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"Ming-ge, these things must cost a lot of money, right?"

Whether it's the pendant or the four beads, it's already quite exquisite.

The price is probably not low.

Han Ping'an was even more curious about where Gu Ming got it from on this trip.

However, Gu Ming didn't seem to have anything to say.

"You don't need to worry about money, and you don't have much stuff. Improving your strength is the most important thing."

"Since they're useful to you, keep them as backups."

Gu Ming waved his hand dismissively.

Actually, all these things came from my uncle.

Why should our own people pay?

Han Ping'an wasn't being coy; if he really wanted to buy it, he probably wouldn't have enough money on him.

Another benefit of this experience is that if the shop acquires anything suitable or good in the future, there's no need to hide it; we can take it openly and honestly.

  

"By the way, Ming-ge, could you write down two more prescriptions for me?"

"The Bone Refinement level can replenish essence, blood, and vital energy."

"Bring me paper and pen."

"They're here."

……

hum!

[Loss of 300 drops of blood, 37 streams of vital energy, and one year of lifespan]

[The Demon Bone Yin Dagger corrodes blood and bone, its demonic and malevolent nature solidifying into form, terrifying the mind and soul; How to use: Consume one hundred drops of blood to imprint an mark on the Life Cauldron, like a wielder's arm]

hiss!

Han Ping'an gasped, feeling dizzy and weak.

He didn't even bother to check the panel, and it took him about ten breaths to calm down after covering his head.

He was indeed noticeably weak.

He quickly picked up the prepared medicinal soup that was placed beside him and drank it down before looking at the brand-new dagger in his hand.

It is entirely black, with faint, fine bone patterns on its surface, appearing as if it were naturally formed, sharp and piercing, and shrouded in malevolent energy.

The tentacles were cold and piercing.

A fierce and malevolent aura surged forth.

Han Ping'an let out a muffled groan and quickly put it down, rapidly mobilizing the Yin energy within his body to suppress the discomfort.

Its power is even greater.

Moreover, they haven't yet experienced the impact of demonic and malevolent forces taking form.

In a moment of quick thinking, he used the Life Cauldron to plant his mark, and a feeling of being connected by blood arose within him.

I bought it again.

The violent impact subsided, and it felt as if it were part of my own arm when I held it in my hand.

Swish swish! !

With each casual wave, wisps of malevolent energy seemed to emanate from it, sending chills down one's spine.

Han Ping'an sensed an astonishing surge of power within the dagger and suddenly thrust it forward.

Wow!

A surge of malevolent energy erupted, within which a vague, indistinct beastly figure could be vaguely seen, bursting forth with ferocity.

Roar!

Han Ping'an was startled. Although he was not targeted, he was still dazed and lost his senses under the aftershocks, and his face turned pale.

When he came to his senses, he looked at the unmoved dagger and was overjoyed.

"My darling."

The lifespan of casting is only one year, a mere year.

Han Ping'an put away the dagger with satisfaction and swallowed another bowl of medicinal soup.

These are the remaining blood-nourishing and essence-replenishing medicines from before; I haven't had time to buy the new prescription written by Gu Ming yet.

As the effects of the herbal medicine gradually spread, he went to the courtyard and began practicing herbal exercises to regulate his body.

Half a day later.

Weakness recovery.

Han Ping'an went to the pharmacy to buy medicine.

The new prescription contains a full seven ounces of medicine in one dose.

Because there were still five items to be cast, he bought six sets directly.

He ran out of money in an instant, with only three or four taels left.

Carrying large and small bags out of the pharmacy, Han Ping'an touched his empty wallet and couldn't help but sigh.

It seems that all a person can do in their life is make money.

Go back and cultivate.

"Quickly, the boss ordered us to keep an eye on the nearby constables, and make sure they don't spot us."

"Walk."

"What are you looking at? Look again and I'll gouge your eyes out."

A few people emerged from the corner, whispering amongst themselves. One of them noticed Han Ping'an standing nearby and immediately said viciously, "Snake Hand Gang is doing their job. Get the hell out of here."

Han Ping'an turned and walked towards the pharmacy without hesitation.

"I have something to do right now, so I'll leave the medicine here and come back for it later."

"Don't worry, young master, I will keep it safe for you."

Thank you.

Han Ping'an put down the medicine bag and left the pharmacy, watching the Snake Hand Gang members walk away. Taking advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention, he quickly walked into the alley from which they had come out.

