Immortality: My Spell Upgrades Infinitely

Fang Yuqi didn't mind and stepped forward to take a closer look.

Lu Chen sighed and stretched out his left hand.

"Circular Light Technique!"

With a silent thought in his heart, Lu Chen quietly used the Circle Light Technique. In an instant, a round mirror with a silver-white pointer appeared in the heart of his left hand, and a black pointer appeared in the pupil of his left eye.

Suddenly.

Lu Chen could clearly see all the smells in the room.

Fang Yuqi's is light white, the most conspicuous, while the deceased's is light cyan, shrouded in the show bed, and there are also the smells of other dead things.

Nothing else.

"I'm late."

Lu Chen realized that after one day and one night, everyone else's breath had dissipated.

Of course, including the murderer's.

"No, it's not gone. It's just that I have just started to use the Circle Light Technique, and the aura left behind is too inconspicuous. I can't see it clearly yet."

"I'm not strong enough!"

Lu Chen woke up and became more eager to upgrade.

"Any clues?"

"No."

Lu Chen shook his head and said casually: "It's been too long, it's hard to get clues."

Lu Chen was more interested in upgrading than tracking down the murderer.

Yesterday, killing the great monk Yuan Zhen not only solved the problem he was in, but also harvested three dead souls including two ghosts. There are still two dead souls left before the [Eternal Age Kung Fu] is upgraded again.

Plus.

Three dead souls needed to upgrade Qi Lian Jue.

Three methods of circular light.

The art of sword control.

A sealing technique.

A message from the ghost.

Lu Mo did some calculations and found that eleven dead souls were actually needed. Even if the sealing technique and ghost retribution were not considered for the time being, there were still vacancies for nine dead souls.

Nine lives.

Killing like hemp!

Lu Chen sighed quietly, unknowingly, he had become a big devil.

The two of them left the house. Fang Yuqi got on her horse and turned around and asked:

"I want to go back to Zhenbing Mansion, where are you going?"

"Me? Oh, I'm going back to Taoist Temple."

"I'm just on my way, tell me about the great monk Yuan Zhen."

"Yuanzhen!"

Lu Chen was startled and said depressedly:

"Did she even tell you this?"

"What do you think?"

Lu Chen smiled coquettishly:

"Um. Um, you're not going to arrest anyone, are you?"

"Forget it this time, if you do it again next time, I will personally put you on death row."

"Yuqi~"

"Um?"

"You're so kind~"

"Stop talking so much and tell Yuan Zhen clearly."

"Yes Yes."

Lu Chen absentmindedly recounted his grudge against Yuan Zhen, but two words kept echoing in his mind:

Death row!

Seeing Fang Yuqi thinking about Kuchan Temple, Lu Chen asked in a low voice:

"Yuqi, are there many death row inmates?"

"There weren't many in the past. We arrested a group of robbers some time ago and then we locked them up."

"When are you going to ask Zhan?"

"The first day of next month."

Today is the end of November, and there are only two days left before the first day of the first lunar month. Lu Chen is riding on horseback, thinking carefully, and said with a smile:

"Yuqi, let's discuss it?"

"You want to practice Yinhun Bao? Don't even think about it!"

Fang Yuqi glanced sideways at Lu Chen, as if she could see through all his thoughts.

"No, absolutely not!"

Lu Chen talked earnestly and spent a lot of time before finally getting Fang Yuqi to agree to serve as the executioner for a time early next month. Before the two separated, Fang Yuqi asked for a talisman and gave him the bay red horse.

afternoon.

Fang Yuqi's troops surrounded Kuchan Temple, and after a search, they found out a lot of bad things, and several bald heads were imprisoned on death row.

Lu Chen led his horse and walked in the market.

Look around.

Turning around, I saw a pretty little lady standing by the street, with a wooden hairpin in her head, wearing a green cloth skirt, and a bamboo cage in front of her.

Lu Chen's eyes lit up and he walked over quickly.

"Little lady, how did you sell it?"

Dozens of chicks were crowded in a small bamboo cage, chirping and squawking incessantly.

"Fifteen coppers each, and one tael of silver per cage."

The little lady is shy and timid, her voice is quieter than a mosquito, and she has a unique charm.

"Okay, I bought it."

Lu Chen didn't bargain. He threw out a couple of pieces of silver, picked up the bamboo cage, rode his horse, and returned to Changchun Temple. When he passed by a house, he knocked on the door.

"Dong dong dong!"

After a while, the little girl Meng Yao stretched out her little head:

"Brother Daoist~"

"Well, I bought a nest of chicks at the market. How many do you want?"

The little girl wiped her dirty little face and said in surprise:

"Can I support you?"

"sure."

Lu Chen reached out and caught three of them from the bamboo cage, put them in the little girl's arms, and warned:

"Just throw in some food and you can feed it. It's easy to feed."

"Hmm~"

The little girl happily hugged the little chicken, raised her little head, and said timidly:

"Brother Taoist Master, will you let Yaoyao be your little wife?"

Lu Chen laughed dumbly, but he could feel the little girl's closeness to him from the bottom of his heart. He tapped the little girl's head and said:

"You're only a little older, so don't talk nonsense."

"Oh~"

The little girl lowered her head in disappointment.

Lu Chen was about to lead the horse away when he suddenly heard the little girl muttering: "But...but grandpa said he was planning to marry Yaoyao off."

"What did you say?"

Lu Chen paused and became furious.

"Cough cough cough~"

At this time, a cough suddenly came from the house, and then an old voice sounded: "Ahem, girl, who is outside?"

"Grandpa, it's Taoist elder brother."

"."

The voice was silent for a moment, then slowly sounded again: "There are many bad people outside, don't talk to outsiders."

"Brother Taoist Master is not a bad person~"

"close the door!"

The little girl just retorted, and her voice suddenly became a little harsher.

"Can"

The little girl was in a dilemma. Lu Chen tied the horse at the door, rubbed the little girl's head, opened the door and walked into the yard. He saw a figure standing under the eaves of the main house.

The man was in the shadows.

He has a skinny figure, long messy and withered hair, a curved back, he is covered in a Ge Yi, holding a dead wooden staff in his hand, and his face is wrinkled, like a dead person.

Seeing Lu Chen looking over, fear flashed across the old man's face.

Lu Chen frowned and said, "What's your name, old man?"

"Meng Mengjiu."

Lu Chen asked again: "How old is your granddaughter?"

Meng Jiu's eyes averted and he stammered: "She is eleven or twelve years old."

"The old man is really a noble person who forgets things a lot."

Lu Chen sneered, pulled the little girl to him, and asked, "Yao Yao, tell your grandpa how old he is."

The little girl put down the three little chickens and said timidly:

"By the end of the year, Yaoyao will be nine years old."

Lu Chen's face turned even colder and he asked: "You are only a nine-year-old child, old man, are you so anxious to sell your granddaughter? Oh, aren't you afraid that if you die, no one will collect your body?"

"you you."

Lu Chen's voice was very serious. Meng Jiu was frightened by the momentum and couldn't help but take a step back:

"You're talking nonsense, I don't have any."

"No? Haha! Then I want to ask you, what good family did you marry Yaoyao to?"

"."

Meng Jiu was speechless, leaning against the wooden door and breathing heavily.

The little girl tugged at the corner of Lu Chen's clothes and said weakly: "Grandpa said that Yaoyao was betrothed to the butcher on the street so that she could live a good life and have meat to eat every day."