Heir to the martial arts world, starting with not crying at the Grim Reaper

"Damn, so much spilled, and it's so sticky, I can't even wash it clean."

By the river, Gu Jiu was washing his cloak.

The more I wash it, the angrier I get.

Because the "Cloak Under the Moon" skill was activated, the cloak was stained with a lot of blood and brain matter.

It can be used as my strongest killing move right now; I can't just throw away a cloak every time I kill someone.

That would be too expensive.

After disposing of the body overnight, Gu Jiu took out his "savings" that he had buried in the deserted grave. It was two taels and two mace of silver.

Including what was left before, there were less than four taels of silver left in total.

He'll be on the run soon, and he'll need to eat and sleep along the way, so he'll have to be careful with his money.

What he found most infuriating was that Zhao, the shop assistant, only had less than two coins on him.

A senior clerk in a goods store, roughly equivalent to one of the best managers in a large company, only carried two coins on him. It turned out he had come specifically to buy goods from me.

This is why he kicked the corpse in the groin when he disposed of it.

It was his first time killing someone and looting a corpse, and he only managed to touch this little bit. What bad luck!

Gu Jiu used his palm force to roll in the water, creating surging waves, and the red cloak standing there also rolled along with it.

After rolling around like that, the red cloak was barely clean.

After that, it was time to run away overnight.

Back at his residence, Gu Jiu had already hastily swept away the bloodstains on the floor and walls, but some traces were still faintly visible.

If the enemy really wants to investigate, it will only take a little time at most.

However, Gu Jiu didn't care anymore.

Instead of getting bogged down in these details, it's better to run faster and farther.

Gu Jiu started a fire to cook.

He decided to eat first.

You need to eat your fill before you can run away.

That way, I can practice martial arts while running away!

He threw the rest of the brown rice and meat into the pot all at once.

Only a small piece of pork remained; the larger piece had just been wasted by that good-for-nothing Zhao.

This guy was just showing off to him about eating raw meat.

Are you a foreigner eating steak, and you're even serving it rare? Aren't you afraid of getting parasites?

It must be said that the advantage of martial artists is that their qi and blood are much stronger than that of ordinary people. This kind of behavior of eating raw meat is something that only martial artists can withstand.

At this moment, Gu Jiu took out the fire tongs from the stove.

Before transmigrating, Gu Jiu remembered that fire tongs were usually made of iron, so that they could be used to pick up firewood more easily.

Unfortunately, that was all in the past. In this world, the poor can't afford iron fire tongs; they mostly use two wet, hard bamboo sticks instead.

Gu Jiu's fire tongs were also made of two hard bamboo sticks clamped together, but today he didn't wet them with water at all, so the edges of the bamboo sticks he took out were charred and sparking.

He wanted to get his hair done.

He's about to begin his life on the run, and to avoid suspicion, he has to change his name and appearance.

Just like celebrities, they need a new stage name and a new look when they debut.

Soon, Gu Jiu held the scorching bamboo stick, clamped it around her hair, and rolled it up again and again.

After curling, Gu Jiu's hair became slightly curly, making her look much more energetic.

Afterwards, he put on a gray cloth short shirt, retied his washed red cloak, and murmured, "From now on, I am also a member of the martial arts world, and my stage name will be 'Bu Jingyun'."

"Bu Jingyun is me."

As he spoke, he began to eat.

During the meal, Gu Jiu couldn't help but drink two more bowls.

He, an honest and law-abiding man, was ultimately forced to enter this treacherous world.

……

After finishing our meal, it was midnight. The moon was mostly obscured by clouds, and the world was shrouded in darkness.

Gu Jiu, wearing a cloak and carrying a bundle, left her residence.

As he left, he couldn't help but look back one last time.

The few days he spent practicing martial arts here were probably the happiest period of his life since he transmigrated. He gained something every day and was very peaceful. He never expected it to end so soon.

He was determined to master martial arts until everyone feared him and avoided him, so that no one would disturb his peaceful life.

