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Ning Chen: "The sword I promised you. [Li Hanyi's Exclusive Red Envelope]"
(Li Hanyi received the red envelope)
Li Hanyi: "Snow Soul Ice Heart... What a great name, I like it!"
The small talk is over.
Ning Chen then listed several other types of storage magic items in the shop.
Eighty items each, with each item priced at 1000 points.
Keep some for your own use, or give some to Uncle Nine and Senior Brother Four Eyes.
Storage-type magical artifacts are highly practical in any world.
Apart from Xuan Yizi and Yan Lili, who had just joined the group, almost everyone bought a storage magic item.
Xiao Feng: "This wine gourd is practically tailor-made for me, Qiao! It's wonderful, truly wonderful!"
The gourd could hold hundreds of jars of fine wine, allowing him to drink to his heart's content.
March 7th: "Drinking alcohol is bad for your health."
Xiao Feng: "Thank you for reminding me, young lady. I will be careful, hahaha!"
Close the chat group.
Ning Chen took out the Dragon Essence and reached his hand into it.
It feels smooth and soft to the touch.
"Humph……"
A flash of red light, and Zhong Qingling, dressed in red, appeared in front of Ning Chen.
That usually aloof face was now flushed with a light blush, revealing a hint of embarrassment and annoyance.
She hurriedly gathered her slightly wrinkled collar, her movements revealing a hint of panic.
"Why did you call me?"
Zhong Qingling kept a straight face, deliberately adding a touch of coldness to her voice.
Ning Chen flipped his hand and handed a porcelain bottle to her.
"I just refined some Yin Pills; you might find them useful."
Zhong Qingling's eyes flickered slightly, and she took the porcelain bottle without hesitation.
This lecherous man... all those unspeakable entanglements from the past always left her unable to cope, filled with shame and indignation.
It's only right that he gives some compensation!
"It's still early."
Ning Chen suddenly spoke, his gaze falling on her slightly disheveled red dress.
Zhong Qingling's heart skipped a beat, "What do you want now...?"
“Naturally, I will go with you…” Ning Chen’s tone was calm, yet carried an undeniable authority.
"No... Waaah..."
Zhong Qingling spoke hastily, but her words were choked off before she could finish. She struggled to push the other person away.
"Where's your...Annie..."
"Annie is exhausted and still recovering."
Ning Chen's aura drew near.
"Right now, you're all I have left."
Red sleeves fluttered, and garments danced in the air…
Chapter 95 Slaying a Dragon, He Killed Him with One Kick! Ling'er was overjoyed!
Spring nights are short.
Zhong Qingling's soul has not yet fully recovered.
Ning Chen didn't want to overwork her, since there was plenty of time.
After sending her into the Dragon Essence, Ning Chen flashed down.
The Sanqing Ancestral Hall in Jiuquan Town, which is also Uncle Jiu's residence, is now steadily parked.
"Junior Uncle, you're finally back!"
As soon as Ning Chen landed, Xiao Yue grabbed his sleeve and pulled him outside.
"What's wrong? Tell me slowly."
Seeing her anxious expression, Ning Chen asked her.
His seclusion this time will not be long, at most three days, so nothing major should happen.
"It's Senior Brother! Senior Brother has been captured by that corpse-driving guy!"
Xiaoyue looked anxious, and was almost in tears.
"Junior Uncle, please go and save Senior Brother..."
Corpse transporters?
Ning Chen didn't know who she was talking about for a moment, and calmly said, "Don't panic, explain the whole story clearly."
"Oh, that's it..."
Seeing her junior uncle's calm demeanor, Xiaoyue's anxiety gradually subsided.
“Last night, Miss Anne came to our place and said she wanted to see you, Junior Uncle.”
Before he left, our master told us that he was in seclusion and that we should not disturb him.
So we told Miss Anne the truth and found out why she came.
It turned out that she had encountered a corpse-transporter on the road.
According to her, one of the corpses in the procession forced a woman to the end of the alley.
Hearing this, Ning Chen shook his head slightly.
"Unlikely. A corpse is just an empty shell. If no one is controlling it, how could it attack ordinary people?"
Xiaoyue nodded vigorously and said, "Yes, that's how my senior brother and I explained it back then."
"A dead body isn't a zombie, how could it possibly harass an innocent woman?"
Ning Chen nodded, never expecting that Annie would come to see him during his seclusion.
"What then?"
"Later, I told Miss An to go back first, and my senior brother and I would go and find out more about that corpse driver."
Xiaoyue continued.
"We just found out where the corpse-driver is hiding, and it turns out he's right in the church..."
We were just about to test if the corpse was real when a fierce-looking Taoist priest appeared, quickly subdued my senior brother, tied him up, and threw him into the church's woodshed.
Ning Chen's expression remained calm and unperturbed.
When Xiaoyue mentioned that the corpse-driver had settled in the church,
He had already confirmed the identity of the corpse driver.
It should be the same master who taught him, the Dragon-Slaying Taoist.
He is also Uncle Nine's fellow disciple.
Under the guise of corpse-driving, the Taoist priest who slays dragons sells drugs in nearby villages and towns.
Those so-called "corpses" were actually just drug dealers in disguise.
"Where did Senior Brother go?" Ning Chen asked.
He found it strange that his Uncle Jiu was not in Jiuquan Town.
"Master didn't say, he only said he would definitely be back within three days."
Ning Chen nodded and smiled, "Lead the way, let's go and bring Ah Xing back."
Xiaoyue's anxiety vanished instantly, replaced by excitement as she ran ahead to lead the way for Ning Chen.
Church, woodshed.
In the dimly lit room, Master Tulong sat at the table, looking at Ah Xing lying on the ground.
Ah Xing had a white cloth stuffed in his mouth, his face full of anger, his eyes wide open, staring intently at Tu Long.
"Oh, not much skill, but quite a temper."
Tu Long smiled and squatted down, grabbing Ah Xing's hair and lifting his head up.
"How does it feel to have a broken arm? Blame it on your own meddling... Want to talk? Then I'll listen to your last words before you die."