From Martial Arts Dungeon to Master of Martial Arts

Zhao Huxu then allowed Mu Sheng to return.

The entire day was spent at the clinic, merely gathering evidence in the surrounding area to see if anyone had seen anything.

But since it happened in the dead of night, naturally no one saw it.

In the end nothing is left.

As for Zhao Hu asking him to investigate the case, Mu Sheng never intended to investigate. Since no specific time limit was given, he could just muddle through. The only loss he would suffer was the money he would lose for a month of temporary posting.

Even if he shifts the blame onto him, he will lose this temporary post.

"Money really isn't so easy to get."

Mu Sheng sighed. Fortunately, he still had twenty-five taels of silver in his pocket. If he spent all of it on himself, he could last for half a year.

"However, this skin does have quite a few uses."

If it weren't for his mental state—opening the instance once a day would make him feel mentally disoriented—he would have been immersed in the dungeon long ago.

He went straight back to his little house, where only one window was letting in light, and he could vaguely see the figures inside.

He hesitated for a moment, then pushed open the door and went inside, where he saw Mingliu sitting at the table waiting for him to return.

"Senior Brother Ming," Mu Sheng stepped forward and clasped his hands in greeting.

When Mingliu saw Mu Sheng, his face immediately lit up with a smile: "You're back! How's it working at the yamen?"

"It's a long story," Mu Sheng sighed. "We were supposed to get ten taels of silver a month, but in the end, we had to split it with other people. And then the clinic had an accident, and the head constable pushed the task of finding the murderer onto me. If I don't do a good job, I'm afraid I won't get my money this month, and I might even have to quit this temporary post."

"Bang!" Mingliu slammed his hand on the table and said, "This is outrageous! How could this be? I'll go talk to my senior sister about this."

Mu Sheng hurriedly stopped Ming Liu and said, "Senior Sister Miao Yin probably doesn't know that this kind of temporary posting in the government office is like this. Moreover, Senior Sister Miao, you can't extend your reach into the city lord's government office."

"What should we do?" Mingliu immediately felt guilty, since he was the one who introduced Mu Sheng and Miao Yin.

"It's alright, at most it'll be a waste of a month." Mu Sheng sighed, patted Ming Liu on the shoulder and said, "Only Senior Brother truly cares about me."

"Of course." Mingliu straightened his chest immediately. "If you can't continue with that temporary post, I'll help you think of another way."

"Thank you, Senior Brother." Mu Sheng immediately became respectful and saw Ming Liu out the door before returning to the wooden board in the room to sit down.

"Next up is the dungeon."

He currently has four dungeons, one of which, the medical skill dungeon, has not yet been officially opened. However, what he most wants to break through now is the Five Beasts Yuan Gong, a martial art that can comprehensively enhance his physical attributes. The second most important skill is the Tiger Slaying Blade, which is also his only means of attack at present.

As for the narrow passage between two cliffs...

The throwing knife technique is difficult to use now, and he cannot reveal himself in public until the case at the medical clinic is resolved.

"But this throwing knife technique is perhaps the only thing I can improve now."

Mu Sheng looked at the Yixiantian instance.

[A Narrow Path (Incomplete) (Beginner) (Openable)]

The Five Animals and Beasts' Yuan Gong technique still results in a 50/50 chance against the tiger, with each encounter ending in mutual destruction.

Although the small leader of the Tiger-Slaying Blade is easy to defeat, the next level will directly arouse the hatred of all monsters. Even if he is willing to die together with them, it will be difficult to kill one of them.

"So, this is the only instance we can proceed with."

The instance is now open.

...

"If you want to leave this place, you must be prepared to die here," the tall figure said in a deep voice.

Mu Sheng stood up and looked around at the villagers who were looking at her with curiosity.

He clasped his hands in a fist and said, "May I ask your honorable name?"

The tall figure frowned and said, "Mu Sheng, what are you doing? I'm the village chief of this village, Qian Tian. What? You've already forgotten?"

Mu Sheng immediately fell silent; the intelligence of this instance was frighteningly high.

Qian Tian pointed to the path ahead and said, "Since you want to leave this place, then take this path."

"I don't want to leave for now," Mu Sheng said.

Qian Tian frowned, waved his hand, and left without saying anything more.

Someone shook their head and said, "Let's disperse. Even he doesn't want to leave here. He was scared off after all."

Mu Sheng looked at the path ahead, the rice paddies on both sides swaying in the wind, obscuring the view.

But as soon as you step onto the path ahead, knives will fly at you.

He ignored the other villagers and walked to the front of the field. As soon as he stepped in, a strong sense of suffocation surged up, as if taking another step would kill him on the spot.

"You can't go here."

He then turned and walked away to other places.

For now, he plans to first investigate the situation in this village and why these people are so intelligent, given the yellow cultivation technique.

He saw a young man sitting on a stone bench by the roadside, and he went up to him and asked, "Is it impossible to leave this village?"

The young man glanced at him sideways and said, "What nonsense are you talking about? Our ancestors have been imprisoned here for generations. Anyone who tries to leave is attacked and killed for no reason."

"Haven't you always wanted to try leaving and seeing what it's like?"

"Is that so?" Mu Sheng asked, completely unconcerned about revealing her identity. "Do I have any family here?"

After all, this instance refreshes every time you enter, so even if these people know he doesn't belong here, they'll forget about it the second time they enter.

"Have you lost your memory?" The young man frowned and looked at Xiang Musheng, saying, "Your parents, brothers, and sisters all wanted to leave this place, but they all died on the way."

"Yeah?"

Mu Sheng stood up and looked at the gazes of many people who were looking at him. He could feel a kind of expectation and pity, and even a kind of resigned acceptance of his fate.

"Everyone in the yellow copy is mentally identical to a normal person."

He began chatting with people throughout the village, spending a considerable amount of time doing so.

I also learned about the village. This village had been imprisoned here for generations, and from the path in the fields, anyone who went out would be killed by countless knives.

Every year, people try to break through, but they all fail.

Qian Tian was the village chief of this place. He was the one who sent people away every time, and he watched everyone die a violent death.

However, he learned from some villagers that the villagers here all possessed the skill of throwing knives, which they had honed by using the throwing knives that appeared on the road.

Some believe that if one can master all of them, one can know the trajectory of all the throwing knives and dodge them all.

Mu Sheng fell silent as she thought of the sixteen throwing knives in the fourth step.

The fifth step would probably involve 256 knives. With such a number, even knowing all the trajectories would be useless.

It can kill anyone instantly.

"Is it because it's incomplete, or is that really the case?" Mu Sheng pondered for a moment, "We still need to ask Qian Tian about it."