It's night, Star City, Liang Mansion.

Two white lanterns are hung at the grand gate.

The servants who came and went one after another at the door were also dressed in white.

There were seven or eight exquisite coffins parked in the Liang family's compound.

Several mothers, or daughters, all dressed in filial piety clothes, sat down in despair in front of the coffin and wept silently.

Although it was night, outside the Liang Mansion, there were many beggars, waiting for alms.

This is the custom of Star Picking City.

If a wealthy family has a new child mourned, before the coffin is buried, it is necessary to build a soup kitchen to relieve some beggars and poor, so as to accumulate some yin virtue for the lost son.

Wang Xiaoming didn't know where he stole a shabby dress, but his slightly immature face was blackened, mixed with beggars.

Since Liang Qiyuan was killed by Bao Zilei, he knew that the land of right and wrong could not stay for a long time, so he hurriedly returned home.

Faced with the interrogation of his father Wang Xingzhan, he did not tell the truth. Originally, he wanted to confess, but time was pressing, and there were still very important things to deal with at the moment - merit points, and his small life.

If he doesn't get merit points by noon tomorrow, he can really go through the next crossing.

These stupid beeps, a bun thunder is distributed to so many people, no wonder the power doesn't look as fierce as on TV.

Wang Xiaoming thought secretly, but what he didn't know was how "lucky" these dead young talents in the Liang Mansion were.

If it is for the purpose of increasing cultivation, the effect of eating raw ginseng is the best.

Moreover, the explosion time is also just right.

If the cucumber is cooked, or if it is completely digested over time, and the material structure is changed, it will not cause an explosion at all.

Listening to the heart-rending cries coming from the Liang family's compound, Wang Xiaoming's heart was filled with a trace of unbearable.

Perhaps, these dead people are not all bad people.

Perhaps, Li Gon sold the ginseng, but it happened to be bought by the Liang family.

Wang Xiaoming held the suona in his hand tightly, and after hesitating again and again, he was ruthless.

In this world where martial arts are respected, if you don't provoke others, it doesn't mean that others won't provoke you. Only when you become stronger and stronger can you have a place in this cannibalistic world.

The weak eat the strong, and the fittest survive.

This sentence works in any world. There is no such thing as pure good or pure evil.

Moreover, so far, the most suspicious is still the Liang family.

Thinking of this, Wang Xiaoming found a corner where no one was around, and said silently:

"Wandering souls, where to live, the three souls will be early, the seven spirits are coming, the riverside road, the temple village, the palace prison, the tomb mountain forest, the false alarm is weird, the true soul is lost. ”

Immediately afterwards, the soul suona trembled slightly. Seven or eight coffins floated out of the Taoist soul, and floated into the suona space leisurely.

The few sentences he had just recited silently were a soul-arresting mantra he had learned from the system today.

First detain the soul into the suona space, and then go to a secluded place to spend it.

He didn't dare to be in the Liang Mansion, where the masters were like clouds, and it was a meal of "beep beep", and it was estimated that he would be beaten to death by the grief-stricken Liang Mansion, which was very miserable......

Not long after, Wang Xiaoming returned to the palace and asked the family to give a few orders, and the family left in response.

Then Wang Xiaoming entered the secret room that Wang Xingzhan usually used for retreat.

The sound insulation effect of the secret room is very good, Wang Xiaoming's mind moved, and he looked at the sea and probed into the suona space.

Because before this, there was only one soul in the suona space. So there was no partition.

In the current suona space, Wan'er was forced into a corner by his newly accepted soul, trembling helplessly.

The souls of the Liang family were all smiling and slowly approaching.

To Wang Xiaoming's surprise, Liang Qiyuan, who was killed in the suburbs before, was reaching out to block Wan'er with a frightened face, as if he wanted to stop them.

The memories of these souls have long since been erased, and all that remains is instinct.

Seeing this scene, Wang Xiaoming was furious. The little unbearable just now has already been thrown out of the clouds. As soon as his mind moved, except for Wan'er and Liang Qiyuan, the rest of the souls were released.

Wang Xiaoming originally just wanted to purify them and let them go on the road with peace of mind, but at this moment, under the fury, "The Great Funeral" and "Requiem" sounded one after another.

Under the struggle of these souls, they were first purified by "The Great Funeral" and closed their eyes comfortably.

When the "Requiem" sounded, the ghost fire ignited on their bodies again, and they cried and turned into nothingness.

[Ding!Purify the soul to gain 30 merit points, refine the soul to obtain 70 merit points, for a total of 100 merit points.] ]

Sure enough, the merit points of purifying the soul are linked to the degree of misery.

Thinking that when he was just reborn before, he had gained 10 merit points by purifying Wan'er's soul, and these Liangfu souls had only gained 30 points together, Wang Xiaoming affirmed the system's statement.

At this time, in the suona space, Wan'er was still squatting in the corner and sobbing softly, while Liang Qiyuan stood in place blankly and stupidly. Driven by Wang Xiaoming's thoughts, the suona space erected a partition to separate the two.

was ravaged by Liang Qiyuan when he was in the suburbs, and Wang Xiaoming deeply felt the serious lack of his own strength. Resisting the desire to draw a lottery, he first settled the loan of 20 merit points in the system, and then began to strengthen his attributes.

First the power option, after adding 36 strength, the system's voice sounded again.

The power attribute overflows, and it cannot be further strengthened until the soul master realm is upgraded. ]

Seeing that the strength attribute could not be added, Wang Xiaoming only left 8 merit points as the space for daily dressing up suona, and the remaining 30 points were all added to the resistance.

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Name: Xiaoming Wang

Strength: Entry-level soul master of the Soul Condensing Realm

Horcrux: Soul Suona

Strength: 50

Resistance: 35

Intelligence: 0.1

Mental Power: 2/10

Skill: Hidden Mine in the Pants Stall

Combat power: 30

Combat power evaluation: 3-star mystery

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Seeing the changes in his own attributes, Wang Xiaoming was ruthless, bit his finger, and the wound quickly stopped bleeding and scabbed after a while.

Immediately after, he ran to the stone table in the secret room and threw a punch with his strength. Cracks were smashed on the table.

Wang Xiaoming was very satisfied with the effect of the increase in strength and resistance.

However, what he didn't know was that all of this was clearly seen by Wang Xingzhan, who was retreating in the secret compartment of the secret room.

He was shocked to see his stupid son sneaking into the secret room, and then he took out an unknown instrument and blew it a few times, and then it became so strong. Moreover, Wang Xiaoming at this time didn't look half stupid.

"Yuan Fang, what do you think?"

In the dark grid, in addition to Wang Xingzhan, there is also Wang Yuanfang, the chief manager of the Wang family, who has served the head of the family for three generations.

Under the suppression from all sides, Wang's business in Fang City is in jeopardy.

The two discussed the solution in the secret room, but they did not alarm everyone, and they didn't even bring a guard.

As soon as the master and servant sat down, they saw the stupid son walking in, Wang Xingzhan wanted to appear, but was pulled by Wang Yuanfang, and only then did he see this good show.

Wang Yuanfang was about to speak, when a group of guards suddenly rushed in. The unlucky Li Gon has been tied up into rice dumplings, and the guards are still ruthlessly still on the ground.

"Hehe, hey, see if you still dare to scold me......" In front of the guards, Wang Xiaoming once again regained his appearance, and then waved his hand and ordered: "It's none of your business here, you can go!"

The guards left in response, and at the moment when the stone door was closed, Wang Xiaoming took out a rattan from another space, and his innocent eyes were replaced by coldness.