senior Jin has already reached the cultivation level of Qi Condensation seven times."

What Yan Tao meant was that you are still so leisurely, spending every day in the library tower without getting nervous, is this appropriate?

Lin Wu nodded, "Hearing what you said, I really almost forgot that there is still this trouble, um, it's really time to practice, let my brain digest the inscription books I've read these days."

Yan Tao nodded, "That's right."

Lin Wu's focus on the inscription patterns these days made her feel a little scary. It is the most unbelievable that a person who is lazy to the bone insists on learning obscure inscription patterns every day.

According to Lin Wu's answer, the inscription pattern is very interesting. He has indeed developed a strong interest in the world's inscription pattern technology, but it is a bit difficult to learn.

(End of this chapter)