The golden elixir is a star. Do you call this cultivating immortality

Chapter 489 The crisis of Hongyun Village, the voice of silence?
A widow died in a mental hospital.

If no one reports the case, no one in their government will take care of it.

Otherwise, you will need to handle the case yourself.

Working as a yamen runner was just a job.

Naturally, no one wants to care about them.

In this troubled world, countless "weed"-like lives are lost every day.

How can the government manage this?

Unless the deceased is of noble status, or unless too many "weeds" die at one time.

Lin Qinghe's gaze fell on the servant, and the aura of an imperial guard flashed by.

The servant was already hunched over, and now he knelt on the ground in fear: "These few days... these few days, Qi Yuan from the Qi family was sent to a mental hospital yesterday..."

"Qi Yuan?" Lin Qinghe frowned, "Shen family's son-in-law?"

Half a month ago, the news that Qi Yuan from Ninghe County married into the Shen family caused a sensation in Ninghe County.

Lin Qinghe had met Qi Yuan several times.

His father was an instrument maker, who eventually died.

However, thanks to the influence of his ancestors, Qi Yuan was able to find a job in the government.

As a result, this guy was lazy and couldn't stand the hard work, so he ran away after working for only half a month.

Over the years, he finally squandered his family fortune. Fortunately, he married into the Shen family, otherwise Lin Qinghe felt that he might see Qi Yuan's body on the street corner at any time.

"Him?" Lin Qinghe's eyes showed contempt.

He would never suspect Qi Yuan had anything to do with this.

Not to mention the strange black and white dog, Qi Yuan couldn't even defeat the dean Zhou Wei.

“I’ve seen this kid Qi Yuan, he can’t do it, unless…someone from the Shen family takes action.

If the Shen family had taken action, he would have been gone by now.

Unless the Shen family spends a lot of money to personally invite an alchemist to refine a great medicine for him to improve his foundation. "Yaman Zhou Hu said on the side.

Lin Qinghe nodded. He had always used Zhou Hu, his subordinate, very smoothly.

Suddenly, he thought of something and said softly, "Zhou Hu, I will be transferred to the prefecture in a few days. Do you want to come with me?"

When the yamen runners around heard this, they immediately looked at Zhou Hu with envy.

Their leader, Lin Qinghe, was different from the others who came from humble backgrounds. He came from a wealthy and powerful family.

Coming to Ninghe County is like gilding.

Zhou Hu was stunned. For some reason, he had a bad feeling in his heart.

"Boss, I'll talk about this later."

About half an hour later, the people from the government office left the insane asylum.

Zhou Hu followed Lin Qinghe, with a worried look on his face: "Boss, take me to the county, Zhou Hu will never forget it.

"It's just that the term of office of a general constable is at least three years. Why are you leaving suddenly? Could it be that...something went wrong in Hongyun Village?"

Lin Qinghe has been in Ninghe County for two and a half years. Logically speaking, he should be able to be promoted to the county after staying for another half a year.

As a result, with half a year left, he didn't want to stay and left.

There is something fishy about this.

Recently, villagers have been missing in Hongyun Village, and Lin Qinghe has been dealing with this matter.

Zhou Hu's suspicion may be related to this incident.

"You're right, it's related to Hongyun Village." Lin Qinghe did not hide it.

As a wealthy family, even if they say something nonsense and the common people hear it, so what?
In this world, wealthy families don't need to hide too much.

“After investigation, it was found that the people missing in Hongyun Village in recent days were caused by a ghost.

This ghost spirit is... yellow level, and not just any yellow level!"

Mentioning this, Lin Qinghe's face was filled with worry.

The ghosts in this world can be divided into several levels according to their strength and degree of danger, such as mortal, yellow, mysterious, earth, heaven, god...

The mortal level is the weakest, and some of them even just absorb the yang energy of men, and may only cause injuries to a dozen creatures.

The yellow level is different. The yellow level ghost is enough to cause disaster to a region and kill hundreds of people in a village.

It is very difficult for an ordinary county government office to deal with yellow-level ghosts.

"Yellow level, it's actually yellow level!" Zhou Hu's face tensed, "Hurry up and notify the people in Hongyun Village to move out!"

“It can’t be moved.” Lin Qinghe shook his head, looking helpless. “The ghost in Hongyun Village is very special. It comes from an ancient well. This ancient well is connected to the underground river of Hongyun Village. Almost all the people in Hongyun Village have drunk the water from this ancient well. They...will all die!”

"Besides, the people in Hongyun Village are making Hongyun porcelain day and night, and the last batch to be supplied to Moshan Country is about to be produced. They can't leave now!"

Hongyun Village is most famous for its Hongyun porcelain.

This kind of porcelain is beautiful and crystal clear, and is most loved by dignitaries.

Ten years ago, Moshan State and Ning State went to war. Ning State was defeated and ceded several prefectures of land and had to pay some tribute.

Hongyun porcelain was among the tribute.

The last batch of tribute will be completely cooked in half a month and then transported to the provincial capital.

So, no matter what, the people of Hongyun Village can only die.

Zhou Hu frowned, his face full of pain.

He understood that the leader's family learned the news and that was why they transferred him away.

