I'm a cannon fodder, and it makes sense to know XNUMX million points of skills, right?

Chapter 78 The opportunity to call the watchman
"Knock on the door yourself. Knock three times and wait. The Duke will hear you."

The boy with dead fish eyes looked more like a puppet than a puppet, with no energy in his body. After speaking, he hurriedly left with a dead face, never looking at Zhong Lingge from the beginning to the end.

Zhong Lingge walked forward very obediently, raised his hand and knocked on the heavy wooden door three times, then stood silently outside and waited.

Her consciousness clearly saw inside. A middle-aged man in his 40s with disheveled hair was lying on his side on the couch, with one hand supporting his chin and dozing off. There was a knock on the door, and he just lazily raised his eyes. He looked at the shadow reflected on the paper window, and then opened the door with a wave of his hand.

"Did Sun Liu Niang ask you to come?"

The middle-aged man watched Zhong Lingge step in, confusion flashing in his eyes.

The little girl who looked to be only thirteen or fourteen years old showed no sign of cowardice or trembling. Every young girl who came here before was scared. No matter how brave she was, none of them were as leisurely and comfortable as she was. She looked as if she was admiring flowers at home. Look.

Zhong Lingge didn't answer his words. He walked around the room, looking here and there, and his spiritual consciousness also found out the formation in the back room.

When she got tired of watching, she walked over and sat on the guest seat, pouring herself a cup of tea.

"Well, the person who brought me here is named Sun."

"Do you know where this is? Do you know who I am?"

The middle-aged man was irritated by her relaxed and somewhat contemptuous attitude. He stood up from the couch suddenly and deliberately used magic to come to Zhong Lingge in the blink of an eye.

"Aren't you afraid of me? Haha, interesting."

"Afraid you'll be all greasy if you don't wash up?"

Zhong Lingge rolled his eyes, not wanting to go around in circles with him, so he used the disguise technique to reveal his true appearance, and waved his hand to push him further away in his surprised gaze.

"Tell me where the formation inside comes from?"

"Xianchang?"

The middle-aged man was so frightened that his liver and gallbladder were split apart. He lay on the ground without daring to raise his head. He no longer dared to pretend to show off his trivial skills like before, and his heart almost jumped into his throat.

"I, I picked up a book. The book said that if you do this, you can become an immortal, live for hundreds or even thousands of years, and enjoy all the glory and wealth in the world."

"What book? Bring it to me."

Zhong Lingge smelled the smell of a scam pamphlet. Anyone who guaranteed others to live hundreds or even thousands of years was a scam.

The middle-aged man knelt on the ground and crawled to the couch where he had just been lying. He took out a thin blue-covered book from under the cushion, then crawled over and placed it on the table, then stepped back obediently for a distance.

"Immortal, please read this. This is the book that led me to practice. It says that this is a brand-new cultivation system. As long as you practice diligently, you will be even more powerful than the immortals of Jiulian Immortal Mountain when you practice it diligently."

Zhong Lingge was speechless as soon as he read it. This is the most common exercise in the evil way, "Three Bloody Curses". This middle-aged man still has several torn fragments of this book. It is strange that he can practice it successfully.None of the evil cultivators' skills are of high grade, and no matter how powerful they are, they are only of Xuan level. This "Three Blood Evil Curses" is even a rubbish skill that cannot even be considered as a top level one. It blindly allows people to steal the vitality of others for cultivation. Advancement is fast in the early stage, but rejection will gradually appear in the later stage of Qi refining.

Everyone's vitality and spiritual energy are different and unique. If an evil cultivator absorbs so many different vitality and spiritual energy into the body, and does not have a clever way to sort it out, the meridians and Dantian will be destroyed sooner or later.

"How many people have you killed so far?"

"Just, just three or five. A little more."

The middle-aged man heard the coldness in her tone and knew that his cultivation must have violated a taboo, but he knew nothing about the realm of immortal cultivation, and he felt aggrieved when he thought about it.

"Excuse me, Immortal. It's all because I was ignorant and believed in this book. I was confused and took the wrong path. But I didn't mean it! Immortal really wants to punish, and I should punish those who throw this book everywhere!"

"Where did you pick up the book? And how did you become the new Duke of Xia Jin Kingdom? Please tell me."

Zhong Lingge didn't comment on his plea for mercy, and only continued to ask what he wanted to know.

The middle-aged man did not dare to hide it: "I used to be a watchman in the old Imperial Master's mansion. The Imperial Master announced a few days ago that his life span has expired and he will be buried in the mansion. He asked us to wait for a month before sorting out his remains. Buried in the ancestral grave of his mortal family. During that time, I often went down the mountain to have wine, and occasionally walked back at night, but that night——"

A half-drunk middle-aged man was walking on the mountain road when he saw a light and shadow flashing in front of him in the distance. Normally, he would have been scared to death, but because he was drunk and emboldened, he stepped forward and yelled at the shadow to scold him.

As he got closer, he found that there were no people or ghosts around him, only a glowing book floating in front of him.

"I thought it was the old Imperial Master who came out, and I knelt down to say hello, but there was still no sound nearby. So I boldly went to get the book, and as soon as I got it, I got it. It glowed by itself, and the words on it You can see clearly that it is a method of cultivation!”

The middle-aged man was so excited that he couldn't restrain himself. He put the book in his arms and ran down the mountain. He didn't care about the affairs of the Imperial Master's Office anymore and fled to the wilderness to draw Qi into his body according to the instructions in the book.

However, there is no aura in the ordinary wilderness, and coupled with the low level of the technique, he stopped responding halfway through.But he still doesn't know that he has failed. He just thinks that cultivation is so short and quick.

"I discovered that I could break big rocks with my hands. I was so proud that I thought that the old Imperial Master was going to die anyway, so I might as well go to the palace and nominate myself as the new Imperial Master. But the emperor said that the old Imperial Master's bones were still cold and could not be crossed, so he sealed me A new Duke has given this Duke’s Mansion and no other benefits!”

"It seems that the emperor is quite smart. You continue."

Zhong Lingge has great doubts about the emergence of the technique. Who is giving away the remaining evil skills in the ordinary world? What is the purpose of this seemingly thankless effort?
The middle-aged man continued: "I thought that being the Duke would mean that I would be below a few people and above all the people. Who would have thought that from the princes and nobles down to the dawn of time, the common people would not take me seriously, and there are still people who are laughing at me behind my back. It’s better to perform on the streets than to break a stone in your chest!”

Even though he is middle-aged, he still has trouble breathing. He has been working as a watchman all his life, and has been a servant all his life. He finally got the opportunity to cultivate into an immortal, but these mortals still don't take him seriously!
"I know that my skills are not as good as those of the old master. He can retrieve objects from the air and come to him from a distance in a flash, but I can't."

A monk who has just introduced Qi into his body cannot do it without practicing serious magic. Of course, a middle-aged man cannot do it with a bucket and a half of water.

Zhong Lingge ignored his complaints and urged him to continue talking about the topic.

"The more they look down on me, the more I want to succeed in cultivation and let them see how powerful I am! I practiced day and night in the house, except for eating and sleeping, but the result still didn't work. Until last night On the night of the waning moon, I drank too much and saw another phantom dangling in front of me——"

(End of this chapter)