"A few days ago, another tenant came to the old Fang family mansion. This time it was a sixty-year-old old man living alone. He was also a martial artist with good martial arts skills!"
"The people from the Wanjia Chamber of Commerce thought that this old man was a skilled martial artist and could control the house, so they deliberately concealed the rumor of the haunted house and let him move in, so that the rumor would be dispelled."
"Who would have thought that this old man with great martial arts skills would die tragically in the hall the next day."
"When he was found, his body was covered in blood. It was a horrible sight. He was lying face down in a pool of blood in the hall. Before he died, he only stretched out one finger and dipped it in blood to write a strange sentence: Don't stop! On the other side was the word 'there is a ghost' written in black and red."
"From this, we can see how much torture this old warrior suffered from the evil spirit before he died. He even lost his mind and wrote nonsense that made no sense."
Shunfenger touched his upper and lower lips and told another strange story, which made the tea drinkers gradually fascinated.
"The people from the Wanjia Chamber of Commerce are thinking of something bad this time. I'm afraid the reputation of this haunted house will spread throughout the imperial capital. How dare they continue to recruit tenants?"
"The next day, after we had a lot of trouble to get the government's police chief to help us, they immediately sealed off the house and prohibited anyone from entering or leaving."
"When the neighbors heard that the house was haunted, they naturally tried to avoid it. Some even stayed at their relatives' houses for a few days, fearing that they would disturb the evil spirit. Since then, the area around the house has become sparsely populated, and few people dare to hang around there in broad daylight."
"Who would have thought that two days ago, an accident happened again."
"It's been raining in the capital. The weather is wet and cold, and it's extremely uncomfortable."
"There was an old beggar on the street who sneaked into the Fang family's old house to avoid the rain. He didn't dare to force his way in, so he took shelter under the eaves."
"But the accident still happened------"
The tea drinkers were fascinated by what they heard.
In a corner of the teahouse, an old tea drinker with completely white hair curled his lips.
"This guy is really good at boasting. How can it be so mysterious?"
This old tea drinker is Qiao Mu.
In fact, what he did was not so exaggerated, but this eloquent storyteller exaggerated it and turned it into a ghost story in the imperial capital.
This ghost story became more widely circulated and more bizarre than Qiumu had expected.
Qiao Mu picked up the teacup on the table, took a sip, and sank into his thoughts.
This death rating: D+ (Humane firewood)
Lifespan lost due to death: 1 (0.5*2) years
Remaining resurrections this week: 3/5
Current age: 93
Qi and blood: 66%
Skills: Slightly
In the blink of an eye, another three years have passed.
Qiao Mu felt that time flies by and years make people grow old.
These three deaths occurred in the identities of tenant Lu Renjia, a fourth-rank warrior who did not believe in evil, and an old beggar.
Because his flesh and blood have become so changeable, Qiumu would try his best to make subtle adjustments to his appearance and even body shape every time he changed his identity.
Obviously, he succeeded and the effect was better than expected.
Otherwise, the government officials would not have regarded this as a haunting, and the situation would have escalated to an even more bizarre level.
After all... the triplets of old people disguised themselves and died one after another in the Fang family's old house. This matter exudes an evil nature. By then, it will not only be one of the top ten weird things in the imperial capital, but may be the biggest weird thing in the imperial capital.
Qiao Mu stood up, paid for the tea, and walked towards the door. He secretly stretched his muscles, twisted his neck and waist.
There were crackling sounds from all the joints in his body.
"Am I really old?" Qiao Mu wondered.
It is an indisputable fact that he does look old.
His Qi and blood have indeed declined and are no longer at their peak. As his age increased from 90 to 93, his Qi and blood also decreased by 4% to 66%.
But these are just numbers on paper.
Qiao Mu secretly clenched his fists, feeling the surging energy and blood in his body.
"The Xumi Mountain King Sutra, or the Humanity Sutra, is indeed a rare achievement of the time. Hai Wuya's advancement in martial arts may not be inferior to that of the martial saint who practiced a strange martial art and ate humans."
Qiao Mu only knew that Hai Wuya seemed to be related to the Wu Ji Society, and did not delve into his background.
He didn't know that Hai Wuya was actually one of the "Seventy-two Sages" below the Martial Saint, which meant that he possessed talents or unique skills that surpassed the Martial Saint in some aspect.
“However, no matter how powerful Hai Wuya is, his energy and life span are limited. Whether the "Sumeru Mountain King Sutra" can be transformed into the "Humanity Sutra" that Hai Wuya dreams of is destined to not be accomplished overnight. It will take a long time.”
"And my talent can perhaps be seen as speeding up the process of time?"
This thought flashed through Qiao Mu’s mind.
Three deaths are not enough to deduce the sixth level of the "Sumeru King Sutra".
But he already had a certain direction and was no longer rushing around without any clue. He deduced the skills and it was almost like the disintegration of the demon.
Qiao Mu walked out of the teahouse, and every step he took, he heard a familiar voice.
"Senior Qiao, are you also here in the teahouse to listen to the story?"
The person who spoke was the jailer Fang Yuan.
In the past few days, when he was not causing trouble, Qiao Mu often appeared in front of the young jailer and taught him martial arts. "Qiao Shuanglin" and the jailer Fang Yuan gradually became familiar with each other.
"Yes, listening to books." Qiao Mu said casually:
"Speaking of which, I heard your old house is haunted recently."
Fang Yuan was startled, then replied:
"Indeed. I heard that several tenants died tragically... Is this a haunted place? Perhaps only immortal cultivators have such mysterious means?"
He looked straight ahead and did not look at Qiao Mu, and his expression did not change at all.
