Tianjin, starting with unorthodox methods to achieve immortality

In the distance, beside the train.

The two men, Tie Kun and the tattooed bald man, who were fighting, both stopped fighting tacitly after the Shadow Puppet Giant Spirit appeared, and looked towards the direction of the earthen mound.

Seeing the three-zhang-tall black mist giant defeat the Meishan Duo in just a few breaths, both men were simultaneously filled with horror.

Others may not know the details of the Meishan Duo, but the bald, burly man does.

Before taking on this job, the middleman showed him a file that recorded the bloody crimes committed by the Meishan Duo over the years.

Seventy-two people from a Miao village in western Hunan died overnight...

In southern Hubei, all 43 employees of a security escort agency, from the manager to the staff, along with the families of the escorts, were hung in the courtyard to dry in the wind...

The village in northern Jiangxi was even worse; forty-seven people died, young and old alike...

These two have been committing evil deeds for over a decade, and they have taken at least five or eight hundred lives.

The inspection bureau raided them three times, but the two men escaped each time.

So when he took on this job, he was quite confident. With these two ruthless men backing him up, even if the other side had guards at the Bronze Skin Realm, they would only have to hold out for a little longer.

Unexpectedly, these two unorthodox masters couldn't even withstand a second move from the black mist giant and were crushed to death in the blink of an eye.

"...What the hell is the point of fighting?"

The bald, burly man's back was instantly soaked with cold sweat. He didn't care about any sense of honor and turned to run away.

Tie Kun: "......."

Behind the overturned carriage, Li Jinrong squatted on the ground, holding his head, his eyes wide open.

"Cao Cao Cao..."

Shen Yunjin stood beside him, her expression also quite complex.

They never expected that the boy who played cards with them during the day would be so strong.

I misjudged this time...

On the earthen slope, the Shadow Puppet Giant God slowly decomposed, turning into black mist and dissipating.

With the deaths of the two villains of Meishan, the vengeful ghosts, now free from restraint, immediately scattered and fled in different directions.

"Trying to run away?"

Chen Mo stood up from the back of the carriage, raised his right hand, and the merit banner flew out of his hand, hovering in mid-air.

The black banners moved automatically and fluttered loudly even without wind.

A powerful suction force surged from the banner, like an invisible vortex, stirring up the air within a radius of dozens of feet.

The eight fleeing ghosts simultaneously let out a mournful scream, and were slowly pulled towards the merit banner by the suction force.

"receive."

Chen Mo gave a low shout, and the silver runes on the banner suddenly lit up.

The eight fierce ghosts transformed into streaks of crimson mist, disappearing into the banner.

The banner surface churned violently a few times, as if something was struggling inside, but it quickly calmed down.

The earthen slope fell silent.

The night wind blew by, carrying a strong, putrid smell.

Chen Mo wrinkled his nose, retrieved the merit banner, and stood still. His divine sense spread out like mercury, enveloping Xie Guiling's corpse.

Under divine sense, nothing can hide.

His headless corpse lay sprawled on the ground, black liquid still seeping from the laceration in his abdomen, emitting a strong stench.

There was a leather pouch at his waist. He probed it with his divine sense and found a few silver dollars and a small packet of cinnabar.

It's worthless, so ignore it.

He had a small black wooden plaque on his chest.

Chen Mo took it out and saw that the wooden plaque was covered with ghost patterns, felt cold to the touch, and had a faint flow of yin energy.

It turns out it was a wild card.

The eight crimson demons that were supposed to be sealed inside are now empty.

However, the brand itself is a good product, so it should sell quite a lot.

Chen Mo wiped the wooden plaque clean, put it into his storage space, and then focused his gaze on the other person's wrist.

There was a string of beads there, eighteen in total, each about the size of a thumb.

Chen Mo probed with his divine sense and found that each bead contained a wisp of remnant soul, the soul of a violently deceased person with heavy resentment, which could be used as backup fuel for unorthodox magic.

"Eighteen stones, eighteen lives."

He expressionlessly took off the beaded string and stuffed it into his pocket.

After touching Xie Guiling, Chen Mo walked over to Liao Yinmu's corpse.

Liao Yinmu's corpse was even more disgusting, with insect eggs and worms crawling all over its body, a white mess.

There was a protective amulet armor on the chest, with dark yellow plates engraved with incantations. The material seemed to be some kind of leather, but it had a gloomy and sinister aura, exuding an indescribable evil.

Chen Mo frowned, took the talisman armor off the corpse, folded it neatly, and put it in his pocket.

Although this thing is strange, its defensive capabilities are not bad, so it should be worth some money.

Finally, they also found a short dagger in the other person's boot.

The dagger was short, only...