Gou Zai God seeks longevity

Chapter 42
After returning from the underground trade fair, Jia Ren immediately made Gui Ling Ointment and was busy practicing, allowing Si Mingkong to live two more days.

Today is his death day.

Use Gengjin finger?
The spell will have spiritual fluctuations, not to mention that it will arouse Siming Kong's vigilance, and there is a certain probability of attracting the Five Elements School.

Try not to take risks on your own.

Jia Ren came to the insect breeding room and looked at the three black mosquitoes of different species.

Since having the blood of the turtle demon, the three black mosquitoes of different species have recovered, and their spirits are no longer listless.

The two non-flying black mosquitoes acted as rice bugs obediently, and there was no sign of laying eggs for a short time.

Only a heterogeneous black mosquito can be used as a murder weapon.

"Raise soldiers for a thousand days, and use them for a while!"

"It's time to prove your worth!"

Controlling the heterogeneous black mosquito to stop at the shoulder, Jia Ren went along the No. [-] tunnel, and arrived at the edge of the passage not long after.

The layout is similar to that of No. [-] tunnel, only two feet away from Siming Kong's secret room.

The small hole left on the mud wall was reopened, and through the wormhole, one could vaguely see Si Mingkong two feet away.

He kept pacing back and forth, looking restless.

"Where did Jia Ren hide?"

"Ask many fellow Taoists, but no one knows his whereabouts."

Si Mingkong is afraid of Jia Ren, since he met him at the trade fair, he has always felt uneasy.

He never forgot the scars and pain on his face, and the thought of killing Jia Ren never stopped.

Unfortunately, after the trade fair ended, Jia Ren seemed to disappear from the world.

The unknown is scary.

"If he dares to come to the door, he must die without a place to bury him."

Under the dim light of the candlelight, the burnt face looked hideous like a ghost.

Jia Ren was not in a hurry to strike, he was very patient, like a seasoned hunter, waiting for his prey to show his weakness.

Two hours passed.

Si Mingkong, with all his heart turned to the sky, meditated and practiced.

The opportunity is coming!

Get rid of him!

Under Jia Ren's order, the heterogeneous black mosquito got into the wormhole and cautiously approached Si Mingkong.

The moment they entered the underground secret room where Si Mingkong was, the black mosquitoes of different species stopped keeping a low profile and suddenly exploded, flapping their wings and flying towards Si Mingkong.

"Hey, there seems to be the sound of mosquitoes."

"Why are there mosquitoes in the underground chamber?"

As soon as Si Mingkong opened his eyes, he saw a black-lighted mosquito zooming in sharply in front of his eyes.

"what?!"

Without giving him a chance to react, the sharp mouthparts of the heterogeneous black mosquito pierced into the head with black light, and the solid skull was defenseless, and it would be broken with one stab.

Black light burst out along the mouthparts, and Si Mingkong still had the strength to resist.

Until the black light pierced the head, the brains gushed out along the gap in the back of the head.

Si Mingkong's body froze, and he fell to the ground lifeless.

It never occurred to him to hide in an underground secret room and practice, and he just died like this...

Obviously, there are many backhands arranged, no matter who sneaks in, they can be found immediately.

Even if Jia Ren wanted to attack, he would fall into a trap.

Unexpectedly, none came in handy.

The black light on the body of the heterogeneous black mosquito was dim, and the explosion just now consumed a lot.

It landed on Si Mingkong's body, sucking blood greedily, until his abdomen became three circles bigger, glowing with blood, and then returned along the tunnel as if he was drunk.

The person is dead, and the make-up knife is saved.

Mosquitoes don't talk too much.

"Open the tunnel."

The enemy is dead, and it's time to claim the spoils.

The hornworm got busy and quickly expanded the gap, and in less than half a cup of tea time, it was connected to Si Mingkong's underground secret room.

"Murderers, people will always kill them!"

Jia Ren confirmed that there was no hidden danger on Si Mingkong's body, and took off the storage bag on Si Mingkong's waist.

"It's comfortable now!"

Holding the storage bag belonging to Si Mingkong in his hand, the mood of failing to steal the teacher was much more relaxed.

Open the storage bag and take out the treasure inside.

One word, poor!

