Abyss invasion, I have a legendary Taoist profession

Chapter 83 Forced
Meditation practice is highly efficient, which can save a lot of points.

Even though he has more than 10,000 points now and has earned tens of thousands of points before, once the novice period is over, the points he can get will be divided by ten.

After one trip to the abyss, his points were reduced from tens of thousands to a few thousand. He would have to save for a long time before he could buy some spiritual attributes.

This is because he is cheating. It will be even more difficult for other professionals. If they want to improve their attributes in the future, it will really take years and months to improve a little bit.

Only priests are better, as they can improve their mental attributes by absorbing emotions, which is much faster than other professions.

Wang Ping'an swept away the magic stone powder on the ground. He now felt a little regretful that he did not prepare an extra magic stone. He had not reached the limit of his cultivation just now. It was because all the elements in the magic stone were absorbed.

He said that he was just a little tired and should be able to practice for a while longer, even if it would increase his magic power a little bit. Practicing later would not be as efficient as the first time.

But now that I have stopped practicing, it is too late to say anything. Who would have thought that one practice could consume a magic stone.

"Kacha~" Wanggu saw that he had finished his work, pointed outside and told Wang Pingan that an eagle was flying over.

Wang Ping'an came to the window and looked up at the sky through the crack. Sure enough, the eagle flew over again to monitor: "It's been more than ten days, and it hasn't given up yet. How long does it plan to monitor?"

……

"How long do we have to monitor for? Did President Chu tell us?" In a private house on the west side of the city, several professionals who had investigated Wang Ping'an and had just returned from the abyss world also wanted to know this question.

The leader of the hunters shook his head and said, "I don't know either. Without Chairman Chu's order, we have to keep an eye on it. This matter must have a conclusion."

He actually knew President Chu's plan. With such a necromancer enemy, he must find him and kill him before he could sleep well.

Because the enemies are also mages, many of President Chu’s magic methods cannot be used. An anti-tracking spell can break most of the magic tracking.

If it were any other profession, tracking magic would be very useful, and there would be no need to go through so much trouble like we are doing now, using a large number of people to find the necromancer.

The magician knows the magician best. The simplest way is the best way. Professional means are useless. A large number of people are deployed. As long as the person does not leave, he will be found quickly.

However, due to insufficient mental capacity, few mages would learn tracking magic, which would greatly affect their combat effectiveness.

Mages like President Chu who have an affinity for fire elements are even more repulsive to tracking magic. Apart from a small amount of auxiliary magic, they basically learn fire-related magic to enhance their combat power.

"Do you think that necromancer will still stay here? He might have already left Jade City."

The others nodded, all thinking it was possible.

Whoever kills someone and then runs back to the place where he came from, only a mentally ill person would do such a thing.

Even though the Necromancer has a weird personality, it doesn't mean that others are stupid.

"It's better to leave. The five of us are not enough for the Necromancer to kill us." The warrior least wanted to fight with the mage. He would only get beaten.

"I agree with that statement. The five of us are really no match for the others. I also hope that the necromancer won't play tricks on us. The most dangerous place is the safest place."

Hearing this, several people's faces turned pale. They were really afraid of such things: "Don't be such a pessimist. I don't want to die here for such a small reward." Several people couldn't refuse President Chu's assignment, but they also wanted the rewards: "I have to say, President Chu is quite generous. He actually gave out so many good things. He is really willing to spend money."

"You have a necromancer as your enemy, so you will be willing to give him up as well."

No one can sleep well unless such an enemy is found.

Wang Ping'an slept soundly. Now that he was not suspected, he just pretended that nothing had happened.

And now that he has changed his job, he is much more confident than before.

……

"Xiao Wang, here is your salary for last month." As soon as Lao Zhang came over, he paid the salary first.

For a small shop like his, there is no need to worry about the saying that money cannot be made in the morning. Moreover, the earlier the salary is paid, the happier Xiao Wang will be and the more motivated he will be at work.

"Thank you, boss!" Wang Ping'an said that although Lao Zhang's salary was not high, he was still a good person.

When Lao Zhang saw Wang Ping'an accept the red envelope, he immediately said, "Xiao Wang, last month we had a ten-day holiday for the Chinese New Year, so I deducted a little over a hundred yuan. I'm asking for a lucky number of eight hundred and eighty-eight. Don't get any ideas."

"I don't have any thoughts at all. I'm so happy that I can't even express it." Wang Ping'an was not really unhappy. He had received two red envelopes from him last month, which added up to more than one thousand.

Moreover, in this world, it is not a rule to calculate wages even during holidays. If you don't work a day, your wages will definitely be deducted for that day.

He had a ten-day break last month, so even if he was only paid over 600 yuan, he couldn't say anything. This old Zhang was already very generous.

"It's good that you don't have any ideas." Lao Zhang looked at Wang Ping'an and continued, "Xiao Wang, I've seen your work. You've been here for almost two months. I plan to give you a raise this month. From now on, your monthly salary will be 1,200 yuan."

Old Zhang thought about the couple he had introduced to each other a few days ago, and both families actually gave him a red envelope of 888 yuan, which was almost as much as the store's two-day turnover.

He really wanted to keep Wang Ping'an in the store. Not only would he have to work half a day less every afternoon, but he would also have time to earn some extra money.

"Boss, didn't you say that it would only be three months and that your wife would take over after she gave birth?" Wang Ping'an didn't know why Lao Zhang changed his mind. He actually wanted to keep him and even gave him a raise in the last month.

There was no way Old Zhang could tell him the truth, so he could only lie: "Your sister Li is old, and this pregnancy has damaged her vitality. The doctor said she needs to recuperate at home for six months, and she may not be able to do this again in the future."

"Is the boss lady okay? Why don't you ask a pastor to check on her?" Wang Ping'an glanced at the eagle in the sky. It would be okay for it to stay there for another month or two, but it would not work for a long time.

"The pastor's fees are so high, and this has damaged my vitality, so holy healing may not be useful." Old Zhang thought of his wife who could eat and drink well in the hospital, and now he could only use her as a shield.

I did have a miscarriage some time ago and I'm getting older, but after being hospitalized for a while and not working hard, my complexion is getting better day by day.

He even suspected that his wife was pretending to be sick, otherwise how could she recover so quickly, but now he really wanted to keep Wang Ping'an.

By then, he and his wife could become matchmakers and perhaps earn more than this hair plucking shop: "Even if you leave here, you'll have to find a job. You might as well stay here for a long time. Your sister Li and I will definitely not treat you unfairly."

(End of this chapter)