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Watching the two swordsmen leave, Du Qian's anxious heart finally relaxed.

It was at this moment that the system's mechanical prompt suddenly sounded in his mind.

"Defeat two Xiantian realm masters and get x1 lucky draw opportunity!"

"...What the hell?"

"No, can this be considered a defeat?"

Hearing the system prompt in his mind, Du Qian couldn't help but widen his eyes and look confused.

At the same time, everyone in the theater troupe came back to their senses and looked at this familiar yet unfamiliar young man with complicated expressions.

The old leader opened his mouth slightly and looked at Du Qian, who was about to speak but was about to speak.

Du Qian came to his senses from the system prompt. He glanced at the direction the two swordsmen were leaving, then reached out to pick up the black cloth he had just taken off from the carriage, and covered his eyes again.

After doing this, he turned his head and shook his head towards the old leader.

The old class leader was slightly startled, as if he didn't understand what Du Qian meant.

Du Qian looked helpless, and immediately took off the wooden sword from his waist and wrote four big characters on the ground——

"Walls have ears."

Seeing these four words, the old team leader, Uncle Zhang and others quickly understood that Du Qian was worried that the other party was not far away.

With such an expert's ear, even though they are several miles away, they can still hear their conversation through the wind...

After understanding this, the old class leader, Uncle Zhang and others immediately understood and shut their mouths tightly.

At the same time, these four words from Du Qian also made the old class leader, Uncle Zhang and others realize that he should have scared them away in some way, otherwise he would not be as guilty as he is now.

But here comes the question, how did Du Qian scare them away?

The old class leader and Uncle Zhang looked at each other, and they could see deep doubts in each other's eyes.

Although they wanted to know the answer to this question, considering the threats posed by the two swordsmen, now was obviously not the right time.

At the same time, Du Qian also realized this problem. He immediately opened the system panel and said silently in his heart:

"System, I want to draw a lottery!"

In an instant, the silver number immediately changed from [1] to [0] again.

"Ding--"

"The lottery is over, congratulations to the host, you have obtained the purple magical power [Cursed Fire]!"

……oh?

From the name, it sounds like it’s an attack-type magical power!

Du Qian's eyes lit up, and he immediately opened the system panel and turned to the [Supernatural Powers] column, regardless of the public gaze.

[Curse Fire (Purple): Cursing a person will cause their body to catch fire. 】

Sure enough, it is still such a simple description and such a nonsensical effect!

But no matter what, he finally had a mysterious attack method.

Is there any need to hesitate?

Du Qian immediately cursed and activated his magical power without hesitation.

"Damn it, you dare to disturb my rest, these two swordsmen deserve to be damned!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a few miles away, two figures who had not gone far suddenly burst into smoke, and their whole bodies were ignited with blazing flames.

One of them screamed in alarm and kept circulating his true energy in an attempt to extinguish the flames.

But unfortunately, Du Qian was still yelling and cursing. No matter how many flames he extinguished, more flames would appear, burning his internal organs and flesh from the inside out.

In this way, a Xiantian realm swordsman who could emit sword light was burned to death in the wilderness by the flames that appeared inexplicably in his body.

As for the other swordsman, he was located closer to the river.

After the flames appeared, he immediately flew into the river, but the flames emerging from his body were endless, and even the rapid river could not extinguish them.

In the end, like the other man, he was burned into a charred corpse with despair on his face and floated down the river.

…

…

On the other side, the theater troupe hid beside the carriage, looking at Du Qian with horror on their faces as they suddenly cursed the swordsman.

The old leader's eyes widened and he couldn't help but clenched his sword tightly, looking warily at the direction in which the two men were leaving.

Uncle Zhang was also stunned and became increasingly worried about Du Qian's current mental state.

...Didn’t I just say that walls have ears and we can’t talk casually?

Why, in the blink of an eye, you started to curse, and the more you cursed, the more unpleasant it became.

If such words are heard by the other party, aren't you afraid that they will become angry and come back to fight you?

Everyone, including the old class leader and Uncle Zhang, stared at Du Qian in shock, with horrified eyes and confused expressions on their faces.

None of them could figure out what kind of medicine Du Qian was selling in his gourd...

No, they don't even dare to understand it, for fear that their brain circuits will suffer from it.

Of all the people present, Du Qian was the only one who remained unmoved. He even got more excited the more he scolded him.

Because he was the only one who was not attracted by his abnormal behavior and was still listening intently to the noise coming from the front.

Because of this, he was the only one in the audience who noticed the faint scream of the swordsman.

This shows that [Cursed Fire] can cause effective damage to the two swordsmen.

Moreover, when [Cursed Fire] was activated, he could faintly detect the feedback of the magical power taking effect.

But now, no matter how much he curses, he can't get feedback that the magical power is working.

... Could it be that the two swordsmen were burned to death by him?

Du Qian's eyes lit up, and then he thought about the faces of the two people in his mind, and cursed tentatively: "What's the comparison?"

Sure enough, there was still no feedback from the magical power [Cursed Fire].

Du Qian was overjoyed and said quickly: "You guys stay here, don't move around, I'll come as soon as I can!"

After saying that, Du Qian ran wildly towards the direction where the two swordsmen left.

Everyone in the troupe stayed where they were, looking at each other, and couldn't help but start to worry about Du Qian's mental state.

Du Qian used his unknown internal energy with all his strength and rushed towards one of them quickly.