As soon as he entered the alley, he smelled a faint scent of blood wafting from the depths.

The alley is deep, and there are more turns ahead.

Han Ping'an flicked his sleeve, and two blood-winged insects took flight. He then cautiously made his way deeper into the area.

The exit is not far ahead after you turn the corner.

Several large trees stand upright.

"Damn it, I finally caught you, you bastard."

"You think you can run fast? Run, keep running for me!"

Bang bang~~

Amidst a flurry of punches and kicks, a weak, painful groan was heard.

Han Ping'an's eyes flickered; why did that voice sound so familiar?

"That audacious bastard, luckily he fell into my hands."

"Boss, this guy killed Li Tou, and the reward for capturing him will be substantial."

"I heard that Zhou Mu of the Black Tiger Gang is also looking for him, and the government has issued an arrest warrant for him. Why not send him to the gang and torture him half to death first, and then hand him over to the government so we can get a reward?"

"That makes sense, but before that, we need to make that bastard vomit up what he ate. Li Tou's place has been turned upside down; this guy definitely took all the good stuff."

Bang!

"Hand over what you took from Li Tou, and I'll make you suffer less."

"Oh, he's got a tough nut to crack?"

"Take him back first, I'll teach him a lesson."

"Walk."

Han Ping'an didn't hesitate any longer and strode forward.

Everything outside came into view.

There were five people under the tree, and one more was lying on the ground, covered in blood, especially his chest, where his clothes were torn and his flesh was mangled, as if he had been viciously stabbed by a martial artist who had practiced claw techniques.

The one lying there was none other than a monkey.

A while ago, the monkey visited the general store for the second time and spent two hundred taels of silver to buy a Rainstorm Crossbow.

I haven't been back since.

The monkey was on its last legs and looked utterly pathetic.

"Who?"

"Where did this brat come from? Kill him!"

The leading warrior's face darkened, and he waved his hand menacingly.

The monkey strained to look to the side, and the moment it saw Han Ping'an, a look of astonishment flashed in its weak eyes, which quickly turned into ecstasy.

"Help, help me..."

The leading martial artist looked at them and exclaimed, "You actually know each other?"

"Keep alive."

The words had barely left his mouth.

Bang!

With a scream, the martial artist who rushed towards Han Ping'an was sent flying by a palm strike.

"Bone Refinement?"

The leading martial artist's pupils contracted, and without hesitation, he stomped his foot, sending a fierce gust of wind rushing towards Han Ping'an.

"This person is also a bone refiner."

Han Ping'an looked excited.

It's time to put up a real fight and test our strength.

Swish!

He lightly touched the ground with his foot and threw a punch.

Bang!

The martial artist opposite him trembled, feeling as if his fist was enveloped by a chilling aura, which seemed to be piercing him like needles. He shuddered and staggered back several steps.

"So weak?"

Han Ping'an raised an eyebrow; he hadn't even used his full strength yet.

No, it's because I'm too strong.

It also has the advantage of yin energy.

Ordinary blood-refining and bone-refining martial artists only possess qi and blood and strength.

His powerful yin energy was no less than a dimensional reduction attack.

The thought flashed through his mind, but Han Ping'an didn't stop. He moved like lightning, striking out with both palms at the same time.

Yin Wind Mysterious Palm.

Swish swish!

Wow!

A chilling wind swept over them, sending shivers down the spines of the Snake Hand Gang as they frantically parried.

However, in the blink of an eye, his arms were smashed off by a series of fierce palm strikes.

Click!

"Ah~~~"

The Snake Hand Gang fighter stumbled and fell to the ground in a sorry state.

A bloodwing beetle landed on his neck like lightning.

Han Ping'an didn't even look at it, walked past it, and came to the monkey.

"What a coincidence, we meet again."

"Brother Monkey, how much do you think it would cost to save your life?"

The monkey writhed violently, nearly rolling its eyes back, and cried out urgently, "You... there are still people here! Hurry, don't let them get away!"

Han Pingan turned to look at the four people who had fled in terror, and smiled faintly: "They can't escape."

what!what!what!

Three screams rang out in succession, and the three men convulsed before collapsing on the spot.

In the blink of an eye, the fourth person collapsed to the ground.

With a loud thud, his head was smashed open and blood flowed freely.

The monkey stared wide-eyed, dumbfounded.

He saw nothing from several feet away.

How could four people have collapsed like that?