The Golden Elixir is A Star, and You Call This Cultivation?

A widow died, and in a lunatic asylum.

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

Otherwise, they need to handle the case themselves.

Going to the yamen as a yamen runner is just a job.

Naturally, no one is willing to take care of it.

In this chaotic world, countless "weeds" like lives disappear every day.

How can the yamen manage it?

Unless the deceased is of noble status, or unless there are too many "weeds" dying at once.

Lin Qinghe's eyes fell on the servant, and the breath of the imperial soldiers flashed by.

The servant was already hunched over, and now he was so scared that he knelt on the ground: "These few days... a few days, Qi Yuan of the Qi family was sent to the lunatic asylum yesterday..."

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

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

Lin Qinghe had met Qi Yuan several times.

His father was a weapon master who eventually died.

However, the influence of his ancestors was still there, so Qi Yuan was able to find a job in the government office.

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

Over the years, he finally squandered his family's wealth. 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 showed contempt in his eyes.

He didn't doubt that Qi Yuan was related to this matter.

Not to mention the black and white dog, Qi Yuan couldn't beat the dean Zhou Xiao.

"I have seen Qi Yuan, he is not good, unless... someone from the Shen family took action.

If the Shen family took action, he should be gone now.

Unless the Shen family spent a lot of money to personally ask the alchemist to refine a big medicine for him to improve his foundation." The yamen runner Zhou Hu said on the side.

Lin Qinghe nodded. He has always used Zhou Hu as a subordinate very smoothly.

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

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

Their leader Lin Qinghe, unlike those of them who came from a poor family, came from a wealthy family.

Coming to Ninghe County is gilded.

Zhou Hu was stunned. For some reason, he had an ominous premonition in his heart.

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

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

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

However, the term of office of the general head of the police is at least three years. Why do you want to leave suddenly? Is it... something went wrong in Hongyun Village?"

Lin Qinghe has been in Ninghe County for two and a half years. It stands to reason that he can be promoted to the county after staying for another half a year.

As a result, he didn't stay for another half a year and left directly.

This is strange.

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

Zhou Hu suspected that it might be related to this matter.

"You are right, it is related to Hongyun Village." Lin Qinghe did not hide it.

Even if a wealthy family said something nonsense and was heard by the people, what does it matter?

In this world, wealthy families do not need to cover up too much.

"After investigation, the people who disappeared in Hongyun Village these days were found to be a ghost.

This ghost is... yellow level, not an ordinary yellow level!"

Mentioning this, Lin Qinghe's face was full of worry.

The ghosts in this world can be divided into several levels according to their strength and dangerousness, such as ordinary, yellow, mysterious, earth, heaven, and gods...

The ordinary level is the weakest, and some even just absorb men's yang energy, which may only cause injuries to a dozen creatures.

The yellow level is different. The yellow level ghost is enough to cause trouble to one side and kill hundreds of people in a village.

It is very difficult for ordinary county offices to deal with yellow-level ghosts.

"Yellow level, it's actually yellow level!" Zhou Hu's face tightened, "Quickly notify the people in Hongyun Village to move away!"

"It can't be moved away." 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 make Hongyun porcelain day and night, and the last batch of tributes to Moshan Kingdom will be ready soon. They can't leave now!"

Hongyun Village is most famous for Hongyun porcelain.

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

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

Hongyun porcelain is among the tribute.

The last batch of tributes will be completely fired in half a month and then transported to the prefecture city.

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

Zhou Hu frowned, his face full of pain.

He understood that the head's family learned the news, so they transferred him away.

Otherwise, Hongyun Village would be destroyed during his tenure, and his assessment would not be excellent, affecting his future career.

"Is there no way to transfer a yellow-level imperial soldier?" Zhou Hu knew this, but he 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. Yellow-level imperial soldiers are not enough. They need Xuan-level ones! Xuan-level imperial soldiers are now entangled with Yeshan Lake. How can they have time to take care of these kiln people?" Lin Qinghe said helplessly.

