Becoming Immortal Through Getting Married

Chapter 66 The difference between immortals and mortals (13)

Chen An looked at the two corpses on the ground, without any fluctuations in his heart, and his expression was calm.

There are reasons for the secretion of adrenaline, and there are also reasons why it is not the first time to kill the enemy.

"A strong person at the ninth level of Qi refining should have a lot of belongings."

Thinking about it, Chen An ignored the blood all over the ground, and squatted down calmly to touch the corpse.

After touching for a while, the results are as follows.

4 middle-grade spirit stones.

56 low-grade spirit stones.

1 long sword.

1 dagger.

3 love potions.

A few other small items that look worth a little money.

The harvest is not small.

It has to be said that Deacon Tang is worthy of his status as a deacon of the Bamboo Leaf Gang.

The Lingshi he carried with him was almost worth the net worth of Deputy Chen An'an.

"This beast is considered to be too late for him to die."

Looking at the three love potions on the ground, Chen An couldn't help but greet Deacon Tang.

At this time, all the wives and concubines hiding in the room came out.

They were all in the room and heard the movement in the living room just now, and knew that their husband had won.

"My lord, is there any injury?"

Wen Zhiyun stopped beside Chen An and asked with concern.

Chen An was handling the corpse, raised his head and smiled at her and said:

"It's okay for my husband."

"Husband, let me help you."

As Wen Zhiyun said, she knelt down to help dispose of the corpse, not afraid of the bloody scene in front of her.

For casual cultivators who have been able to cultivate to the late stage of Qi refining, there is no one who has not come from fighting, and it is commonplace to see blood stained with blood.

Even the beautiful female cultivators are like this.

"Husband, Yue'er is also here to help you."

As Gu Xinyue said, she also walked to the side and squatted down, enduring a little bit of psychological discomfort to help dispose of the corpse.

Seeing this, Song Huaying hesitated for a moment and then walked over.

But before he got there, his expression changed, and he covered his mouth with his hand and retched.

In the past, she was the daughter of a noble family, and she had never even killed a chicken, so she couldn't stand the bloody scene in front of her at all.

Seeing that Xiaojiao's wife was not feeling well, Chen An raised his head and said to her:

"Ying'er, you go back to your room and sit down first, and then go to you after my husband is done."

"Husband, husband, then Ying'er will go back to the room first."

Song Huaying's whole face was uncomfortable, and immediately walked back to the room with weak legs and feet.

Chen An and the two remaining wives and concubines continued to clean up the scene.

Take the body out to the backyard.

Find a corner and dig a deep pit.

Immediately, the sword and dagger, as well as several small objects with status symbols, were all buried in it.

Although these things are quite valuable, it is safer to bury them if there is a risk of being found out.

At most, wait until the limelight passes, and then dig it out and take it to the market to see if there is a possibility of selling it.

After filling the soil.

Chen An went to the edge of the vegetable garden next door and pulled some weeds back, and planted them on the burial pit to hide the eyes and ears.

After planting, the soil surface was specially trimmed to make it look more natural.

"How are you so proficient?"

Wen Zhiyun looked at Chen An in surprise, a little surprised by his method of burying the body.

Chen An patted the dust on his body, and said in a very flat tone:

"The more you bury, the more proficient you will be."

After finishing speaking, he looked at the two wives and concubines and said, "Okay, it's getting late, let's all go take a shower and go to bed."

Gu Xinyue was very sensible, and immediately went to the kitchen to boil water after hearing this.

Wen Zhiyun said with a worried face:

"Husband, you killed Deacon Tang, will this be discovered by the people from the Bamboo Leaf Gang?"

"Probably not. This Deacon Tang came here at night with a love potion. Obviously, he was thinking of doing something wrong to you tonight. He must have concealed himself on the way to avoid being discovered."

Chen An analyzed.

Wen Zhiyun nodded and felt reasonable.

Although the members of the Bamboo Leaf Gang do not regard the residents below them as human beings, they still do some superficial work.

If you want to take over a female cultivator you fancy, if you don't want to be coerced, you will only come secretly and sneakily, and it is impossible to do it with great fanfare.

Because forcibly occupying the wives and concubines of the residents will cause the bamboo leaf forest's reputation to burst, and there is no possibility of recovery.

Finish with the corpse.

Chen An came to the mouth of the well, took out all the spirit stones that had just been found from the corpse, and cleaned them.

