Chapter 17 Windfall “Did you kill him?” Before Luo Chen could answer, Wang Yuan nodded to himself. “It seems so.” With Luo Chen's nervous look on his face, he walked to the charred body and waved his sword. The head, which was so burned that no one could see the face, was casually cut off. Wang Yuan glanced at the nervous Luo Chen and the storage bag in his hand with a somewhat complicated look. The night breeze is slightly cool, and the blood-stained body is even colder. Luo Chen showed an ugly smile and said, "Brother Wang, I haven't finished reading that book yet." As if he remembered something, Wang Yuan's complex eyes gradually narrowed, and his eyelids drooped again.
“Go home early, Dahefang is very dangerous at night.” "Uh-huh." Luo Chen turned around and left, but after hesitating for a moment, he walked over and carried the snakeskin bag filled with herbs on his back with difficulty. That was his entire net worth. Looking at Luo Chen’s back as he was about to walk out of the alley, Wang Yuan sighed inexplicably. “I will give you this in exchange for this head.” A black nail as long as a chopstick fell at Luo Chen's feet. There were bright red blood stains on the black nail, and even some meat foam mixed with it. “Brother Wang, you’re welcome.” “Go away, go to the woods, don’t go to the road.” "Um." With a heavy hum, Luo Chen got into the woods without looking back. In the alleyway, Wang Yuan stood there for a while holding three human heads, and then gradually disappeared into the darkness. . Ding! “Hoo!” Luo Chen was half leaning on the foot of the bed like a dead fish, covered in sweat and even his pants were soaked. On the ground in front of his bed was another soul-breaking nail driven into his waist. Enduring the severe pain, Luo Chen grabbed the bottles and jars nearby and poured them into the wound. This is his home-made healing medicine, specially designed to deal with the danger of frying during the alchemy process. It has helped a lot in the past.
Today, there is a bigger place to use it! When the medicinal powder enters the body, a cool feeling arises spontaneously, followed by burning pain. “Grass! Grass, grass, grass” Growling curses sounded from time to time. Luo Chen has never been as angry as he is now. Not angry at the harm caused to him by his enemies, but angry at his own weakness. If you were as strong as Wang Yuan, you wouldn't be in this situation today. Luo Chen finally breathed a sigh of relief after the wound was **** with a cloth bandage. Enduring the pain, he came to the living room, opened the snakeskin bag, and placed the various herbs inside on various shelves. These low-level medicinal herbs and spiritual materials cannot be mixed together for a long time, otherwise the effect will be greatly reduced. The stumbling steps looked pitiful under the oil lamp as big as a bean. Luo Chen even felt that this scene was very similar to the scene in his previous life when he went to work despite being sick after surgery. “You can’t escape a life of hard work no matter where you go. No wonder my lifespan in my previous life was only seventy-five years old.” After doing all this, he had time to lie down on the bed. The pain that kept coming from his waist made him obviously too tired to stand it, but he couldn't sleep either. Helping, I can only find something else to do to distract my attention. “Look at that guy who has a shorter life than me, what good things he has.” The storage bags of monks in the Qi Refining Stage are all undefended, because without spiritual awareness, they naturally cannot set up restrictions. After the owner dies, the mana mark on it will naturally dissipate. Luo Chen mobilized his remaining spiritual power and opened the storage bag. A large number of things instantly crowded his wooden bed. “Today is a big market day, and this guy bought a lot of things.” A low-grade robe, a box of soothing incense, five bottles of Bigu Pill, a bottle of Qi-nourishing Pill, a bottle of Jingui Powder, and a stack of talismans. There was also a pile of dry spiritual grass, which took up most of the area of his bed. Other than these things, it is the spiritual stone that Luo Chen is most concerned about. “Ninety-two low-grade spiritual stones, damn, he is a poor man!” Luo Chen cursed and then happily put the things back one by one. There are indeed very few spiritual stones, which are not worthy of the fifth level of Qi refining.
