Wang Zijia used a dagger to carefully open the package. What made him frown was that there were not many things inside. A codex, a bottle of unknown medicinal powder, and a set of clothes.
The clothes were exactly the same as the clothes he was wearing, which were the work clothes worn by a busboy in a shop. They were almost the same as old and new. The only difference was that the clothes he was wearing had some stains due to his own vomiting of blood, while the one in the other person's pocket did not.
He picked it with a dagger. After finding no danger, he first looked at the thin booklet.
There were densely packed small handwritten characters inside, which looked like something recorded.
Key characters to note: Xiang Ji
Position: Wanyuzhai, first floor, shopkeeper of Fulu District
Relationship: direct leadership.
Status: unfamiliar
Introduction: An intermediate boy cultivator became a monk and was an outer disciple of Wanyu Sect. Due to his age limit, he was sent to Wanyu City and served as the shopkeeper on the first floor of Wanyu Fuzhai. Jurisdiction over the sale of low-level talismans on the first floor, please approach with caution...
"Um?"
If I remember correctly, this is information from the former Big Boss?
The iron rice bowl inherited from my predecessor was working as a handyman in Wanyuzhai and Fulu District. His immediate boss was Xiang Ji, one of the few Taoist practitioners with whom my predecessor had direct contact.
Looking at the information on the front page of the manuscript, he frowned and quickly read through it.
Sure enough, what was recorded in this booklet was all the information about the predecessor. From character relationships to martial arts skills, and even some living habits, the details are a bit excessive.
He looked down at the deceased who looked like him, and then at the film mask in his hand. It was obvious what the other party was going to do.
So this guy did it when my predecessor was poisoned?
To replace him?
why?
Could it be...
In his mind, in the secret room, the token in the small box flashed away.
He suddenly had a rough guess about what happened to the original family.
While thinking, he carefully picked up the last small medicine bottle in the other party's package. Carefully open the cork, a little bit of medicinal powder falls out, and a faint pungent smell fills the air.
Wang Zijia subconsciously covered her nose.
"poison?"
"Afraid that the predecessor is not completely dead?"
"You won't be poisoned even if you're not dead, so you can just do the last hit and be done with it, right?"
I have been thinking for a while but to no avail. Wait, why should I be afraid of poison?
There is a balance of equivalent exchange. To me, poison is no different from cultivation-enhancing drugs, right?
And...it's okay...
In a flash of inspiration, Wang Zijia let go of his hand and deliberately took a big sip.
Smelling the faint pungent smell, my consciousness quickly sank into the sea of consciousness, looking at the golden scale, thoughts flashed across my mind.
Following Wang Zijia's thoughts, a new black iron light point weight emerged.
Weight: Inferior corpse powder
Value: None
Introduction: It is highly poisonous and has miraculous effects on corpses. It is best to pour it into the wounds of corpses. If swallowed by a living person, it will burn the stomach. Taking a certain dose will cause the liver and intestines to break and die. Of course, being able to swallow it requires a certain level of IQ failure or mental retardation.
Looking at the weights, Wang Zijia's eyes lit up.
Is it really possible to identify it in disguise?
At least poisons should be able to be identified, and even most drugs that affect the body should be identified using this method!
Following his thoughts, the new light spot in his hand flickered quickly and disappeared in a moment.
After all, it is something used on corpses. Even if it is highly poisonous, he only breathed a little breath. This weak toxin does not need to be detoxified, and it will be quickly eliminated by the body's immune system.
The light spot of the weight disappeared, and Wang Zijia came back to his senses slightly. Looking at the powder in his hand, he gently shook some powder on the wound of the corpse next to him.
"呲······"
As the medicinal powder was poured into the wound, it was like encountering super concentrated sulfuric acid. The wound of the corpse continued to bubble, bursts of green smoke rose, and corrosion spread rapidly.
"vomit!"
As the smoke rose, a stench filled the air and suddenly rushed into his nostrils, catching Wang Zijia off guard and retching.
"Damn it, what kind of ghost medicine is this? Why does it smell so bad!"
Wang Zijia's face turned green, she reopened the window, quickly came to the study door, opened the door, and fled the room.
Standing outside the house, he looked at the corroding corpses in the room with lingering fear. The smell is a bit strange. Although it is extremely smelly, it spreads and fades very quickly.
When I left the room, I could only smell a faint stench.
"Gululu..."
His stomach growled again. He looked at the melting corpses in the room and felt the growing hunger in his belly. Wang Zijia did not stay outside the room and wanted to go to the bedroom and took a look around.
Wang Zijia breathed a sigh of relief when he found that the other party only broke the window and didn't touch anything else. In the cabinet, I dug out some pastries, wolfed them down, and walked to the kitchen.
