evil tycoon

"..."

Han Ping'an's lips twitched. Who would be kind enough to prepare a coffin for someone they've killed? Is the soil not fertile enough?

However, this one sentence made him realize that Lao Biaozi was definitely not a good person.

They probably even know the basics of the general store.

"If anyone needs it, I will definitely recommend Uncle Biao to you."

Han Ping'an chuckled softly, but his gaze suddenly froze as he looked past Lao Biaozi.

Behind them, a coffin made of purple jade lay horizontally.

The dark purple hue made it appear even more eerie and mysterious deep within the shop.

Old Biao followed Han Ping'an's gaze and turned around, then chuckled and said, "That's one of my most prized possessions."

"Made from amethyst and century-old blackwood."

"Only the nobles lie down."

Good guy.

Han Ping'an asked with a strange expression, "Uncle Biao, how much does this cost?"

"One thousand taels."

"If it's someone you know, eight hundred taels will do."

Friends who know each other get a 20% discount, which is really good.

Even members of prominent families wouldn't be able to afford to lie in such a coffin.

"Can I take a look?" Han Ping'an asked curiously.

"Look around as you like."

Old Biao waved his hand dismissively, as if he were treating a younger relative who was curious about him.

Han Ping'an suppressed his inner turmoil, slowly walked inside, and reached out to touch it.

Swish!

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[The Purple Fiend Sealed Corpse Coffin, with a lifespan of ten years, is a treasure for cultivating and refining corpses, containing fiendish energy and yin energy.]

Glug!

Han Ping'an's gaze froze, his throat bobbed, and beads of sweat instantly streamed down his forehead.

Even though he cultivated Yin energy and was not afraid of cold, at this moment, he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, as if a vast, viscous, cold energy was enveloping him.

Almost suffocated.

"It's a pity, it's been sitting here for years and still can't be sold."

Behind him came Old Biaozi's complex sigh: "I guess in the end, I'll just have to keep it for myself."

The feeling of suffocation suddenly subsided.

Han Ping'an let out a silent sigh, casually stroking the area, and said with a smile, "Uncle Biao, you're still young and strong. It might be difficult for you to use it now. Maybe one day a big customer will come along."

"Haha, I'll take your good wishes, kid."

Amidst laughter, Han Ping'an slowly left the coffin shop.

Feeling a faint gaze on him from behind, he felt a chill run down his spine.

My mind is still filled with that jade coffin.

That's fucking terrifying.

Raising corpses to refine evil spirits.

The Gathering-Evil Jar is mysterious enough, but this jade coffin actually requires ten years of lifespan to be reforged. It's unimaginable; if an old man were to lie down inside, he would probably turn into a terrifying zombie in just a few days.

If someone were to spend ten years of their lifespan to give this coffin a complete makeover, would Old Biao be so moved that he immediately bowed down and became their underling?

Han Ping'an was speechless at his own words.

Shaking his head to clear his mind, Han Ping'an took a deep breath.

Uncle Wang said that Lao Biao was no weaker than Lao Gu.

This battle provides a glimpse into the situation.

In fact, Lao Biao might have quite a background.

He's not someone to be trifled with.

However, having lived on Zhengqi Street for many years and knowing Lao Gu, even if the real Lao Biao were ruthless, he posed no threat to him.

It's a pity about that coffin; no matter how tempting it was, it never ended up in his hands.

Unless, of course, one's strength increases to a certain level, then one can talk to Lao Biao.

At the same time, Old Biao, who was standing at the entrance of the coffin shop, slowly walked back into the shop, staring at the jade coffin with a glint in his eyes.

"It's quite strange that a piece of Yin Jade could change this kid's physique to such an extent."

"You're having good luck."

"I need to prepare a gift in advance."

……

Unnamed Slope.

It's called a slope, but it's actually a large area of ​​wilderness.

Ancient pine and cypress trees grow in clusters, and small mounds and potholes can be seen everywhere on the rolling gentle slopes.

Upon arriving here, even without the Gathering Qi Jar's reminder, Han Ping'an himself sensed the invisible Yin energy permeating the area.

The jar containing the evil spirits even trembled slightly.

Of course, it was completely incomparable to the commotion of touching the jade coffin in Lao Biaozi's shop; the difference was immense.

