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Chapter 3 The Guest

Chapter 3 Visitors

His father was originally a practitioner, and a practitioner of the Wanyu Immortal Sect. Although he was a handyman who could not even enter the outer sect, he was kicked out.

But for such a person, after decades of accumulation, the property purchased will not be too rubbish.

In addition to the study room, there is a kitchen, two large bedrooms, a living room in the main room, a side room, and a large yard, with an old peach tree planted in the yard.

All added up, it covers more than 100 to 200 square meters. In the previous life, it was considered a standard villa and mansion with a yard.

'Haha, I have been around for more than 20 years in my previous life, but I still haven't made a name for myself. Now I have just traveled through time, and now I am one of the homeowners, and I have inherited an iron rice bowl. What does this mean?'

‘Is it possible to travel through time and become rich?’

The thought flashed through his mind, and he shook his head with some self-mockery. As he walked towards the door, he reached out and took out a fire note from his pocket.

Before entering the secret room, he had lit an oil lamp in his study, but now that the oil lamp had burned out, it was clear that he had been in the secret room for a long time, as could be seen from the dried blood in the secret room.

"call······"

Hold the fire stick, cross the desk, blow it gently, and prepare to light the movable lamp similar to a lantern at the door of the study.

Wang Zijia instantly became nervous because the other party was not only wearing black clothes, but also holding a knife.

"Um?"

When he handed the Huozhezi to the other party and used the faint red light to see the other party's face clearly, Wang Zijia's heart skipped a beat.

The man in black who had just entered the house instantly felt his hair stand on end. Under the threat of death, he had no time to turn around. He held the knife with both experienced hands, turned his hands, inserted the long knife under his arm, and stabbed the tip of the knife towards his back.

The body turned into an afterimage, and with a cold light, it rushed towards the target who had just jumped into the room.

Then he grabbed the weight in his hand that belonged to the original owner and was the only one that could increase his combat power in a short period of time.

He took out the fire fold again, blew a few breaths, and looked at the other party with the faint red light.

"No, the original owner doesn't seem to have any ghost twin brothers in his memory, and the original owner's cheap father doesn't have another son."

The dagger instantly sank into the opponent's waist and penetrated through the spine.

After a while, whether it was because the body was cooling after death or for other reasons, Wang Zijia discovered that the skin on the little fat man's chin was bleeding, as if he was bleeding under the skin.

If it were the original owner, he would definitely have no choice but to throw a bullet at him.

At this time, a long silver knife was inserted through the gap in the window. The blade was snow-white, with a cold light shining, and it was extremely sharp. Gently moving it upward, the long knife cut through the wooden window like cutting tofu.

"Forehead!"

Looking at the corpse in front of him, Wang Zijia frowned and kept searching for the memory of his predecessor.

"Nima, could it be possible that the twins of the original body were killed by mistake?"

"call······"

The window opened silently, and the other party carefully looked outside the window. When no one was found, he jumped into the room through the window.

Unfortunately, there was no chance. After inserting the knife into the spine of the opponent's waist, Wang Zijia did not stop. Instead, he used a flash of lightning and backhand to insert the dagger with the other hand from the spine of the opponent's back neck, diagonally upward, and emerged from the Adam's apple.

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Status: Innovative

Value:87

Introduction: Unique level martial arts, dagger type. Due to special circumstances, this martial arts has been innovated, transcendental and holy. It is not far away from being completely extraordinary and becoming a magic spell.

After finishing all this, Wang Zijia did not relax and quickly pulled out the dagger. Before the other party could completely die, he quietly jumped out of the room.

He is fifteen or sixteen years old, with a childish round face, and a chubby body... he is exactly the same as he remembers.

He originally practiced assassin martial arts, and he was even more extraordinary and holy, almost becoming a Dharma. In addition, it was still midnight at the moment, and the weather and place were favorable. He was like a ghost, quietly surveying his surroundings without leaving a trace.

The other party did not stop at the door of the study, but came directly to the window.

The suspicious Wang Zijia found a bronze mirror in the study, lit a lantern and came to it again. When comparing them, they were exactly the same, just like looking into a mirror.

As Wang Zijia's thoughts fell, a group of related skill weights belonging to the previous life all trembled and turned into light spots. A huge weight was born from the scale on the right.

With a slight movement in his expression, he reached out his hand to touch it carefully.

As the new weights merged with the weights in his hands, countless insights emerged in Wang Zijia's mind, as if he transformed into an assassin, constantly practicing a set of dagger skills.

Weight: Nineteen cuts of Youlong Short Sword

The other person who was about to say something froze up. His spine, vocal cords, and cervical arteries were all severed. His whole body instantly collapsed to the ground like mud, and he uttered tiny murmurs, accompanied by blood gushing out.

