Legendary Son-in-Law: The Man with Poison Talismans

He groaned and swallowed the bottle of potent solar water that he had been holding in his mouth. The warm power spread from his throat to his limbs, and his blood volume instantly returned to full.

Looking back, the cult leader's two fleshy wings were spread wide, and his body was still wrapped in lingering lightning. He was walking step by step toward Lin Mu. The skull was already shattered on the ground, with white bone fragments scattered in the cracks of the stone slabs. The torch tied to his left hand lay forlornly on the ground, its flame still burning.

Lin Mu had no time to lament the wreckage scattered on the ground. He raised his hand and summoned another skeleton. The skeleton's remains transformed back into fine silver sand, surging towards Lin Mu and winding upwards along the crescent moon. One amulet after another burned, and the silver sand quickly solidified into a human shape. The skeleton emerged, intact as before, except that the torch binding its left hand was gone.

As soon as it regained its footing, it charged at the leader again with its axe, fearless and just like the first time.

Looking at it, Lin Mu suddenly felt that this skeleton was more reliable than many others.

At this moment, the cult leader seemed to have slowed down again, reaching his limit. Lin Mu steadied himself and cast several fire talismans in succession: -42, -34, -37. The cult leader's massive body finally swayed, his fleshy wings drooped limply, and he crashed to the ground.

Experience gained: 50000

Congratulations on reaching level 20!

Then Lin felt a blinding light explode before his eyes, like a shower of flowers. Gold coins, potions, and equipment littered the ground, gleaming in the torchlight, covering the entire dead-end alley.

Lin Mu didn't have time to count the multiplication, to marvel at the rich experience of the Woma Master, or to feel the joy of leveling up; he pounced on it and picked it up.

He spotted a gold ring at a glance, rushed over and picked it up. The ring was studded with dense white beads, bumpy and uneven, with a dull luster in the firelight.

The teleportation ring has been discovered.

Lin Mu's heart pounded, but his subordinates wouldn't listen.

I found another antique-looking gold ring, with a deep blue gemstone set in the face and surrounded by tiny gold ornaments. The design was exquisite yet understated, and it felt quite heavy in my hand.

The memory ring has been discovered.

Pick it up again.

A random teleportation scroll has been discovered.

The ghost gloves have been discovered.

Purgatory has been discovered.

The Soul Suit (male) has been discovered.

The life necklace has been discovered.

50 gold coins have been discovered.

50 gold coins have been discovered.

The blessing oil has been discovered.

The Woma Horn has been discovered.

The millennia-old snow and frost have been discovered.

High-potency solar water has been discovered.

……

The ground was covered with all sorts of things, glittering in the torchlight. Gold coins and potions were scattered everywhere, making it look like a treasure trove.

Lin Mu was having a blast picking them up. His hands, honed from years of being single, were moving at lightning speed, like a motor powered by a high voltage. Towards the end, he didn't even have time to see what he was picking up; he just grabbed whatever was there, afraid someone might come at him at any moment.

Just then, a series of hurried footsteps came from the entrance of the passage, chaotic and heavy, accompanied by the flickering light of torches.

Lin Mu's heart tightened, and he quickly extinguished the torch, hiding himself in the darkness. He crouched down against the wall, forgetting even to breathe for a moment, while placing one hand on the skeleton to keep it still.

The skeleton seemed to sense the tense atmosphere and stood perfectly still, as if it had been welded to its spot.

A group of people ran through the dead end, the torchlight flickering briefly at the entrance, illuminating the outline of their armor, before the dead end went dark again.

The footsteps faded into the distance; thankfully, they weren't running this way.

Lin Mu breathed a sigh of relief, but dared not light a torch or go out, fearing he would run into the group. He could only continue to use the dim light of the ever-burning torches coming from the passage entrance to bend down and pick up the remaining potions. There were still potions and a few gold coins scattered on the ground. He squatted down and groped in the dark to stuff them into his Qiankun bag.

He had just picked up two bottles of sun-dried water when he heard the footsteps of the group getting closer and closer, along with voices, as if they were turning back. Lin Mu immediately panicked and frantically pulled out the teleportation ring from his storage bag.