After that, he went back to the room and took out all his belongings, and put them together with the spirit stones just now to make a good deal.

If converted into low-grade spirit stones, there are a total of 1203 pieces.

"1203 yuan, I have moved to the core area for more than a year before I knew it, and I finally saved enough to buy the spirit stones of "Mandarin Ducks Flying Together."

Chen An smiled and said to himself.

He thought of the practice book that he saw in the Treasure Shop back then, and a glimmer of anticipation arose in his heart.

"After delivering the elixir to the Zhuye Gang's logistics office tomorrow, I'll go to the treasure shop and buy that copy of "Mandarin Ducks Flying Together."

Chen An thought in his heart.

At this moment, Gu Xinyue came out from the bathroom and said:

"Husband, the water temperature has been adjusted, you can come in and take a bath directly."

"Well, come."

Chen An put away the Lingshi in his hand, put his arms around Gu Xinyue's slender waist and walked into the bathroom.

After about a stick of incense time.

[Spiritual Consciousness Strength +3]

As time went by, the wives and concubines all took a shower and went back to their rooms to rest.

"Crack—"

Chen An pushed open the door of Wen Zhiyun's room and walked in slowly.

Three days a round, tonight is the turn to accompany Wen Zhiyun.

"Husband, for the sake of the child in our womb, I will not serve you for the next four months."

Seeing that Chen An started to take off his clothes as soon as he walked to the bed and sat down, Wen Zhiyun pursed his lips and said.

Chen An expressed understanding: "Well, it's almost time to raise a baby, so we need to pay attention."

"Husband, let's rest early."

"good."

"Husband, you hug too tightly, it will be hot."

"Yun'er, my husband has read such a sentence in a book before, when God closes the door for you, he will open a window for you."

"never heard of that."

"This sentence is worth pondering."

"What's there to think about?"

"you guess?"

"Guess your size!"

"Well, you... what are you doing!"

"..."

In a blink of an eye.

Its daybreak.

With the sound of a cock crowing in the backyard, the wives and concubines in the house got up one after another.

Chen An and Wen Zhiyun got up late.

Both of them didn't sleep well last night, and they needed to stay in bed in the morning to recover more energy.

After more than half an hour.

The two got up from the bed, washed up briefly and headed to the hall.

At this time, Gu Xinyue had just prepared breakfast.

Chen An and Wen Zhiyun could sit down and eat as soon as they arrived.

Gu Xinyue did a great job.

Porridge, buns, fried dough sticks, soy milk, eggs, everything is available.

"Sister Wen, why do you only drink porridge?"

Seeing that Wen Zhiyun was just sipping porridge the whole time, Song Huaying beside her couldn't help being puzzled. She remembered that Wen Zhiyun loved deep-fried dough sticks the most, why would she not even touch it?

Gu Xinyue on the other side was also puzzled, and looked at Wen Zhiyun with a puzzled face, wondering if she was out of standard this morning, and the food was not delicious?

Seen by the two younger sisters like this, Wen Zhiyun had to put down the spoon, and opened her mouth slightly to explain:

"I didn't sleep in the right position last night. My teeth pressed against the flesh on the side of my mouth. Now it hurts when I open my mouth a little bit. I can only sip porridge."

"Well, sister Wen, I'll get you medicine in the alchemy room."

Song Huaying got up and left after speaking.

Seeing this, Wen Zhiyun reached out and pulled her back, smiled slightly and said:

"No need for Ying'er, the medicine is three-point poisonous, just let it recover from this small injury, and it will take half a day at most."

After finishing speaking, she glared at Chen An beside her with resentment, and secretly scolded him for being a bastard who didn't know how to pity her wife and concubine at all.

Chen An knew he was wrong, so he pretended not to see it.

As for Song Huaying on the opposite side, she felt a burst of bitterness in her heart at this moment.

She was a little stimulated by Wen Zhiyun's last sentence, "It will take half a day at most to recover".

I thought it would be nice to be a cultivator.

For skin trauma or something, it will take half a day to fully recover.

As a mortal myself, it would take at least ten or eight days for the wound to heal.

Chen An's five senses were keen, and he noticed the fleeting sadness on Xiaojiao's wife's face just now.

But he didn't say anything, just thinking silently in his heart, is there any way to make Xiaojiao's wife also cultivate immortality?

No matter how bad it is, we must find a way to let her practice martial arts to strengthen her body, so as to narrow the gap between immortals and mortals as much as possible.

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