"Yes. But speaking of it, has the land price of your old house dropped?" Qiao Mu asked.
Fang Yuan suddenly realized.
"That's a big drop, of course. People in the world are naturally very taboo about such a haunted house."
"Doesn't Wan Ronghua have the background of the Da Dao Sect? Why not ask the Da Dao Sect's extraordinary people to take action for this kind of haunted house?" Qiao Mu asked.
"How can a dog ask its master to do something for him? Wan Ronghua has climbed up the ladder of the Dao Sect, but if he wants a person who is too arrogant to do anything for him, then he is dreaming." Fang Yuan sneered.
"Of course, we can't guess what the aliens are thinking. If there are really aliens who are willing to do this, it is not impossible."
"Let's not talk about this anymore. The price of our old house has dropped to... 10% of its original price in the past half month!"
One percent
This was a bigger drop than Qiumu had imagined.
But think about it.
There were so-called "haunted houses" in Qiao Mu's previous life, and the prices were basically discounted by 30%, 40%, 70%, or 80%.
In a feudal dynasty like the Great Yan Dynasty where there were cultivators, the appearance of evil spirits such as demons and ghosts was naturally normal, and it was possible for people to die.
Therefore, it is not too outrageous for a house like this, which is suspected to be haunted by evil spirits, to drop to only 10% of its original price.
If Qiao Mu was a little more ruthless and died a few more times, I'm afraid no one would want this house even if it was given away for free.
However, there is a truth that too much is as bad as too little.
During these three deaths, Qiao Mu tested out his "Hundreds of Flesh and Blood Transformations" which he had already mastered to some extent, and he would not be discovered by the constables of the imperial capital.
That's enough.
If things continue to get out of hand, it might attract immortal cultivators, and it might also alert Wayne, the world's number one detective.
If something goes wrong then, it will be fun.
"With your savings, you can buy it for 10% of the price, right?" Qiao Mu asked.
"Of course it is enough." Fang Yuan said with a smile:
"This time, the Fang Family Chamber of Commerce is really in trouble. It can only be said that those who do evil will eventually suffer the consequences."
"Indeed, it was a disaster sent from heaven."
Qiao Mu glanced at Fang Yuan and left.
When Fang Yuan buys the ancestral house, he will be able to obtain the Blood Moon Map that all the spirit-refining warriors covet, and he can also take this opportunity to fight with the sword ghost, the spirit-refining warrior.
Fang Yuan stood there, watching Qiao Mu's departing back. Many thoughts flashed through his mind, but in the end, he did not ask the question that had been lingering in his mind for a long time.
Qiao Mu sent three of his assassins to stage a show specifically for this purpose, and died because of it
In order to lower the price of the house, you don't have to go to such extremes, right
Did he use some secret method like the turtle breathing technique to fake the deaths of the three assassins? But could he conceal this from the government
With the knowledge of Fang Yuan, a ninth-rank warrior, he was completely confused.
But he didn't ask.
Everyone has secrets, Qiao Shuanglin is like this, and so is Fang Yuan.
Qiao Mu didn't ask him why he was able to master the first level of the Sumeru Mountain King Sutra in just one month, and he didn't ask Qiao Mu how he did such a strange thing.
Although he is young, he is a smart man who knows when to advance and when to retreat.
What's more, what Qiumu did was obviously beneficial to him. He was helping and doing things in order to reduce the price of the old house, but his means of doing things were a bit weird.
Fang Yuan naturally wouldn't stand up and ask questions.
"I have to prepare to raise money. If I can really buy the ancestral home, it will be considered as fulfilling one of my biggest wishes."
There was a hint of excitement in Fang Yuan's eyes.
Although he was confident, had excellent aptitude in martial arts, practiced diligently, and encountered many adventures, he also knew that it would be extremely difficult to face a behemoth like Wan Ronghua.
He originally thought that it would take him decades to master his magical powers before he would have a chance to redeem his ancestral home, but now he sees hope.
"It's a pity that my little sister left home and didn't live to see this day..." he murmured to himself.
The closer the wish is to being fulfilled, the more memories of the past emerge in my mind.
"Ever since my little sister got the strange disease called 'Yuyu Syndrome' and ran away from home, I haven't seen her since."
"If we buy the ancestral house, she will hear the news and she will know that our Fang Yuan is no longer in such a difficult situation as before. Maybe we will be able to meet one day...if she is still in the imperial capital."
The dead are gone.
Buying an old house is actually just a symbolic act, it can only make Fang Yuan feel a little relieved.
What he was actually worried about was his little sister who left home without saying goodbye.
My parents died of illness, my old house was forced to sell, and my younger sister ran away from home...
Buying an old, old house is not called going home, because if you are alone, the Fang family ancestral home is just an old house.
Home is where family is.
This is Fang Yuan’s obsession with buying the ancestral home.
Chapter 132 Buy a house early (4k
A few days later.
Within the surrounding area.
The young jailer Fang Yuan took out a small box filled with a lot of silver and looked at Qiao Mu.
"Senior Qiao, the money to buy the old house is ready, but I think we can wait a little longer and pay for it later. There is no need to rush."
"Oh? Why is that?" Qiao Mu raised his eyebrows.
Qiumu was a little anxious.
If he could get the Blood Moon Map sooner, he would be able to provoke the Sword Ghost, the God-Refining Warrior, and Wan Ronghua, who had the Da Dao Sect standing behind him, and die sooner and be reborn sooner.
Fang Yuan explained:
"After all, if Fang Yuan took the opportunity to purchase the Fang family's ancestral home, Wan Ronghua might hear about it."
"It's common for a haunted house to drop in price after it's haunted. If I buy the house right after it's haunted, it might alert the enemy."