Otherwise, if Hongyun Village is destroyed during his tenure, his assessment score will not be excellent, which will affect his future career.

"Is there no way to transfer a yellow-level imperial soldier over?" Zhou Hu knew this, but was still very angry.

Hongyun Village has a total of 700 households and a population of over a thousand!

"The ghosts in Hongyun Village are very special. A yellow-level guard master is not enough. A black-level guard master is needed! The black-level guard masters are now entangled with Yeshan Lake. How can they have the time to take care of these kiln people?" Lin Qinghe said helplessly.

Although he felt sympathy for these kiln workers, he was powerless to do anything.

There are very few Xuan-level imperial soldiers in Ningguo.

As for the earth level and heaven level, they are even rarer.

It is even said that Ningguo does not have a heavenly-level military commander.

A ground-level military commander is already the peak combat power of Ningguo!

"Boss, I, Zhou Hu, can't go to Fu County with you!" Zhou Hu said gritting his teeth.

Hearing this, Lin Qinghe sighed: "If you abandon Hongyun Village and follow me to Fu County, perhaps I won't value you so much."

……

"Is this the ghost?"

“It doesn’t look strong either!”

"Sure enough, how can this little boss created by the game compare to my personally trained and strong body?"

The night was dark. Qi Yuan looked at the octopus-like ghost in front of him and sighed softly.

"Master, hurry up... hurry up... I can't take it anymore!"

"Give me more blessings!"

"Ah, it kisses me and puts its tentacles in my mouth, wuwu..."

Chen Kangbao clenched his teeth, his pale face turned red, and his thin body was like an iron clamp, tightly imprisoning the evil spirit.

"Blessed, don't worry, I will kill it immediately."

Although Qi Yuan has been trying very hard to kill mosquitoes these days, he even pretended to be a cat killing mice.

But his experience value increase is still very weak.

His fighting ability is average.

When killing mosquitoes at night, Qi Yuan saw this ghost. He imitated the last time and blessed Chen Kangbao, allowing Chen Kangbao to hug the ghost.

"Hold on a little longer."

Qi Yuan glanced at the ghost with curiosity in his eyes.

[The seven-clawed black ghost is a common ghost. In the fairy world, it is comparable to a high-level cultivator in the Qi Refining Realm.]

Qi Yuan was very curious.

This seven-clawed black monster looks fierce, but its fighting ability seems to be average.

If we use blasting streets and blasting stars to express it, this seven-clawed black ghost may not even be as good as the low-level Qi Refining.

"Could it be... because the world is different and the rules are different?"

Qi Yuan was confused.

It’s like, one person lives in a world made of cotton, and another person lives in a world made of steel. Of course, the person living in the cotton world seems to be more destructive.

Of course, there are more doubts here, which Qi Yuan cannot understand for the time being.

The information obtained is too little and too closed.

Now he is in the information cocoon of the game.

"I am the kitchen knife!"

Qi Yuan attacked and chopped the tentacles of the seven-clawed Mogui with a knife. Suddenly, the tentacles broke and black water continued to flow out.

"Wow, this water is sweet and delicious." Chen Kangbao showed a happy expression on his face, "Mortal-level ghost spirit, sweet!"

"Hold it tight, it's still struggling, don't hurt me."

Qi Yuan said this and continued to attack, like cutting vegetables.

With his strength, it would be difficult for him to be a match for the seven-clawed black monster. But it was different when he was hugged by Chen Kangbao. He was like fish on a chopping board.

At this moment, Qi Yuan was thoughtful.

"I understand now how to act as a kitchen knife, Chen Kangbao, it turns out that you are my chopping board!"

Chen Kangbao hugged the ghost and kept chopping it. Isn't this just like playing the role of a kitchen knife?
After realizing this, Qi Yuan suddenly discovered that the progress bar where he played the role of Caidao had reached 30%.

A prompt sound came.

[When the progress of playing as a kitchen knife reaches 30%, your body gains the attributes of a kitchen knife and unlocks the sharp attribute.

Your body is sharper. 】

"Ah? I unlocked the kitchen knife attribute and turned into a kitchen knife?"

Qi Yuan clearly felt that his body had become sharper.

But he was worried.

This is ancient times.

The kitchen knife is obviously... not stainless steel.

Should he add some carbon tomorrow, turning it first into steel and then into stainless steel? Otherwise, what if it gets rusted if he takes too many baths?
"Master, are you ready?" Chen Kangbao said anxiously, "I'm almost full!"

He drank a lot of the blood of the seven-clawed ink monster.

"Once you hear the sound of a cold and ruthless mechanical system, you can let go?"

As Qi Yuan spoke, his sharp palm suddenly slashed at the body of the seven-clawed Mo Gui.

Suddenly, the seven-clawed black monster broke into pieces.

"You killed the Seven-clawed Ink Trickster, and your experience points increased significantly."

A cold and heartless mechanical voice was heard.

Qi Yuan's eyes lit up.

Because his character level was upgraded to level 15.

Upgraded to level 6 in one go, which is much faster than killing the strange black and white dog!
You know, after he reached level 9, he killed a lot of mosquitoes, but he still couldn't level up, as if he had encountered a bottleneck.

