Left To Live Forever, My Spells Can Be Upgraded Infinitely

Fang Yuqi didn't mind, and stepped forward to check carefully.

Lu Chen sighed and stretched out his left hand.

"Circle Light Technique!"

With a silent thought in his heart, Lu Chen quietly cast out the round light technique. In an instant, a round mirror with a silver-white pointer appeared in the palm of his left hand, and a black pointer appeared in the pupil of his left eye.

immediately.

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

Fang Yuqi's is light white, the most conspicuous, the deceased's is light blue, covering the beautiful bed, and there are other dead things.

Other than that, nothing else.

"I'm late."

Lu Chen understood that after a day and a night, the breath of the others had dissipated.

Of course, it also includes the murderer.

"No, it's not exhausted, it's just that my circular light technique has just been initiated, and the breath left behind is too inconspicuous, so I can't see it clearly for the time being."

"It's because I'm not strong enough!"

Lu Chen came to his senses, and he was a little 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 a clue."

Compared to tracking down the murderer, Lu Chen is more interested in upgrading.

Killing the Great Monk Yuanzhen yesterday not only solved his confidant’s troubles, but also harvested three dead souls including two ghosts. There are still two dead souls left before the [Eternal Spring Art of Immortality] is upgraded again.

Plus.

The three dead souls required to upgrade the Qi Refining formula.

There are three round light techniques.

Control swordsmanship.

A storage technique.

Yinhun reported one.

Lu Chen calculated silently, and found that eleven dead souls were needed. Even if the sealing technique and ghost retribution were not considered for the time being, there were still nine dead souls vacant.

Nine lives.

Killing like hemp!

Lu Chen sighed faintly, unknowingly, how he became a big devil.

When the two left the house, Fang Yuqi got on the horse and turned around and asked:

"I'm going back to Zhenbing Mansion, where are you going?"

"Me? Oh, I'll go back to the Taoist temple."

"It's just on the way, tell me about the Great Monk Yuanzhen."

"Yuanzhen!"

Lu Chen was taken aback and said depressedly:

"She even told you that?"

"What do you think?"

Lu Chen smiled mischievously:

"That... that, you won't be arresting people, will you?"

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

"Yuqi~"

"Um?"

"You are so kind~"

"Don't be so talkative, tell Yuan Zhen's matter clearly."

"Yes Yes."

Lu Chen absent-mindedly expressed his grievances with Yuanzhen, 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 prisoners?"

"It wasn't much before. Some time ago, I caught a group of robbers and locked them in."

"When will you ask to be cut?"

"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 month of January. Lu Chen was riding on the horse, thinking and thinking, and said with a smile:

"Yuqi, let's discuss it?"

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

Fang Yuqi cast a sideways glance at Lu Chen, as if seeing through all his thoughts.

"No, absolutely not!"

Lu Chen worked so hard, and finally got Fang Yuqi to promise him to be the executioner early next month. Before the two parted, Fang Yuqi wanted to leave a talisman and gave him the bay red horse.

afternoon.

Fang Yuqi's soldiers surrounded the Kuchan Temple, searched and found out a lot of bastards, and several bald people were put in death row.

Lu Chen led the horse and walked in the market.

Look around.

Turning around, I saw a pretty young lady standing by the street, with a wooden hairpin stuck in her hair, 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 little chickens were crammed into the small bamboo cage, chirping and screaming non-stop.

"Fifteen copper plates each, one tael of silver per cage."

The little lady is shy and timid, her voice is lower than that of a mosquito, and she has a unique style.

"Okay, I bought it."

Lu Chen didn't even haggle over the price, he threw out a tael of silver, picked up the bamboo cage, rode a horse, and turned back to Changchun Temple. When he passed by a house, he knocked on the door.

"Boom boom boom!"

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

"Daozhang big brother~"

"Well, I bought a litter of chicks at the market, do you want a few?"

The little girl wiped her dirty face, and said pleasantly:

"I... can I raise it?"

"sure."

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

"You can feed yourself by just throwing away some food. It's easy to feed."

"Hmm~"

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

"Daozhang big brother, let Yaoyao be your little wife?"

Lu Chen couldn't help laughing, 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, don't talk nonsense."

"Oh~"

The little girl hung her head in frustration.

Lu Chen was about to lead the horse away when he suddenly heard the little girl muttering: "But... but Grandpa said that he is going to marry Yaoyao..."

"What did you say?"

Lu Chen's footsteps stopped and he flew into a rage.

"Cough cough cough~"

At this time, there was a sudden coughing sound in the house, and then an old voice said: "Ahem, girl, who is outside?"

"Grandpa, he is the Taoist big brother."

"..."

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

"Daozhang big brother is not a bad guy~"

"close the door!"

Just as the little girl retorted, her voice became a little harsher.

"Can......"

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

The man was in the shadows.

His body is thin, his hair is messy and haggard, his back is bent, he is wearing a kudzu robe, and he is holding a dead wooden stick in his hand. 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 the old man's name?"

"Meng...Meng Jiu."

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

Meng Jiu dodged her eyes and stammered, "Ten... eleven or twelve years old."

"The old man really forgets things too much."

Lu Chen sneered, pulled the little girl in front of him, and asked, "Yaoyao, tell your grandfather 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 became even colder, and he asked: "You are only nine years old, old man, are you so eager to sell your granddaughter? Oh, you are not afraid that you will die, and no one will collect your body?"

"you you......"

Lu Chen's voice was very heavy, Meng Jiu was intimidated by the momentum, and couldn't help but retreated:

"You're talking nonsense, old man... old man didn't."

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

"..."

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

The little girl tugged at the corner of Lu Chen's clothes, and said weakly: "Grandpa said that he betrothed Yaoyao to a butcher next to the street, so that he can live a good life and eat meat every day..."