Chapter 77 Taking the Blame

But how do you use this thing? Da Bao's excitement and the arrival of the person made his mind go blank, and he completely forgot the information about the teleportation ring that Gu An had told him before.

Right now, I'm only thinking about using commands in the game, like "@move + coordinates" or "@teleport + coordinates".

But this world has no keyboard or input box, so he couldn't exactly shout at the ring, could he? He wore the teleportation ring and silently chanted "teleport," but there was no response.

Time ticked by, and the footsteps grew closer. He didn't have time to try again. He grabbed the skeleton's arm with one hand and reached for the random teleportation scroll at his waist with the other.

Just as he was about to crush the scroll, the torchlight shone into the dead end.

The orange-red light swept across the walls, across the medicine bottles scattered on the floor, across his straw hat and face mask, and then landed on the leader's face.

Lin Mu recognized the face: thick eyebrows, fierce eyes, an upright demeanor, wearing a bright green heavy helmet, and a Frost-Condensing Greatsword at his waist. It was his father-in-law, Qin Zhengchuan, Old Master Qin.

Old Master Qin also saw him, and his gaze lingered on him for a moment.

Lin Mu didn't have time to think and crushed the scroll. White light exploded from between his fingers, instantly enveloping him and the skeleton, the intense light forcing him to squint.

With a whoosh, the ground beneath my feet vanished, and I felt as if I had been pulled backward by an invisible hand. Everything in front of me—the dead end, the medicine bottle, and Old Master Qin's face—twisted, stretched, and shattered, turning into a white light.

Old Master Qin saw the figure wearing a bamboo hat, and then with a "whoosh," a flash of white light appeared, and the person and skeleton disappeared.

He glanced down at the massive blue corpse on the ground. The poison had dissipated, and the Woma leader had returned to his original color. His deep blue skin gleamed coldly in the torchlight, and his fleshy wings hung limply on the ground like two enormous withered leaves.

All that remained on the ground were a few small piles of gold coins and potions scattered everywhere.

Suddenly, as if struck by a sudden thought, his expression changed, and he abruptly waved his hand: "Run! Everyone, run!"

After saying that, he turned and left, his steps quick and hurried, the Frost Greatsword jingling at his waist.

Although most people didn't understand what was going on, seeing the old man's appearance, they didn't dare to ask any more questions and hurriedly left.

Some people were puzzled and muttered, "Weren't they looking for the Woma Cult Leader? Why are they leaving now that they've found him? Even though it's just a corpse, the potion scattered on the ground is worth a lot of money..."

Before he could finish speaking, someone grabbed his arm and dragged him out. "Don't ask anymore, let's go!" The person shut up, quickened their pace, and ran with the crowd deeper into the passage.

About two minutes after they left, a small group of seven or eight people came in. They were wearing a variety of equipment, some light and some heavy, and they didn't look like they belonged to any major guild. They had been leveling up on the first floor, but they heard that the Woma Leader had appeared on the second floor, so they came down to try their luck.

As soon as they entered the dead end, they saw the corpse of the Woma cult leader, and their eyes lit up. Scattered around the corpse were potions and gold coins, all gleaming in the light.

Someone squatted down and picked up a bottle of sun-dried water, then paused, stunned: "So much sun-dried water and you're not picking it up? What kind of person are you?"

No one answered him; everyone rushed to pick them up, shouting, "Quick, pick them up! Quick, pick them up!"

They had never seen so many things before, and their faces were full of smiles, as if they had found lucky money during the Lunar New Year. They didn't care whether the things on the ground were valuable or not; the feeling of scrambling to grab them, competing to be the fastest, was incredibly exciting for them.

Just as they were getting into the swing of things, footsteps came from the entrance of the passage again. The sound of armor clashing was crisp and powerful.

A group of people arrived, only about twenty people, but they were all dressed in professional clothes with the same logo that Lin Mu had seen before embroidered on their chests.

The warrior carried the Purgatory, the mage held a magic wand, and the Taoist held a silver snake. Behind them were skeletons as white as jade, their bones gleaming warmly in the torchlight, clearly carefully nurtured.

The leader glanced at the corpse of the Woma cult leader on the ground and the few people who were still bending down to pick up things, and his face darkened.