Now, I am finally at level 15.

After reaching level 15, he clearly felt that there was something different about himself.

Before level 9, he was still a mortal, but now, he can barely be considered extraordinary.

As the seven-clawed ink ghost became silent, Qi Yuan discovered that its body seemed to have turned into a puff of black smoke and disappeared.

This surprised Qi Yuan.

Chen Kangbao next to him was a little disappointed. He was still hungry and didn't get to eat the seven-clawed black ghost.

Although Gui cannot be eaten, he is a servant of the gods, so it shouldn't be too much to eat some Gui, right?
"I think we should kill some ghosts, as killing ghosts will improve our strength faster!" Qi Yuan said seriously.

Killing mosquitoes is too slow to improve.

As for the brothers and sisters in the mental hospital, they spoke nicely, were interesting people, and had not offended Qi Yuan, so Qi Yuan naturally would not kill them at will.

Killing the evil spirit is the best choice.

"Ghost?" Chen Kang frowned, as if he was thinking about something.

At this moment, Qi Yuan suddenly frowned and said, "Shut up."

Chen Kangbao stopped talking immediately.

Qi Yuan looked thoughtful.

"I think I heard someone calling me?"

Just now, he seemed to hear someone calling him.

However, the soundproofing in this world was too good and he couldn't hear clearly.

“Could it be the voice of the voiceless?”

"No, that's not it!" Qi Yuan shook his head violently.

The sound of silence is no sound.

There was a sound he heard just now, but it seemed to be far away and he couldn't hear it clearly.

……

In Hongyun Village.

Zhou Hu was dressed as a constable with a big sword hanging from his waist.

It seemed that because it rained last night, the red soil on the ground was muddy and stained the soles of his feet.

He stepped on the bluestone slabs, with a hint of worry in his eyes.

Before the official kiln is launched, the news of the birth of the yellow-level ghost in Hongyun Village cannot be leaked.

Otherwise, he would not be able to bear the responsibility and would also implicate Lin Qinghe.

Now he feels guilty and conflicted.

"Uncle Zhou, this is it. Uncle Li suddenly vomited water from his mouth last night, and then... he died." The young boy Li Xiaodan's clothes were full of patches and his face was dark. Although he was young, he also often went to the kiln.

The person who died suddenly and mysteriously in Hongyun Village yesterday was Li Xiaodan’s neighbor.

"Ah."

Zhou Hu entered Uncle Li’s simple house made of red clay and walked out about a quarter of an hour later.

He looked very unhappy.

Because, in the past few days, more and more people have died in Hongyun Village.

"Master, come in and have a drink of water." Li Xiaodan shouted from outside.

Zhou Hu looked at Li Xiaodan's thin body, thought about it, and then went into Li Xiaodan's room.

He also has a son of about the same age.

Entering Li Xiaodan's house, the simple house is in sight.

There wasn't even a bedroom. There was only half a wall serving as a partition, and that wall was attached to a bed.

Li Xiaodan brought over some water: "Master, drink some water!"

"From an ancient well?"

"Correct."

"Drink less of this water. It doesn't feel clean." Zhou Hu didn't drink the water.

Feeling helpless.

Is there anyone in Hongyun Village who didn’t drink water?

"Uncle Zhou, people often die in the village these days. What's going on?" Li Xiaodan asked nervously.

"Don't worry, I'm here." Zhou Hu said after a pause.

"As long as I'm here, everything will be fine!" Li Xiaodan showed an innocent smile on her face.

At this time, Zhou Hu's attention was attracted by a strange "statue" on the tribute seat in the room.

"What is this? Do you still believe in God?" Zhou Hu asked curiously.

"A few days ago, a traveling merchant came over and said that many people in the Middle-earth believed in this god. The village had been uneasy recently, and I was afraid that I couldn't protect my sister, so I gritted my teeth and bought this statue. I prayed day and night, hoping that he could protect me and my sister.

This god is called Shenlin!
The traveling merchant said that He is the most powerful...artifact in Middle-earth!"

Ghosts are divided into levels such as mortal, yellow, mysterious, earth, heaven, and god.

The weapon controlled by the Imperial Guard has the same name as this one.

Although the powerful weapon has no consciousness, its power is unpredictable.

Many people choose to worship the sacred artifacts to seek protection.

"Never heard of it." Zhou Hu shook his head.

At the same time, he had something else in his mind that he hadn't said.

If this statue had powerful power, Li Xiaodan would not be able to afford it.

So... Li Xiaodan was probably cheated by that traveling merchant.

After all, even he couldn't afford that kind of statue, let alone Li Xiaodan.

Just then, a cold voice came from outside the house.

“The Divine Reach is the national treasure of the Baicang Nation. Unfortunately… a hundred years ago, there was a great turmoil and the artifact was shattered and turned into ashes.

Your statue is real... but the god is dead, what use is the statue?"

A Taoist nun with a tall figure and a face as cold as jade walked in. She looked like a god, with endless melancholy in her eyes.

"Kid, I want to sell this statue to you for 500 taels of silver. Will you sell it to me?"

(End of this chapter)