Chapter 4 Handling

Wang Zijia carefully opened the package with a dagger. What made him frown was that there were not many things inside. A handwritten copy, a bottle of unknown medicine powder, and a set of clothes.

The clothes were exactly the same as the ones he had on him and the work clothes for the shops, and they were almost the same as the old and the new. The only difference was that the one he had spitted blood on him, and there was some stain, but the one in his pocket was not there.

After picking it with a dagger and not finding the danger, he first looked at the handwritten brochure.

The handwritten small characters inside look like something recorded.

Core attention character: Xiang Ji

Position: Wanyuzhai First floor, talisman area shopkeeper

Relationship: Direct leader.

Status: Strange

Introduction: Intermediate boy cultivator and an outer disciple of Wanyu Sect, because of his age, he was placed outside Wanyu City and served as the shopkeeper of Wanyu Fuzhai on the first floor. He was in charge of the sales of low-level talismans on the first floor. He should be cautious in contact with them...

"Um?"

If you remember correctly, is this the information of the predecessor's boss?

The iron rice bowl inherited by my predecessor was to do odd jobs in Wanyuzhai, the talisman area. His immediate superior was Xiang Ji, and the only one who had direct contact with Taoist practitioners was Xiang Ji.

Looking at the information on the homepage of the manuscript, he frowned slightly and quickly started to look through it.

Sure enough, the booklet records all the information from the predecessor. From the relationship between characters, martial arts, and even some living habits, it is so detailed that it is a bit too much.

He looked down at the deceased who looked seventy-six minutes into him, and then looked at the film mask in his hand. It was self-evident what the other party was going to do.

So the predecessor was poisoned to death, was this guy doing it?

To replace him?

Why?

Could it be...

In my mind, in the secret room, the token in the small box flashed away.

He suddenly had a rough guess about the experience of the original family.

As he thought, he carefully picked up the last small medicine bottle in the other party's package. He carefully opened the cork, and the powder fell, and a faint pungent smell spread out.

Wang Zijia subconsciously covered her nose.

"poison?"

"I'm afraid my predecessor is not dead?"

"I can't bring poison even if I'm not dead. Just finish the attack, right?"

Thoughts were fruitless for a long time. Wait, why should I be afraid of poison?

There is an equivalent exchange balance. For me, poison is no different from a medicine that improves cultivation?

And...it's OK...

In a flash of inspiration, Wang Zijia let go of his hand and deliberately smelled it.

Smelling a faint pungent smell, consciousness quickly sinks into the sea of ​​consciousness, looking at the golden scale, thoughts flash by.

With Wang Zijia's thoughts, a new black iron light spot weight emerged.

Weight: Inferior quality corpse powder

Value: None

Introduction: It is highly toxic and has miraculous effects on corpses. It is best to pour it into the wound of the corpse. If swallowed by a living person, it will burn the stomach. Taking a certain dose will cause the liver to die. Of course, being able to swallow him requires a certain amount of IQ failure or mental retardation.

Looking at the weights, Wang Zijia's eyes lit up.

Can it be identified in disguise?

At least poison should be possible, and even most drugs that act on the body should be identified in this way!

As his thoughts, the newly appeared light spots in his hand flashed quickly and disappeared in a moment.

After all, it is something used on corpses. Even if it is highly toxic, he only sucks a little breath. This small toxin does not need to be detoxified specifically, and it will be quickly solved by the body's immune system.

The light spot of the weight disappeared, Wang Zijia came to his senses slightly, and looked at the medicine powder in his hand, and gently shook some medicine powder on the wound of the corpse beside him.

"Sher......"

As the medicine powder was poured into the wound, it seemed as if it had encountered super concentrated sulfuric acid, the wound of the corpse continued to bubble, and bursts of blue smoke rose, and the corrosion spread rapidly.

"vomit!"

As the smoke rose, a foul stinking filled his breath and suddenly rushed into his breath, causing Wang Zijia, who was caught off guard, to retching directly.

"Damn it, what a ghost medicine? Why is this smelly? How come it smells so smelly!"

Wang Zijia's face turned green, she opened the window again, and quickly came to the study door, opened the door, and left the room even after escaping.