Compared with Jiexiu, who died in Jia Ren's hands before, he was not at the same level at all.

Nine spirit stones and five broken spirits.

Lingmi weighs twelve catties and six liang.

35 catties of ordinary rice.

A low-grade black knife weapon.

A piece of earth armor talisman.

Two sound transmission symbols.

Ten Explosive Talismans.

Gold 240 five taels.

Other than that, no more...

Compared with when I first arrived, I was much stronger.

The fourth level of Qi Refining is a bit poor.

This is the normal state of low-level casual cultivators.

Si Mingkong paid at least five spirit stones to build the old stone house, who knows what else will cost?
After hiding for nearly a month, sitting and eating, there is not much wealth left in his hands.

If he wasn't poor, how could he be interested in the business of counterfeiting bait?
"There are not many spirit stones, and I am in a good mood after solving a big enemy."

Before it was replaced, Si Mingkong's body would definitely be burned, destroying his body and obliterating any traces.

now……

Jia Ren took out a large water bag, cut open Siming Kong's neck and let the blood out.

The spiritual blood in the cultivator's body is used to feed the black mosquitoes of different species. I don't know how long they will hide underground. The more spiritual blood reserves, the better.

The ground horn worms are sent to eat, saving a lot of spiritual rice for cultivating the ground horn worms, which can be regarded as waste utilization.

The bones that cannot be chewed are then burned with fire bombs.

So far, all traces left by Si Mingkong in the world have been erased.

"Look again and see if there is anything missing."

Jia Ren came to the stone house along the tunnel, and saw the explosive charms pasted everywhere.

This is a trap used to deal with intruders, if you break into it rashly, it will definitely trigger the explosive talisman.

Si Mingkong suffered a big loss from Jia Ren, a newly learned method.

If Jia Ren dares to come, he will treat him in his own way.

As a result, Jia Ren didn't follow the routine and dug a tunnel underground to sneak attack.

The traps laid out are useless...

"That's right, I got a few new Explosive Talismans."

Jia Ren put away the explosive symbols one by one, adding up all of them, the number was close to twenty.

"time to go!"

"The underground secret room is handled properly to prevent anyone from discovering the tunnel."

Si Mingkong's disappearance might attract attention, and Jia Ren didn't want anyone to find out about him.

Carefully wiped away the traces, and sent horned worms to fill the passage for nearly five feet.

In a short time, this back road is not planned to be used.

"Retreat for a few days, I don't know if there are new changes."

"Continue to improve the proficiency level of the turtle breath technique, and listen to the information by the way."

Turtle breathing technique is not far from the master level, and there is no delay in liver proficiency and obtaining information.

Jia Ren habitually probed into the corner of the female cultivator surnamed Wang first.

Recently, the business of Shuangxiu has not been good, and many of them have not been patronized.

Only those who are full and warm will have special ideas. Many casual cultivators are so poor that they have nothing to cook, so they are not willing to continue squandering spirit stones.

There was no information for a long time, so I left decisively.

"If I remember correctly, tomorrow is when the fair will reopen."

If there is no accident in the underground trade fair, it will be opened once every seven days at a specific time.

This is the established safe time.

Jia Ren still came to Fang Wu's residence, looking towards the underground trade fair, only to see a black hole below.

After scanning for a while, he couldn't find any trace of Fang Wu.

Not sure if anyone is there.

Wu Laodao was even more dull, fearing that it would be difficult to obtain useful information.

Jia Ren approached habitually, hoping to gain something.

"Fellow Daoist Wu, I really want to learn the art of hunting monsters, and pay a hundred spirit stones to my teacher."

There was no one in the underground secret room, but a familiar voice came out.

"Friend Daoist Shen was joking."

"The witch-hunting talisman is the foundation of my life, and I will never sell it!"

"Admonish fellow Taoists not to think about killing people to seize treasures. I have already destroyed the skill of making monster-seeking talismans. It is impossible to get them if you kill me."

Wu Laodao coldly refused, not wavering for the ceremony of worshiping a teacher with a hundred spirit stones.

"Fellow Daoist, please come back!"

"Oh, Shen is being abrupt."

"Fellow Daoist Wu wants to sell the monster hunting talisman, please let me know."

(End of this chapter)