He stepped forward, took out a token from his pocket, and held it high. The torchlight shone on the token, and its dark metallic luster shone faintly in the dim passage.

His voice wasn't loud, but it was like a hammer striking an anvil, each word spitting out: "The Imperial Guard is on duty. Everyone, stay put."

The men froze, nearly dropping the medicine bottles in their hands. Before they could reply, the Imperial Guards stepped forward and subdued them, pressing their shoulders swiftly and decisively.

Someone cried out in protest, their voice shrill and urgent: "What! What are you doing? We didn't do anything! We just picked up some things!"

Someone said defiantly, "What right do you Imperial Guards have to arrest people? We want to see Her Majesty the Empress!" The voice echoed in the passage, but the Imperial Guards remained expressionless and unmoved.

An older soldier stepped out from behind, clad in battle armor, his face weathered by time, his eyes sharp as an eagle's. He stared at the group and coldly asked:

Who picked up the teleportation ring?

Several people shook their heads.

"What teleportation ring? I've never seen one before."

"We only picked up some medicine, nothing else."

A moment later, the search party returned, shook their heads, and whispered to the leader, "There are no Woma horns in their storage bags or on the ground, not even any Woma equipment."

The leader's face darkened further. He knew in his heart that the Woma Cult Leader was most likely not killed by these few people, and the teleportation ring had probably been taken by someone else. But he needed to give his superiors a result and an explanation, and as for whether it was the truth or not... he couldn't care less anymore.

Anyway, the item is gone, but someone has to take the blame, and these people... are perfect!

He paused for a few seconds, his gaze sweeping over the faces of those people. Without another word, he waved his hand: "Possessing a teleportation ring and participating in the attack on the Golden Guard. Lock them in spirit shackles and take them away."

The Soul-Locking Ring is a black iron ring covered with densely packed runes. The moment it was fastened to their wrists, the men instantly felt most of their strength drained away, their legs went weak, they couldn't summon any magic, and even breathing became difficult.

The group hurriedly explained, their voices trembling. Some said, "We really didn't pick it up," while others said, "We were just passing by."

The leader ignored them completely, giving them a cold glance: "You won't confess, huh? Take them away..."

The Imperial Guards escorted the men, pushing and shoving them as they walked out, their footsteps rhythmic and heavy, gradually fading into the distance.

At this moment, Lin Mu was randomly teleported to an unknown location by a teleportation scroll.

When the white light faded, he found himself standing in an unfamiliar passage, surrounded by complete darkness, with only a few torches burning faintly on the walls.

He regained his balance, but his head was still spinning, and his stomach was churning, like the first time he rode a roller coaster, feeling dizzy and disoriented.

He shook his head, closed his eyes for a few seconds to calm the nausea. Then he first touched the Qiankun bag in his arms, which was still there, and then looked down at the skeleton tucked under his arm, which had also come along.

Chapter 78 is all top-notch.

Only then did he remember that Gu An had told him that the teleportation ring could only teleport a short distance. He looked around to make sure no one was there, then squatted down and took out the equipment he had picked up one by one to examine it.

First, there was the ring I had hastily put on my hand. It had a gold band, and its surface was inlaid with tiny white beads, bumpy and uneven, like miniature pearls squeezed together. When the torchlight shone on it, the white beads had a warm, matte sheen, while the ring band gleamed with a cold, golden light.

[Teleportation Ring, requires level 12]

It had such simple and unadorned attributes, nothing special. But Lin Mu knew that those people had gone to such lengths just now, all for this.

The second ring was much more exquisite. It was made entirely of gold, with a deep blue gemstone set in the face, surrounded by delicate gold ornaments, a design that was both understated and refined. It felt heavy in the hand, more than twice as heavy as the teleportation ring.

[Memory Ring, Taoist Skills 1-3, Requires Level 26]

Well, I was originally thinking of trying to see if wearing just a memory equipment could help me remember coordinates like Gu An said, but now that people need to be level 26 to wear a memory ring, and I'm only level 20, there's no point in even thinking about it.

Lin Mu sighed and put the memory ring into his Qiankun bag.

The next item was a scroll, its yellowed pages covered with densely packed runes, and its ends were sealed with purple silk.

[Random Teleportation Scroll]