Although he also felt pity for these people, there was nothing he could do.

The number of Xuan-level military envoys in Ning Country is very rare.

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

It is even said that Ningguo does not have a heaven-level military envoy.

The prefectural-level military envoy is already at the peak of Ning Guo's combat power!

"Boss, I, Zhou Hu, can't go to the county with you!" Zhou Hu said through gritted teeth.

When Lin Qinghe heard this, he sighed: "If you abandon Hongyun Village and follow me to Fujun, maybe I won't value you so much."

…

"Is this a ghost?"

"It doesn't look strong either!"

"Sure enough, how can this kind of mini-boss created by the game compare to the physical strength I have exercised myself?"

The night was dark. Qi Yuan looked at a group of octopus-like monsters in front of him and let out a sigh.

"Master, hurry... hurry... I can't survive this old slave!"

"Bless me more!"

"Ah, it kissed my mouth and stuffed its tentacles into my mouth, oooh..."

Chen Kangfan gritted his teeth, his fair-faced face turned red, and his thin body was like an iron pincer, tightly restraining the strange spirit.

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

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

But his experience point improvement is still very weak.

His combat power is average.

When killing mosquitoes at night, Qi Yuan saw this strange spirit, and imitated the last time, blessing Chen Kangbao and asking Chen Kangbao to hold the strange spirit.

"Hold on a little longer."

Qi Yuan glanced at Wei Ling with a curious look in his eyes.

[The seven-clawed ink ghost is a mortal-level ghost. In the fairy world, it is comparable to a high-level monk in the Qi Refining Realm. 】

Qi Yuan was curious.

This seven-clawed ink monster looks fierce, but its combat power seems to be average.

If it were expressed in terms of Exploding Street Exploding Stars, this Seven-clawed Black Slayer might not even be as good as a low-level Qi Refiner.

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

Qi Yuan was confused.

It's like, a person lives in a world made of cotton, and a person lives in a world made of steel. Of course, people living in a world made of cotton seem to be more destructive.

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

The information obtained was too little and too closed.

Now he is in the information cocoon of the game.

"I am the kitchen knife!"

Qi Yuan took action and slashed the tentacles of Seven-clawed Mo Gui with one knife.

Suddenly, the tentacles broke and black water continued to flow out.

"Wow, this water is so sweet and delicious." Chen Kangbao's face showed joy, "Ordinary-level ghosts, so sweet!"

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

Qi Yuan said, and once again kept taking action, like chopping vegetables.

With his strength, it would be difficult for him to be an opponent against this seven-clawed ink monster, but the one held by Chen Kangbao was different, like fish on a chopping board.

At this moment, Qi Yuan was thoughtful.

"I understand, how to play the role of a kitchen knife, Chen Kangbao, it turns out you are my cutting board!"

Chen Kangbao hugged the ghost and kept cutting. Isn't this just pretending to be a kitchen knife?

After understanding this, Qi Yuan suddenly discovered that the progress bar where he was playing the kitchen knife had changed to 30%.

A notification sound came.

[When the progress of playing as a kitchen knife reaches 30%, your body will gain the kitchen knife attribute and unlock the sharp attribute.

Your body is sharper. 】

"Huh? I unlocked the properties of the kitchen knife and turned it 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 and turn it into steel first and then stainless steel? Otherwise, what if he takes too many baths and gets rusty?

"Master, are you okay?" At this time, Chen Kangfan said anxiously, "I'm almost full!"

He drank a lot of the blood of the Seven-clawed Mogui.

"When you hear the indifferent sound of the mechanical system, can you let go?"

Qi Yuan said as he slashed the body of Seven-claw Mo Gui with his sharp palm.

Suddenly, the Seven-clawed Mogui fell into pieces.

"You killed the seven-clawed ink monster, and your experience value has been greatly increased."

A cold and heartless mechanical sound came.

Qi Yuan's eyes lit up.

