Cultivating Immortals: I Can Save the Price Chapter 253

   Chapter 253 What the **** is this?

  Ren Qing carefully checked the corpse several times, until it was determined that the death was strange and not man-made, and then closed the coffin cover.

  The family members didn't dare to make any comments, and waited tremblingly.

  Old Coffin glanced at Ren Qing, because his energy was becoming more and more sluggish, he couldn't help lying on the chair and closed his eyes to rest.

   He didn't pay much attention to weirdness, after all, his lifespan was nearly exhausted.

  Ren Qing walked up to his family and asked, "Why did the deceased die?"

  The family members looked at each other for a long time, and a middle-aged man explained: "Wang Shoubao usually worked as a helper in Furong Building, but something went wrong after returning home that day, and as a result..."

   "Hey, the death is not clear, it must have annoyed which old master."

  The eldest man is not referring to the monks in the morning street, but the strange names some people call them, obviously both respectful and afraid.

  Ren Qing noticed the Furong Building mentioned by the other party, which is the only flower building in Chen Street where the Golden Land is located.

   In addition, what other casinos, boxing rings, butcher shops are sold in Gemdale…

   They eat people and don't spit out their bones. If they don't have any cultivation, they might not even be able to leave the whole corpse and go directly into the meat pot of the street vendor.

  The old coffin became uncharacteristically after hearing this, and his expression became extremely solemn.

   After the family members carried the coffin and left, he quickly reminded: "Don't approach the gold sales ground, even I don't know who is behind the monk He."

  Ren Qing frowned, Yuan Si should have gone to Furong Tower.

   He can vaguely feel Yuan Si now, although it doesn't look like he has been injured, but his location is fixed in the Furong Building. Could it be that he can't escape?

  Ren Qing glanced at the sky, Furong Tower usually opens in the afternoon, even if you want to go to investigate, you have to wait for a while.

   He couldn't help but ask for information about Qingyan Town, and the old coffin would naturally not avoid talking about it, and described the situation in the town according to his memory.

  Qingyan Town is barely stable, and the government maintains the most basic order.

   There are not a few areas similar to Morning Street, and there is even a farm on the outskirts of the town. It is said that there are twelve kinds of strange things.

   However, the coffin has been blocked in the morning street for decades, and there must be earth-shaking changes outside, and the information may not be useful.

  The old coffin kindly reminded: "If you leave the morning street, don't be found to know the strange name, otherwise you may be in danger."

   "Thank you Coffin, I understand."

  Ren Qing nodded.

  Chen Street seems to be unable to stay, so it is better to leave while the chaos is, and find a safe place, while operating the Xian market and retreating to prolong life.

As more and more people die because of baby foxes such as   , there will always be monks who try to climb over the wall, and that will be the best chance.

   He is not interested in interfering in the intrigue of multiple forces, and it does not benefit at all.

  Ren Qing intends to make preparations after confirming Yuan Si's life and death.

   A cultivator with a mind like Yuan Si is rare in the waning moon layer. If you go to a tool person like this, you will have no goal for a while.

   The only thing that worries Ren Qing is that Furong Tower may be related to Yinghu.

Even if the    strangeness fails to come completely, it has the strength of the Yin and Yang realm, and the body will even reach the Yang God realm, which should not be underestimated.

  If the involvement is too big, then he can only temporarily return to the crescent layer to avoid its edge.

  Ren Qing thought to himself, but he didn't stop his hands and feet, and he piled up the coffins along the wall.

  The old coffin looked slightly relaxed when he saw this. After he died in the future, there would be at least one coffin maker in the morning street who could maintain his final dignity.

   "Let's go here today, people are really tired when they are old..."

   Old Coffin's pupils were full of bloodshot eyes, and his face was pale. It was obvious that his life essence was about to be exhausted.

   He waved his hand to signal Ren Qing to go out, and at the same time he was still chattering, like an old man who was arranging funerals.

  Ren Qing helped the old coffin up.

   This time, the coffin didn't stop him, and walked sluggishly into the wing of the back room.

  Ren Qing chuckled and said, "By the way, the old coffin, seeing that you are not looking well recently, I have prepared some drinks to replenish your body."

"liquor?"

  The old coffin thought that his ears had heard it wrong, but he asked several times before he was sure.

  Chen Street's resources are so scarce, not to mention drinks, even fresh food is extremely rare, and only old food is exchanged for the outside world.

   "Ren Qing, how is it possible..."

Before the    coffin old saying was finished, Ren Qing came from nowhere carrying an earthen altar, and he could clearly hear the sound of the liquid sloshing inside.

   "The wine I brewed with the grain left over from the coffin elders has a more average taste."

   Seeing that the old coffin still didn't believe it, Ren Qing simply opened the wine jar.

   The faint aroma of wine permeates the air, and the taste slowly wafts in the wind.

  The coffin elder showed far more agility than usual, and closed the doors and windows of the shop with a few dodging to prevent the fragrance of the wine from dissipating.

   Immediately, he leaned over to the wine jar again, bent down and got intoxicated by the aroma of the wine.

  The old coffin couldn't wait to put some wine in his mouth with his fingers, and the expression on his face became incredible.

   He thought it was mixed with a little alcohol smell at most, but he didn't expect that his lips and teeth were fragrant, and the pores all over his body could not help but open.

  Ren Qing looked at the old coffin, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

   He mixed some muddy water in the peach blossom wine in advance, but the taste can only be said to be unsatisfactory, far from being a good wine.