But the value of other things far exceeds these ninety-two low-grade spiritual stones. Let’s not talk about the low-grade robe. Although it is a bit worn and should have been worn by the short-lived ghost before, it is worth at least hundreds of spirit stones if sold. The activation speed of this thing is higher than that of talisman and seal. That's why Luo Chen was able to activate it quickly before. When the short-lived ghost was hit in the face by the fireball spell, he immediately activated the defensive light shield that came with the robe. If it were a complete middle-grade robe, it would be able to sustain six or seven fireballs. Unfortunately, it had been destroyed by Wang Yuan before. Can't even hold on to the third shot. Within three breaths, it was too late to use other methods against the seriously injured Chen Xiao. Five bottles of Bigu Pill are not worth much, and the quality is not as good as Luo Chen's own refinement, but they are still worth a spiritual stone. As for the others, they are very valuable. Anshen incense, one of the best external objects for low-level monks to assist in their cultivation. A piece of soothing incense a day is enough for a monk to practice five more natal skills. It is said to be able to restore the fragile souls of low-level monks. One box contains twelve plants, worth one hundred and twenty spiritual stones. Not to mention the Qi Nourishing Pill, the pattern mark on it shows that it comes from the Spiritual Medicine Pavilion. The price is the same, a bottle of one hundred spiritual stones! Good stuff, after swallowing and refining, it can increase spiritual power. As for the stack of talismans and seals, based on Luo Chen's experience, they should be worth fifty or sixty spiritual stones. He didn't recognize the dried spiritual grass that filled the bed, but he bought such a large amount in the storage bag, which meant it must be useful. With this calculation, the total value is four hundred spirit stones! What a windfall! Sure enough, a horse will not be fat without night grass, and a man will not be rich without windfall. In just a short period of time tonight, Luo Chen's net worth quadrupled. And what he gained the most was not these things. It’s the storage bag itself! The volume is not large, just one square, and it is the smallest and cheapest storage bag. But in the Wanbao Tower, it is worth ten thousand! I don’t know if the short-lived ghost was given to me by others or stolen. Anyway, he definitely couldn’t afford it. In other words, most low-level monks cannot afford even the smallest storage bag. This kind of thing is standard equipment for disciples of the inner sects of large sects, and even the outer sects are not worthy of it! “It’s done, it’s been done!”
“It’s no wonder that killing people and seizing treasures is one of the most classic scenes in online articles. No matter what the subject matter, it has its place.” “It’s just that the risk is too great. If you’re not careful, you’ll overturn and your whole life’s hard work will be ruined.” Tonight, two murders and treasure grabbing occurred in front of Luo Chen. That Li Zixiong from the Dajiang Gang gathered three people to surround and kill Wang Yuan, but the result was overturned! The short-lived ghost at the fifth level of Qi Refining, intended to kill Luo Chen instantly, but the consequences were overturned! “Such a dangerous matter should be left to professionals. I can’t bear to be frightened.” Luo Chen thought for a while and picked up the last jade bottle that was not put into the storage bag. Jinkui San, one of the signature elixirs of Lingyao Pavilion. It has an excellent healing effect on any damage caused by metal magic weapons, and the price is only ten spirit stones. It is of high quality and low price, and has always been loved by Dahefang casual cultivators. After smelling it, the smell was fine and it was not poison. And few people would put poison in healing elixir bottles in their storage bags. It would be great fun if you take the wrong medicine when you are seriously injured and confused. It means that you have to work hard to untie the tied cloth belt again. Sighing, Luo Chen had no choice but to take action. At noon the next day, Luo Chen woke up in a daze. This is a rare occasion when he sleeps in late. In the latter half of the night, he couldn't resist his weakness and fell asleep. With his eyes wide open, Luo Chen lay on the bed in a daze for a while, then gritted his teeth and forced himself to get up from the bed. No matter how hard it is, there is no reason to lie down and let it go. Going to the living room, he picked up a handful of spiritual grass and spread it on the dustpan, ready to take it out to dry. Opening the door, the midday sun kept his eyes from opening for a while. When he got used to it, he suddenly found Wang Yuan standing outside. The other party tossed it casually, and something fell into the dustpan filled with spiritual grass. “Take it, you will be a member of the Poshan Gang from now on.” "When someone makes trouble for you, just say that I, Wang Yuan, is the one who is covering it up." Luo Chen looked at the iron token in the dustpan, his eyes dazed. “Thank you, Brother Wang.” Wang Yuan waved his hand and said, "Thank you. When I was at my lowest, you lent me a few bottles of Bigu Pills on credit, and I didn't even say thank you."
“Alright, I’ll give you the things and I’ll go back first. The outer city may be a little uneven next, so be careful when going in and out.” After saying that, he turned around and left without any hesitation. (End of this chapter)