Not long after, he followed the burnt smell in the air and found the charred corpse burned to death by the roadside.

Seeing the desperate situation on the other side's face, Du Qian couldn't help showing sympathy.

Then, without any hesitation, he quickly squatted down and began the enjoyable part of touching the corpse.

Just kidding, these two people didn't take the lives of everyone in the troupe seriously at all.

Du Qian regarded the troupe as his family, so how could he put the lives of these two people in his eyes?

At most, it’s just out of human nature and a pretense of sympathy for this miserable death!

As for whether the tragic scene of the charred corpse will affect the mood of touching the corpse.

Du Qian said that it would definitely not be the case!

He had seen the cruel battlefield like a meat grinder during the Three Kingdoms era in his previous life, and the mere charred corpses could not move him.

After all, he was facing Cao Cao's army who would dry human flesh into dry food!

"Wait, something's wrong!"

Halfway through touching it, Du Qian suddenly stopped and frowned in confusion.

He clearly burned two masters to death with the fire of cursing, why was there no system reward?

Doesn’t the person who is burned to death by the fire of cursing be counted as killed by him?

Or is it that there are other requirements for obtaining system rewards, such as defeating the opponent in an honest manner, or letting the opponent know whose hands he lost to?

Or maybe each enemy can only get one reward?

Du Qian frowned and began to think about the various possibilities of obtaining system rewards.

Soon, Du Qian put these questions in his mind for the time being and continued to touch the body.

The origin of this system is mysterious and extremely unorthodox. Trying to figure out its rules through thinking is simply a fantasy!

Compared with this, it is most important to get what you can get first.

Du Qian concentrated on touching the corpse, and finally succeeded in obtaining a sword, a jade pendant, a pair of inner armor, and an iron book page engraved with unknown martial arts from the charred corpse...

Except for these four things, everything else has been affected by the fire of curses.

Although Du Qian felt a little regretful about this, he could only accept it happily.

Afterwards, he put away the four items and started looking for another body.

But unfortunately, the charred corpse had drifted downstream along the river.

Du Qian followed the traces of burning ashes on the grass all the way to the river. Then he could only look at the rushing river in front of him, turned around and left with regret.

Returning to where everyone in the troupe was, the old troupe leader and others had already packed their luggage and were ready to set off at any time, traveling all night.

Seeing Du Qian return, the old class leader looked at everyone around him and stepped forward hesitantly, as if he wanted to ask something.

Before he could speak, Du Qian said first: "Do you still remember the mountain temple we passed by half a month ago? At that time, you and Uncle Zhang said that this temple was evil and could not be entered. I don't believe in evil and would touch it quietly at night. Entered the mountain temple.”

"As a result, there was something wrong with the mountain statue that night, and a ray of light flew into my eyes."

"I was scared at the time, and since nothing unusual happened after that, I didn't dare to tell you."

"Until last night, something strange suddenly appeared in my eyes. Anyone who looked at me would feel a threatening force, as if I was possessed by a mountain god."

With that said, Du Qian took off the black cloth and looked at the old class leader seriously.

The old team leader was immediately shocked and experienced the same terrifying feeling as he had in the early morning.

"...It turns out it was you during the day!"

The old leader suddenly realized.

Du Qian sneered and covered his eyes with black cloth again.

The fatal sense of crisis that loomed over his back immediately disappeared.

The old class leader breathed a sigh of relief and said immediately: "No wonder you have to cover your eyes with black cloth. It turns out there is something wrong with your eyes..."

As he spoke, the old troupe leader muttered: "I'm just a troupe leader. I don't have much knowledge. It's hard to say whether this is a good thing or a bad thing. If you are really worried, I can help you hire a master to try to exorcise evil spirits..."

Du Qian said quickly: "No need, I think it's fine now!"

The old team leader recalled the scene where Du Qian cursed just now, and couldn't help but look doubtful: "Is it really good?"

Du Qian nodded repeatedly: "It's really good. If you don't believe me, can I take a few steps to show you?"

After hearing this, the old team leader looked more and more worried.

Du Qian quickly comforted the old leader and persuaded everyone not to rush on their way, but to stay and spend the night first.

Finally, under his persuasion, the troupe set up camp again and rested by the river.

Du Qian finally took the time to take out the metal page with countless small characters on it, sat cross-legged by the river, and read it carefully.

"The Styx Sword Technique..."

After reading it, Du Qian's eyes were bright and he knew that he had finally obtained a superior technique that he could practice.

And all of this is thanks to the system's magical power and the cursed fire that can easily burn even Xiantian realm masters to death.

However, compared to the magical power of the system, Du Qian still wanted to have a powerful power that could be perfectly mastered.

Thinking of this, Du Qian immediately sat cross-legged by the river and began to practice the Styx Sword Technique.

A night of silence.

At first light, Du Qian opened his eyes, looked at the iron book page in his hand expressionlessly, then silently put it into his arms, turned to face the fish swimming in the river, and said seriously:

"I'm sorry, what a comparison!"

"rub!"

The blazing flames suddenly ignited, and a burnt fish emerged from the water with its belly turned over.

Du Qian stabbed the fish up with a sharp sword, smelled the burnt aroma of the fish skin, and nodded with satisfaction.

Sure enough, if you break a few sword techniques, you can't even touch the threshold after practicing for an entire night.

The magical powers issued by the system must be easy to use!

Du Qian took a bite of the fish and couldn't help but praise: "It smells so good!"