After that, Gu Jiu left without further hesitation.

The wind was strong at night, and the steam from the river was a bit cold.

Gu Jiu walked along the road, unsure of where to go.

To the north is Shilipo, and beyond that is Lanxiangcheng. He was relatively familiar with this area because he had used this route to deliver goods several times.

Gu Jiu decided to go in the opposite direction.

The more familiar someone is with that road, the more people who know them will know them, and the easier it is for them to be exposed.

Which way does going south lead?

Is it Yushan Prefecture?

As a novice in the martial arts world, Gu Jiu was unaware of the situation, but he didn't stop moving forward.

What he most wants to leave now is the territory of the Eight Directions Ink Sect.

Because this place is adjacent to Wuyang City, he didn't take the main road, but instead took the back roads in the dark.

As she walked, Gu Jiu realized she was lost.

He couldn't care less about that now. The world is vast, and he could go anywhere. What was there to get lost on?

But soon he realized he was really lost.

He had just crossed a wooden bridge, thinking that another road would lead to the other side, but there was no road.

What comes into view is a place that resembles a dilapidated ancestral hall, with a wooden statue standing there in the dim moonlight.

At first glance, the statue appears to be human-shaped, with half of it covered in moss. However, upon closer inspection, you'll find that its body and limbs are twisted and braided, making it look exceptionally bizarre.

What exactly is this thing?

Encountering this in the middle of the night, Gu Jiu broke out in a cold sweat.

Behind the bridge is this strange shrine, with no road in sight; it's hard not to think of ghosts.

Gu Jiu quickly retreated the way he came.

As night deepened, a layer of fog rose all around.

The weeds under his feet were almost calf-high, and he could even hear a hissing sound.

There are probably still snakes here.

He has now mastered a kind of "Xuyun Jin" and has internal strength and true qi, but he doesn't know if this thing can resist snake venom.

Don't let his "Bu Jingyun" die in the dark right after his debut.

Gu Jiu decided to find a place to rest first, preferably to make a fire.

In this desolate wilderness, one really has to be wary of poisonous snakes and insects.

After walking for a while, he finally found a relatively flat, gentle slope.

There are some wild trees around here.

Gu Jiu raised his hand and slapped over two trees, thus providing the wood for starting a fire.

A campfire quickly appeared on the clearing in the wilderness.

The firelight illuminated Gu Jiu's handsome face, flickering uncertainly.

This place is in the middle of nowhere, and considering the strange statues in that shrine we just saw, it's indeed eerie.

Do ghosts really exist?

Gu Jiu turned the firewood around, pondering.

After all that fuss, with the flickering firelight providing warmth, Gu Jiu was also feeling a bit tired.

He decided to take a nap first.

As I was squinting, a gust of wind suddenly blew by, making the campfire sway left and right.

Gu Jiu immediately woke up, and then got goosebumps all over her body.

Not far away, just below this gentle slope, a box had appeared out of nowhere.

He just came from that side, so there were definitely no boxes there before.

Where did this box come from?

The box looked very old and was surrounded by mud. If it weren't for its slightly square shape, Gu Jiu would probably have thought it was a coffin that had just been dug out of the ground.

Even more bizarrely, a red lantern was hanging on the box, which, from this angle, looked like the eye of a monster.

Strange, bizarre.

"It couldn't have crawled out of the ground by itself, could it?"

The thought of this possibility made Gu Jiu feel even colder.

Suddenly, a crack appeared in the box, and a very eerie sound came out.

"Hey, young man, you're awake. Want to buy some goods?"

As he spoke, the box shook and, as if it had come to life, wriggled over like a worm.

Upon seeing this, Gu Jiu felt a chill run down his spine.

With his frizzy, ramen-noodle-like hair and red cape, he couldn't help but yell, "Don't come any closer!"

(P.S.: Gu Jiu: As Bu Jingyun, it's perfectly reasonable for me to call him that, isn't it?)