After entering the kitchen, Wang Zijia had a sudden meal. As a person with good cooking skills, he now looked like a person who had read many chef manuals but had never been in the kitchen.
Head: I know it. Hand: No, you can’t!
'Um...how to cook rice, let me think about it! '
After being stunned for a while, he started to light a fire and cook based on his memory.
'Damn it, I shouldn't have exchanged all the weights just now! '
Wang Zijia complained as the cooking situation continued. But there's no way, he can't repurpose eighty points worth of martial arts into cooking skills, right?
And it can't be exchanged directly. In other words, if you want to exchange for cooking skills, in addition to martial arts worth more than eighty years, you have to add something. The two weights can be exchanged for cooking skills together.
Want to turn your cooking skills into magic?
A monk who entered Taoism through cooking?
Kitchen repair?
Go crazy!
He hasn't fully understood it yet. With his handy golden finger, Wang Zijia doesn't intend to mess around like this and exchange money randomly.
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After fussing for a while, Wang Zijia finally made a meal.
Looking at the thing in front of him that he didn't know whether to count as porridge or as dry rice, Wang Zijia was speechless for a while. As a big boss who has trained his cooking skills to the point of being worth five points, to cook such a thing in a long time, he has fully experienced the horror of Golden Finger!
"Well, it still tastes a little burnt, so you're talented!" After taking a sip of the paste, Wang Zijia smacked his mouth and muttered.
Wang Zijia dug out the dried meat in the room and ate it fiercely.
After all, he is a descendant of cultivators, barely a second-generation cultivator. His family conditions are pretty good, and he has a lot of good things in the kitchen.
Therefore, Wang Zijia filled his stomach in a while and looked at the messy kitchen with pain in his balls.
'It seems that you can't exchange these weights casually. Even the silver weights related to experience cannot be exchanged casually, otherwise you will lose your basic living ability accidentally. '
'You have to be even more careful with the black iron weights on your body, otherwise it's not impossible to kill yourself! '
In the midst of his thoughts, he threw the dishes and chopsticks aside. He didn't want to do it tonight. Let the nanny do it tomorrow!
I left the room and returned to the study. At this moment, the smell in the room had almost dissipated, leaving only a faint odor. It seems that it will dissipate completely in no time until tomorrow morning.
When I came to the corpse, I found that the other party had disappeared, leaving only a slightly corroded black clothes and a pool of turbid and yellowish viscous liquid.
"Miscalculation, we should move out, we did it in the yard!"
As he spoke, Wang Zijia endured his nausea and started cleaning.
After working hard for a long time, I cleaned everything up.
"This corpse powder is a good thing. Low-quality ones are like this. How can a high-quality product have no traces at all? It seems that this thing is not cheap. It may be a powder produced by monks."
Seeing that there was still more than half a bottle left, he had to save the powder and could barely use it twice. Wang Zijia stood up and carefully put it into the drawer of the study room.
After checking for a while and finding nothing missing, he came to his bedroom.
Lying in bed, but couldn't fall asleep. I tossed and turned for a while, thoughts racing in my mind. All kinds of information about the past life, all kinds of information about the previous life, constantly alternating, and confusion about what to do in the future, etc. Hard to sleep!
In the end, I really 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, which would eventually make it difficult to take care of myself.
As he researched, he discovered a lot of tricks.
The most surprising discovery is that the weights can be split and there is no need to exchange them all.
Some weights can be split into pieces of one value at least for exchange, but some weights can be split at will. A thumb-sized weight can be split into countless light point weights, especially black iron weights for the body.
Especially those related to flesh and blood and bones. The effect of this is that Wang Zican can easily lose weight. No, it is no longer a matter of losing weight.
He can do it, perform P-level shaping and plastic surgery on his body and appearance, and shape himself into a male god-level figure. It is not a problem.
And it was a physical change, not plastic surgery at all. He could have looked like that!
Sure enough, every little fat man has potential, and his has god-level potential.
Of course, Wang Zijia did not act rashly, he needed to do it slowly and bit by bit.
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After turning around all night, Wang Zijia didn't know when he fell asleep.
"Dong dong..."
A sound woke up the sleeping Wang Zijia, and he quickly got up and opened the bedroom.
"Why did the young master wake up so early today?" At the door of the kitchen, a middle-aged aunt in her forties or fifties said hello while cleaning up the mess Wang Zijia made last night.
Wang Dan, a nanny who has worked in their family for nearly ten years.
Of course, they are not the kind of domestic servants, but the kind who are paid and come to work at a fixed time every day.
After all, their family can be considered a cultivating family. Even in a cultivating city, they can still afford this labor force.
This also caused the original owner to stay away from the good news. After his father passed away, the original owner gave the other party extra wages and left almost all the trivial matters in life to the other party.
Go up to buy groceries and cook, go down to do laundry and sweep the floor.
