His father was originally a practitioner, and a practitioner of the Wanyu Immortal Sect. Although he was a handyman who could not even enter the outer sect, he was kicked out.
But for such a person, after decades of accumulation, the properties purchased will not be too rubbish.
In addition to the study room, there is a kitchen, two large bedrooms, a living room in the main room, a side room, and a large yard, with an old peach tree planted in the yard.
All added up, there are more than 100 or 200 square meters. In the previous life, it was considered a standard villa and mansion with a yard.
'Haha, I have been around for more than 20 years in my previous life, but I haven't made a name for myself. Now that I have just traveled through time, I have become a homeowner, and I have an iron rice bowl. What does this mean? '
'Time travel to become rich? '
The thought flashed through his mind, and he shook his head with some self-mockery. As he walked towards the door, he reached out and took out a fire note from his pocket.
Before entering the secret room, he had lit an oil lamp in his study, but now that the oil lamp had burned out, it was clear that he had been in the secret room for a long time, as could be seen from the dried blood in the secret room.
"call······"
Hold the fire folding piece, cross it over the desk, blow it gently, and prepare to light the movable lamp similar to a lantern at the door of the study.
"Dong..."
Suddenly, a slight sound sounded from the garden, as if someone jumped in from outside the yard.
"Um?"
Wang Zijia, who had already entered the martial arts hall, was instantly stunned. He decisively stopped his movements, covered the fire folding bag, put it in his arms, quietly came to the window, and looked towards the courtyard through the window in the moonlight.
The dim moonlight scattered in the courtyard, preventing it from being completely dark, but only a vague shadow could be seen.
In the empty yard, an old peach tree cast a shadow under the moonlight, making the yard look a bit deep. At the edge of the yard, a vague black figure was standing against the wall and looking around cautiously.
Looking at the black shadow, Wang Zijia's heart skipped a beat.
The black shadow seemed to have been waiting for a long time. After looking around the dark yard and seeing no lights or human voices, he walked directly towards the bedroom where he originally lived. His purpose seemed clear.
It seems that the other party is very familiar with the yard?
At least not unfamiliar.
Wang Zijia became nervous instantly because the other person was not only wearing black clothes, but also holding a knife.
His father died suddenly, his body was poisoned, and at this moment, the man in black entered at night... By combining the information in his memory, if you add it all up, you can use your toes to think that something bad happened.
It might even be the mastermind behind it, the kind who came to collect the corpse.
There was not much time to think, Wang Zijia quickly disappeared into his mind.
The scale trembled slightly, and the silver experience weight emerged. With a quick wave of his hand, he put all the weights that belonged to his previous life, such as [One Hundred and Eight Postures] and [Eye Exercises], into them.
Then he grabbed the weight in his hand that belonged to the original owner and was the only one that could improve his combat power in a short period of time.
"Redeem them all!"
As Wang Zijia's thoughts fell, a group of related skill weights belonging to the previous life all trembled and turned into points of light. A huge weight was born from the balance on the right.
Weight: Nineteen cuts of Youlong Short Sword
Level: Unrivaled Skill
Status: Innovative
Value: 87
Introduction: Unique martial arts, dagger type. Due to special circumstances, this martial art has been transformed from the old to the new, transcending the ordinary and becoming a saint. It is not far away from being completely extraordinary and becoming a magic spell.
As the new weight merged with the weight in his hand, countless insights emerged in Wang Zijia's mind, as if he transformed into an assassin and continued to practice a set of dagger skills.
Repeating it day by day, practicing day by day, he mastered the martial arts from thirteen cuts to nineteen cuts, almost to the point where it became a law.
There was no time to reflect carefully, because at this moment, the man in black in the courtyard had not only opened the window of the former bedroom, but also jumped in to check. After finding no one, he had already walked straight to the outside of the study.
The other party did not stop at the door of the study, but came directly to the window.
Wang Zijia, who had regained consciousness at this moment, decisively held his breath and leaned against the wall next to the window.
At this time, a long silver knife was inserted through the gap in the window. The blade was white, the cold light shone, and it was extremely sharp. Gently moving up, the long knife cuts off the wooden window's whistle like cutting tofu.
The window opened silently, and the other party carefully looked outside the window. When no one was found, he jumped into the room through the window.
'It's now! '
Holding his breath and concentrating, Wang Zijia was ready to attack. Holding the dagger in both hands, he instinctively used the most powerful sneak attack in his secret skill.
'Youlong Sixteen Cuts: Youlong backstabs! '
The body turned into an afterimage, and with a cold light, it rushed towards the target who had just jumped into the room.
"Um?"