Because his character level was upgraded to level 15.

At one time, he upgraded to level 6, which was much faster than killing strange beasts and black and white dogs!

You know, after level 9, he killed a lot of mosquitoes, but he couldn't upgrade, as if he had hit a bottleneck.

Now, finally level 15.

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

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

And as the Seven-clawed Mogui died, Qi Yuan discovered that its body seemed to disappear in a burst of black smoke.

This surprised Qi Yuan.

Chen Kangfan next to him was a little disappointed. He was still hungry and had not eaten the Seven-claw Mogui.

Even though he can't eat charlatans, he is a servant of the God of Heaven. It shouldn't be too much to eat some charlatans, right?

"I think if we want to kill some tricksters, it's better to increase our strength faster by killing tricksters!" Qi Yuan said seriously.

Killing mosquitoes is too slow to improve.

As for the brothers and sisters in the lunatic asylum, they were nice to talk to and very interesting, and they had not offended Qi Yuan, so Qi Yuan would not kill them randomly.

Killing the ghosts is the best choice.

"Weird spirit?" Chen Kangfeng frowned, seeming to be thinking about something.

At this moment, suddenly, Qi Yuan also frowned: "Silence."

Chen Kangbao hurriedly stopped talking.

Qi Yuan showed a thoughtful look.

"I seem to hear someone calling me?"

Just now, in the dark, he seemed to hear someone calling him.

But, the soundproofing in this world is too good, he can't hear clearly.

"Could it be that it is the sound of silence?"

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

The sound of silence means there is no sound.

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

...

In Hongyun Village.

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

It seemed that because of the rain last night, the red mud on the ground was stained on his feet.

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

Before the official kiln was fired, the news of the birth of the yellow-level ghost in Hongyun Village could not be leaked.

Otherwise, he could not bear it and would also implicate Lin Qinghe.

Now he blames himself and is tangled.

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

The person who suddenly died strangely in Hongyun Village yesterday was Li Xiaodan's neighbor.

"Yeah."

Zhou Hu entered Master Li's simple red clay mud house and walked out about a quarter of an hour later.

He looked very ugly.

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

"Master, come in and drink some water." Li Xiaodan shouted outside.

Zhou Hu looked at Li Xiaodan's thin body, thought about it, and entered Li Xiaodan's house.

He also has a son of about the same age.

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

It can even be said that there is no bedroom, only half a wall as a partition, and that wall is close to a bed.

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

"Draw it from the ancient well?"

"Yes."

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

He felt helpless.

Who in the Hongyun Village didn't drink water?

"Master Zhou, people often die in the village these days, what's going on?" Li Xiaodan asked anxiously.

"Don't worry, I'm here." Zhou Hu paused and said.

"With Master here, everything will be fine!" Li Xiaodan showed an innocent smile on his face.

At this time, Zhou Hu's eyes were attracted by a strange "god statue" on the tribute seat in the house.

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

"A few days ago, a traveling merchant came over. He said that many people in the Middle Earth believed in this god. The village has been restless recently. I was afraid that I could not 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 strongest... artifact in the Middle Earth!"

The ghost spirits are divided into ordinary, yellow, black, earth, heaven, and gods.

The weapon controlled by the imperial soldiers is also called the same.

The powerful weapon is unconscious, but its power is unpredictable.

Many people will choose to worship the artifact to seek protection.

"I haven't heard of it." Zhou Hu shook his head.

At the same time, he had something else in his heart.

If this statue is powerful, Li Xiaodan can't afford it.

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

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

At this moment, a cold voice came from outside the house.

"Shenlin is the national treasure of Baicang country, but unfortunately... a great chaos a hundred years ago broke this artifact and turned it into ashes.

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

A Taoist nun with a tall figure and a cold jade face walked in. When she mentioned Shenlin, her eyes were filled with endless melancholy.

"Kid, sell this statue to me for 500 taels of silver, will you sell it?"