   However, the life-extending effect of peach blossom wine still exists.

  The coffin elder directly poured a few mouthfuls, and an inexplicable heat surged into his heart.

   I don't know if it was his illusion, the original withered body seemed to be raining after a long drought, and there was actually a fine layer of sweat all over his body.

   The drowsiness that could not be dispelled in his body was also suppressed, as if he had been reborn.

  The old coffin carefully recalled the nourishment of the peach blossom wine on his body. By the time he realized it, Ren Qing was no longer in Sanmu Lane.

   He immediately discovered that there were more than a dozen jars of wine stacked behind the door of the shop.

   For Ren Qing, peach blossom wine is not too precious, after all, the spring can keep pouring out, and there is a certain limit to the amount of drinking.

  The most special part of peach blossom wine is not the prolongation of life, but even if the wine is digested in a flesh and blood furnace, it will still produce drunkenness.

  As a result, if Ren Qing wants to stay sober, he should not drink too much every day.

   He also reciprocated the coffin old man. The techniques he taught could save at least a few months, not to mention the information about Qingyan Town.

   It's just that the effect of peach blossom wine on prolonging life is not obvious, and it can maintain life temporarily at most.

  Ren Qing considered pulling the coffin into the Fairy City before leaving. Having a Nascent Soul in the town would be of great benefit to expansion.

   He walked through the streets, and soon came to the gold-selling land under the blazing sun above his head.

   It can be clearly felt that the flow of people has become sparse, but the proportion of monks in the Foundation Establishment period has increased.

  Ren Qing used the Netherworld Insect Method to maintain the foundation-building period, and the decrease in his sense of existence suddenly became a little inconspicuous.

  Chen Street is not spacious at all. Furong Building is a rare three-story building with flaming red lanterns hanging from the eaves, so it is very obvious.

   In fact, the overall structure of the building is not large, and the appearance is even relatively old, but it still shows the prosperity of a single tree in Chen Street.

  The Furong Building has just opened, and the exposed oiran stood at the door to solicit business, and many people went in with half a push and a half.

  Ren Qing couldn't help looking at the oiran.

  Although it can be seen from the figure of the oiran that she is a graceful woman, the alienation of the worm on the outside is extremely exaggerated.

   He really doesn't understand the aesthetics of Jingzhou people, what is so attractive about a woman with a face like an insect?

  Ren Qing stopped in front of the flower building, Yuan Si was inside without any accident.

  He entered the flower building openly, and a strong strange smell came to his face.

   It should be some kind of oil mixed with the fragrance of flowers, which made Ren Qing faintly nauseated, but the guests around him were immersed in it.

   In the center of the lobby is a ten-meter platform, and several oirans twisted their bodies.

  The appearance of the oiran is not much alienated, but the strange smell is actually emanating from them, spit out from the mouth and nose through the breath.

  Ren Qing squinted his eyes, and his heavy pupils couldn't help turning.

   "Somewhat interesting, could it be a puppet?"

   In the eyes of his heavy pupils, the oiran seems to be alive, but the Niwan Palace does not have three souls and seven souls, just like a walking corpse.

   However, similar puppets only account for a small half, and their function is to emit scents.

   indicates that there should be a monk of at least Jindan period behind the Furong Building.

  Ren Qing's visit to Jingzhou is eye-opening, and he feels that he has a great inspiration for cutting leeks, which is far beyond the Jailor Hall.

   He didn't rush to find Yuan Si. After all, the Furong Building had just opened, so he would wait until the busiest time to think about it.

   Not long after, a sharp male voice sounded, and the hall became silent.

   "Sanniang is here~~~~~"

   Those familiar customers couldn't help swallowing their saliva, looked at the platform with hot eyes, and called out Sanniang's name.

   The oiran of Yingying Yanyan danced, as if to set off the atmosphere.

  Ren Qing stood in the shadow of the lobby, his cultivation at the foundation-building stage had converged, and the illusion of the fairy in the mirror wrapped himself.

  Those monks in Jingzhou who only cultivated the physical body, even if they were distracted, they wouldn't necessarily be able to detect him.

   He suspected that Sanniang was the cultivator behind the Furong Tower, and he was going to slip to Yuan Si's place after the other party came on stage.

   But just a few breaths passed, Ren Qing's pupils suddenly dilated.

  The wall behind the platform actually wriggled like flesh and blood, and then a gap was split open, and a hairless flesh-and-blood tail stretched out.

The end of   's tail is attached to a beautiful woman, who is Sanniang.

  Sanniang is like a puppet, dancing with a soft and boneless body, singing a melodious song in her mouth, making people immersed in it.

  The guests of Furong Building didn't notice Sanniang's strangeness at all, they stared at each other with dull eyes and spittle came out from the corners of their mouths.

   But Ren Qing's back became colder.

   This scene reminded him of a deep-sea fish called monkfish.

  Monkfish have lanterns on their heads that attract their prey and tear them to pieces with their powerful upper and lower jaws.

  Ren Qing overthrew the idea that Furong Tower was behind the Jindan period cultivator, as can be seen from the terrifying tail.

   is definitely some kind of inhuman being.

   He even suspected that the information and the truth of what the coffin said was very different. He had not been in contact with the outside world for decades.

   There is one more chapter, wait a minute

   We are here at 41 degrees during the day, and we have some heat strokes at work, resulting in no code words during the day, so we will be late.

   (end of this chapter)

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