Standing outside the house, looking at the corpse that was constantly corroding in the room with lingering fear. The stench was a bit strange. Although it was extremely smelly, it spread and faded very quickly.

After leaving the room, I could only smell a faint stench.

“Gurulu……………”

My stomach screamed again, looked at the corpse that was constantly melting in the room, feeling the growing hunger in my belly. Wang Zijia was not guarding outside the room, and wanted to come to the bedroom and check it out.

When Wang Zijia found out that the other party had just broken the window and did not touch anything, he breathed a sigh of relief. In the cabinet, he took out some pastries and walked towards the kitchen while eating them.

After entering the kitchen, Wang Zijia had a sudden meal. As a person with good cooking skills, he was like a person who had read many chef manuals but had never entered the kitchen.

Head: I know, hand: No, you don’t know!

‘Uh………How to cook, let me think about it!’

After a while of confusion, I began to cook rice based on my memory with great disgust.

‘Damn it, I shouldn’t have filled all the weights just now!’

As the cooking situation continued, Wang Zijia complained. But there was no way, he could not re-enact the martial arts of more than 80-point value, right?

And it cannot be exchanged directly. In other words, if you want to exchange cooking skills, you have to add something besides martial arts worth over 80 yuan, and exchange them for cooking skills together.

Do you want to turn cooking into a spell?

A monk who enters the Tao with a kitchen?

Cooking?

Going crazy!

Before she could figure it out completely, Wang Zijia didn't plan to mess around like this and exchange it randomly with her easy golden fingers.

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After a while of rushing, Wang Zijia made a meal.

Looking at the things in front of him who didn't know whether to count as porridge or dry rice, Wang Zijia was speechless for a while. As a big shot who practiced cooking skills to a value of five points, he fully experienced the horror of gold fingers after cooking such a thing in a long time!

"Well, it's a bit burnt, and it's talented!" After taking a sip, Wang Zijia smashed her mouth and muttered.

After taking out the jerky meat in the room, Wang Zijia started eating it.

After all, he is a descendant of a practitioner and can barely be considered a second generation of practitioners. His family conditions are pretty good, and there are a lot of good things in the kitchen.

Therefore, Wang Zijia filled her stomach for a while and looked at the messy kitchen in pain.

'It seems that you can't just redeem this weight. Even silver weights related to experience cannot be exchanged randomly, otherwise you will lose your basic ability to live by accident.'

‘You must be even more careful when it comes to black iron weights in terms of your body, otherwise it would be impossible to kill yourself!’

As I thought, I threw the bowls and chopsticks aside. I didn’t want to do it tonight, so let the nanny do it tomorrow!

After leaving the room and returning to the study room, the smell in the room had almost dissipated, with only a slight odor. It seemed that it would not be dissipated until tomorrow morning.

When I arrived at the corpse, I found that the other party had disappeared, leaving only a slightly corroded black suit and a pool of turbid, yellowed and viscous liquid.

"I miscalculated and I should move out and do it in the yard!"

As he spoke, Wang Zijia endured the disgust and started cleaning.

After a long time of busyness, I cleaned up everything.

"This corpse-transforming powder is a good thing. All the inferior ones are like this. There will be no trace of high-quality products? It seems that this thing should not be cheap. It may be a medicine powder produced by monks."

Seeing that there was only half a bottle left, saving some money and could barely use the medicine powder twice, Wang Zijia got up and put it carefully into the drawer of the study room.

After checking for a while, after nothing was missing, I came to my bedroom.

Lying on the bed, but I couldn't sleep. I tossed and turned for a while, my mind was constantly flying. I was a little confused about what to do in my previous life, and I was a little confused about what to do in the future. I couldn't fall asleep!

Finally, I couldn't sleep, so I simply came to the sea of ​​consciousness again and began to study the specific uses of the gold finger. I couldn't exchange it randomly like before, and it ended up making it difficult for me to take care of myself.

With the research, he discovered many tips.

The most surprising discovery is that the weights can be split and there is no need to redeemed them all.

Some weights can be divided into a value for exchange at the lowest level, while some weights can be split arbitrarily. A thumb-sized weight can be split into countless light spot weights, especially black iron weights for the body.
To be continued...