The Secret Way of Immortality

Ren Qing let out a long breath, then closed "Travels of Thatched Cottage," leaning against the wall to rest his eyes.

He suddenly realized that the year of lifespan consumed by the human-skin book was not that expensive a price after all.

It should be known that the strange objects in the prison could form a forbidden area, indicating that they were definitely not in the Martial Realm before death, and had already developed intelligence.

Even if it was also a strange object produced by the human-skin book, its essence was vastly different with the improvement of realm.

In this world, he might be the only one who could use strange objects above the Martial Realm to master spells.

Fortunately, Song Zongwu didn't notice it.

It's a pity that the higher the realm of the strange object, the more exaggerated the lifespan Ren Qing needs to consume to master spells with it.

Ren Qing prepared to walk out of the Martial Arts Building, when he suddenly heard uncontrollable coughing.

"Cough cough cough..."

The old constable walked out of the inner room, looking to be seventy or eighty years old, needing a crutch to support himself when walking.

"The Martial Arts Building will be closed soon, you can come again tomorrow."

"Thank you for the reminder, old sir."

Ren Qing nodded and put "Travels of Thatched Cottage" back on the bookshelf.

He didn't plan to come again, as the remaining martial arts manuals were useless to him.

As long as he could successfully advance to the Half-Corpse Realm and his eyes were transformed into double pupils, even the most exquisite techniques could probably be easily seen through.

The old constable noticed "Travels of Thatched Cottage" and suddenly opened his mouth to say, "I want to ask, is he alright?"

Ren Qing didn't answer, only hearing the old constable say to himself, "Cough cough cough, is Song Zongwu alright?"

Ren Qing didn't know how to describe it, so he could only perfunctorily say, "He's fine, well... his body is very tough."

The old constable said with a smile, "I see, then I'm relieved."

After Ren Qing left, the old constable's amiable expression suddenly became extremely distorted, and he weakly closed the door tightly.

The coughing became more and more violent.

Ren Qing took a deep look at the Martial Arts Building, that old constable must have some relationship with Song Zongwu, and the two looked somewhat similar.

Could it be brothers?

Ren Qing didn't intend to delve into it, it was better to explore the human-skin book more.

He came back to his senses from his focused state, only then remembering that he hadn't eaten today, his stomach was already rumbling with hunger, and he couldn't help but quicken his pace.

When he returned to the Firewood Hall, he saw green smoke billowing from the stove, crackling, obviously there were corpses burning inside.

However, Ren Qing had already learned from Xiao Wu before leaving that the corpse came from a fisherman who drowned in the suburbs.

Because the corpse had been soaked in water for a few days, it was not easy to burn, and the time required would be at least doubled.

Ren Qing walked into the yard and found some steamed buns and side dishes on the stone table.

The food was provided by the yamen. Strangely enough, there was not much fertile land outside the city, but the granaries inside the city were already full.

He ate while heading towards the location of the stove.

Ren Qing quickly found Xiao Wu and the others, including a familiar figure, but he was taciturn and did not speak.

"Bo Feng?"

Ren Qing couldn't help but be surprised.

Bo Feng had changed a lot, revealing a sense of decadence. Not only had his original black hair turned completely silver, but his face was also covered with ravines and wrinkles.

Bo Feng looked up at Ren Qing and said with a wry smile, "Brother Ren, I will be working in Tan Street from now on, don't dislike it."

Ren Qing couldn't help but ask, "Could it be that the yamen runners under your command blamed you, but what does the death and injury in the prison have to do with you?"

Li Mian explained, "Bo Feng took the initiative to transfer here, we just found out."

Xiao Wu nodded, obviously very interested in why Bo Feng came here.

Bo Feng sighed: "There are only seven yamen runners on the street. Four people died in the prison. I know all their families..."

Speaking of this, he covered his head in pain.

Bo Feng didn't want to be in charge of the firewood anymore, so he took the initiative to transfer to Tan Street. Of course, Ren Qing was also involved. The latter's performance in the prison was indeed obvious to all.

Ren Qing patted Bo Feng on the shoulder and agreed without hesitation.

The main reason was that there were too few people in Tan Street. If he really got busy, it might affect his cultivation. Secondly, with Bo Feng in charge, Ren Qing could rest assured and be a hands-off shopkeeper.

Bo Feng's emotions gradually recovered, and his expression was relieved.

The few people chatted casually with steamed buns and side dishes, using this to draw closer to each other.

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When Bo Feng mentioned that the street he originally managed was located in the east of the west district, Ren Qing couldn't help but ask about the headless corpses in the east district.

"You're talking about the headless case, right? It's mainly concentrated in the south district now, and I don't know what the murderer behind it is aiming for..."

Li Mian frowned and asked, "So many people have died, I'm afraid it's related to certain forces."

Bo Feng shook his head and said, "It doesn't look like it. I've seen a few of the corpses, and the cuts at the necks are exactly the same, so it should be the work of one person."

Xiao Wu curled up his body and asked a little fearfully, "The urban area will definitely be closed after someone dies. Hasn't the murderer been found?"

Bo Feng couldn't help but look around, then whispered, "The cuts on the necks are too smooth, they don't look like they were cut open by sharp weapons at all, but rather like the heads grew legs and ran away themselves."

Xiao Wu's teeth began to chatter: "Don't... don't... scare me."

Ren Qing comforted him: "The yamen must have taken corresponding measures, and besides, no wall is airtight. Continuing to commit crimes will inevitably reveal clues."

"Indeed, I feel that there have been fewer beheading cases recently."

"Brother Bo, pay more attention to the west district, and tell me if any headless corpses appear."

"No problem, I know many constables in the yamen."

Bo Feng agreed repeatedly, and the benefits of having a veteran yamen runner were revealed. At least in terms of connections, Ren Qing was far behind.

"I'm going to sleep first, I'll talk about anything tomorrow morning."

Ren Qing got up and walked towards the厢房, taking a pig's eye with an unchanged face.

Bo Feng happened to see it, and his expression became incredible: "What did Ren catchman just eat? Why does it look like raw meat?"

Li Heng said with a strange expression: "It's actually a relatively fresh pig's eye. After removing the blood, there is no fishy smell at all, and it has a bit of sweetness in the mouth."

The others had strange expressions, and Li Heng said with a flushed face: "I saw the catchman eat it every day, I was just curious for a while."

Xiao Wu opened his mouth with contempt and said: "Brother Qing's eyesight is not good. The doctor said that he eats it to supplement his shape."

Li Heng still wanted to explain, but even his brother Li Mian's eyes were a little wrong, and he couldn't help but want to cry without tears.

As for why Ren Qing intentionally or unintentionally revealed that his eyesight was not good, it was actually because he would inevitably have to cover up his double pupils after being promoted to the Half-Corpse Realm.

He didn't have a good way to deal with this, but he didn't want to join the forbidden soldiers too early, at least until his strength reached a level where he could protect himself.

Compared to the firewood workers who occasionally encounter danger, the risks that the forbidden soldiers need to bear are too great.

Ren Qing even suspected that there should be quite a few forbidden areas outside the city.

Those firewood workers in Hexing Street who were transferred away from Sanxiang City, said that the village was suffering from a plague, but it was actually very likely related to the forbidden area, and I'm afraid they were in grave danger.