The man in black who had just entered the room immediately felt his hair stand on end. Under the threat of death, he had no time to turn around. He held the knife with both experienced hands, turned his hands, inserted the long knife from his armpit, and stabbed the tip of the knife towards his back.
In an attempt to use this method of dying together to force Wang Zijia to change his tactics in order to gain a chance to breathe.
If it were the original owner, he would definitely have no choice but to use the rat weapon.
But at this moment, Wang Zijia's cultivation has not only reached the basic level of acquired skills, and has been promoted to a first-class master, but he has also mastered martial arts to the point where he is almost a magician. How can he take it easy?
He was seen swaying slightly, and he only slightly adjusted the direction of the thrust, but his forward movement was not delayed at all.
"Pfft!"
The dagger instantly sank into the opponent's waist and penetrated through the spine.
"wait······"
The person who was hit by the knife wanted to say something.
Unfortunately, there was no chance. After inserting the knife into the spine of the opponent's waist, Wang Zijia did not stop. Instead, with a flash of lightning, he backhand inserted the dagger with the other hand from the spine of the opponent's back neck, diagonally upward, and emerged from the Adam's apple. .
"Uh-huh..."
The other party, who was about to say something, froze. The spine, vocal cords, and cervical arteries were all severed. His whole body instantly fell to the ground as limply as mud, with little murmurs coming out of his mouth, and blood gushing out.
After doing all this, Wang Zijia did not relax and quickly pulled out the dagger. Without waiting for the other party to die completely, he quietly jumped out of the room.
Although the opponent is a warrior, the opponent's spine and carotid artery are severed. Even if he does not die instantly, he cannot do anything.
After Wang Zijia jumped out of the room, he quickly scanned the yard and found no other movement. After hesitating for a moment, he quietly walked out from the back door courtyard wall, looked around carefully, and then quickly turned around along the shadow of the courtyard wall.
He originally practiced assassin-type martial arts, and he was even more extraordinary and became a saint, almost becoming a law. In addition, it was still midnight at the moment, and the time and place were favorable. He looked around like a ghost, quietly and without leaving a trace.
No other enemies found!
It seemed that the other party came alone.
After confirming that there was no danger for the time being, Wang Zijia climbed into the yard again and came to the study.
The faint smell of blood filled the air. In this moment's delay, the people in the room had completely lost their breath. The blood that was shooting in the neck also slowed down and gurgled outward.
What made Wang Zijia frown was that the other person's body shape seemed to be somewhat similar to his own, and he was also a fat man. As for martial arts cultivation, I don't know.
And in his sneak attack just now, there was no magical aura, so it was even less likely that he was a monk.
"call······"
He took out the fire fold again, blew a few breaths, and looked at the other party with the faint red light.
"Forehead!"
When he handed the Huozhezi to the other party and used the faint red light to see the other party's face clearly, Wang Zijia's heart skipped a beat.
Without it, this guy's appearance is exactly the same as the original owner in his memory.
He is fifteen or sixteen years old, with a childish round face, and a chubby body... he is exactly the same as in his memory.
The suspicious Wang Zijia found a bronze mirror in the study, lit a lantern and came to it again. When comparing them, they were exactly the same, just like looking into a mirror.
"Nima, could it be possible that the twins of the original body were killed by mistake?"
"No, the original owner doesn't seem to have any ghost twin brothers in his memory, and the original owner's cheap father doesn't have another son."
Looking at the corpse in front of him, Wang Zijia frowned and kept searching for the memory of his predecessor.
This weird situation made him forget even the fear of killing someone for the first time.
"Um?"
After a while, whether it was because the body was cooling after death or for other reasons, Wang Zijia discovered that the skin on the little fat man's chin was bleeding, as if he was bleeding under the skin.
"Huh? This is..."
When Wang Zijia took a closer look, he realized that it was not blood seeping under the skin, but something on the other side. This situation was caused by blood flowing in along the wound.
With a slight movement in his expression, he reached out to touch it carefully.
"Wow!"
In a moment, he touched something, and with a little force, he actually pulled out a transparent, cling film-like mask from the little fat man's face.
The mask is extremely thin and elastic, and feels like a latex mask, extremely elastic.
On the ground, the little fat man who had lost his mask had some subtle changes on his face, but it remained basically the same. He still looked a little like him, but it was no longer exactly the same. At most, he was only seventy percent similar.
More like brothers!
"Isn't this the legendary human skin mask?"
After looking at the other party and then at the transparent mask film in his hand, Wang Zijia frowned slightly, her heart surging.
"Gulu..."
My stomach growled again, and I became even hungrier. Even the continuously running skills slowed down a bit.
Temporarily suppressing his hunger, Wang Zijia began to search the little fat man. Apart from wearing a tight-fitting black suit, Wang Zijia also had a small package straddling his waist.