In the empty yard, an old peach tree casts a shadow under the moonlight, making the yard look a bit deep. And at the edge of the yard, a vague black figure is standing against the wall, looking at it warily.

around.

The scale trembled slightly, and the silver experience weights emerged. With a quick wave of his hand, he threw all the weights from his previous life, such as [One Hundred and Eight Postures], [Eye Exercises] and so on, into them.

"Pfft!"

It might even be the mastermind behind it, the kind who came to collect the corpse.

"Uh-huh..."

And in his sneak attack just now, there was no magical aura, so it was even less likely that he was a monk.

After Wang Zijia jumped out of the room, he quickly scanned the yard and found no other movement. After hesitating for a moment, he quietly walked out from the back door of the courtyard wall, looked around carefully, and then quickly followed the shadow of the courtyard wall.

It turned around in a circle.

Suddenly, a slight sound sounded from the garden, as if someone jumped in from outside the yard.

"Wow!"

The dim moonlight scattered in the courtyard, making it not completely dark, but only a vague shadow could be seen.

There was not much time to think, and Wang Zijia quickly disappeared into his mind.

“Redeem them all!”

Without it, this guy's appearance is exactly the same as the original owner in his memory.

Wang Zijia, who had regained consciousness at this moment, decisively held his breath and leaned against the wall next to the window.

"Dong..."

My father died suddenly, my body was poisoned, and at this moment, the man in black entered the house at night... Based on the information in my memory, if you add it all up, you can use your toes to think that something bad happened.

It seemed that the other party came alone.

On the ground, the little fat man who lost his mask had some subtle changes on his face, but it remained basically the same. He still looked a bit like him, but it was no longer exactly the same. At most, he was only seventy percent similar.

The faint smell of blood filled the air. In this moment's delay, the people in the room had completely lost their breath, and the blood that was shooting in the neck also slowed down and gurgled outward.

At least it's not unfamiliar.

‘Sixteen Slashes of Wandering Dragon: Back Stab of Wandering Dragon!’

"wait······"

The person who has been stabbed wants to say something.

Level: Unrivaled Skill

'Now!'

When Wang Zijia took a closer look, he discovered that it was not blood seeping under the skin, but something on the other person's face. The blood seeped in along the wound, causing this situation.

What made Wang Zijia frown was that the other person's body shape seemed to be somewhat similar to his own, and he was also a little fat man. As for his martial arts skills, he didn't know.

"Um?"

It seems that the other party is very familiar with the yard?

No other enemies found!

But at this moment, Wang Zijia's cultivation has not only reached the basic level of acquired skills, and has been promoted to a first-class master, but he has also mastered martial arts to the point where he is almost a magic spell. How can he take it easy?

He was seen swaying slightly, and he only slightly adjusted the direction of the thrust, but his forward movement was not delayed at all.

"Huh? This is..."

In an attempt to use this method of common death to force Wang Zijia to change his tactics in order to gain a chance to breathe.

The mask is extremely thin and elastic. It feels like a latex mask and is extremely elastic.

After confirming that there was no danger for the time being, Wang Zijia climbed into the yard again and came to the study.

The black shadow seemed to have been waiting for a long time. After looking around the dark yard and seeing no lights or sounds of people, he walked directly towards the bedroom where he originally lived. His purpose seemed clear.

This weird situation made him forget even the fear of killing someone for the first time.

In a moment, he touched something, and with a little force, he actually pulled out a transparent, cling film-like mask from the little fat man's face.

Repeating it day by day, practicing day by day, he mastered the martial arts from thirteen cuts to nineteen cuts, almost to the point where it became a law.

Holding his breath and concentrating, Wang Zijia was ready to attack. Holding the dagger in both hands, he instinctively used the most powerful sneak attack in his secret skill.

Wang Zijia, who had already entered the room with martial arts skills, paused momentarily. He decisively stopped his movements, covered the fire folding bag, put it in his arms, quietly came to the window, and looked towards the courtyard through the window in the moonlight.

More like brothers!

"Isn't this the legendary human skin mask?"

"Um?"

Looking at the black shadow, Wang Zijia's heart skipped a beat.

There was no time to reflect carefully, because at this moment, the man in black in the courtyard had not only opened the window of the former bedroom, but also jumped in to check. After finding no one, he had already walked straight to the outside of the study.

Although the opponent is a warrior, the opponent's spine and carotid artery were severed. Even if he does not die instantly, he cannot do anything.

Looking at the other party, and then at the transparent mask film in his hand, Wang Zijia frowned slightly, her heart surging.

"Gulu..."

My stomach growled again, and I became even hungrier. Even the continuously running exercises slowed down a bit.

Temporarily suppressing his hunger, Wang Zijia began to search the little fat man. Apart from wearing a tight-fitting black dress, he also had a small package on his waist.
Chapter completed!
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