Han Ping'an circled around from the edge into the depths.

During the visit, they even saw dried corpses, limbs, and bones exposed to the elements.

The further you go in, the more eerie and frightening it becomes.

In such an environment, most martial artists would probably be unwilling to set foot there at night; it's too eerie.

Woof~~

A low growl suddenly reached my ears.

Han Ping'an paused, glancing sideways.

A black dog was baring its teeth at him from a distance, its fur shiny and its eyes fierce and bloodshot.

It goes without saying what the stray dogs are doing here.

Han Ping'an remained expressionless, then suddenly darted forward, his body radiating a chilling aura.

"kill."

Accompanied by a low shout.

The stray dog ​​bristled, let out a yelp, and turned to run away.

In the blink of an eye, they disappeared into the woods.

Han Ping'an stopped abruptly, his only intention being to scare the other party away.

He strode forward and came to the spot where the black dog had just stood.

The degree of instability within the Life Cauldron and the Sha Pot has slightly increased.

It can be said that the most intense reaction occurred after arriving at the nameless slope.

Han Pingan glanced around and couldn't help but click his tongue.

It's a bumpy, uneven place.

This is it.

He turned around and cautiously scanned his surroundings, then pulled out a dagger from his pocket and began digging.

Half an hour later.

Han Pingan carefully covered the pit with soil, then stomped on it several times. Once there were no obvious marks on the surface, he gathered a lot of pine and cypress leaves and scattered them casually in the area.

Touching and feeling the subtle connection between himself and the Gathering Qi Jar, Han Ping'an's face lit up with joy: "This place is indeed excellent; it can actually condense a Qi Shadow in about six days."

Come back in six days.

Then, he quietly left.

Returning to the shop, everything is uncertain.

The monkey is still recovering; it will take at least ten days for him to fully recover from his injuries.

Seeing him return, Gu Ming took advantage of the approaching dusk to go to the place where the monkey hid the money.

While tending the shop, Han Ping'an took out Li Dahe's severed hand.

A severed hand cannot be preserved for long.

Moreover, it shortens one's lifespan.

Han Ping'an did not hesitate and decided to start over.

[Lifespan reduced by two]

I will live to be forty.

[The Bone-Corroding Jade Hand, as hard as a divine weapon, incomparably sharp, and extremely corrosive; it can be integrated into one's own body, requiring the loss of three hundred drops of blood to fuse with the palm using the Life Cauldron]

Han Ping'an was both surprised and delighted.

He was able to directly integrate the Life Cauldron into his own palm.

This saves a lot of effort.

"Why does it feel like the Destiny Cauldron will adjust its reforging process and meet my specific needs based on my individual circumstances?"

Han Ping'an had a strange feeling for no reason.

However, this illusion cannot be verified.

But if that's the case, then there are only benefits and no drawbacks.

The thought flashed through his mind, and he was too lazy to waste his energy investigating it further.

Three hundred drops of blood is nothing.

The brand-new Corrosion Jade Hand has completely lost its flesh and blood. It is a Blood Jade Bone Claw with five distinct fingers, interwoven with blood patterns, exuding a chilling aura of corrosion.

"Direct fusion".

Han Ping'an's expression turned serious, and he no longer hesitated.

Swish!

A flash of blood-red light appeared, and the moment the jade hand touched the back of his hand, it melted away, turning into scarlet blood that eerily seeped into his skin and flesh.

In the blink of an eye, the jade-like hand that had been etched into the skin was no longer visible on the back of his hand.

Han Ping'an shuddered, feeling as if a jumbled mess of things had been stuffed into his palm, making his hand feel like it was about to crack and causing it to tremble uncontrollably.

click!

A crisp cracking sound rang out as finger bones shattered.

"ah!!"

Han Ping'an convulsed, his mouth opened wide, and he screamed. But just as he realized something was wrong, he quickly covered his mouth with his other hand.

Waaaaah~~~

He trembled violently, his five orifices contorted.

The five finger bones seemed to have been crushed into fragments by an iron hammer, and then brutally glued back together, with a highly corrosive force still writhing wildly inside.

You should know that the ten fingers are connected to the heart.

pain.

It hurts so much, ten or a hundred times more than childbirth.