Wen Jin paced and walked in front of the "ashes" of the three black-clad men in Phnom Penh.

He had forgotten one thing when he had just killed the three men in black, but now he remembered it. That is - he has not yet picked up his trophies, which are the unbroken possession left behind by the three gold-edged men in black.

He scratched his head, crouched down, and picked up the piles of ashes on the ground, picking up two glittering rings. He wiped his dusty ring with his sleeve, stood up, and examined it carefully.

These two rings are Qiankun rings, yes. Wen Jin gathered his eyes and regretted to find that one of the rings had a small crack that had been broken, while the other ring was intact.

He couldn't wait to dip his consciousness into the ring and get a glimpse of the contents within.

In the consciousness, several things are revealed. Wen Jin concentrated his divine consciousness and found that they were: a strange mass of items that looked like black crystals, a book of exercises called "Shangyin Decision", a bottle of elixir, and a pile of spirit stones.

Wen Jin swirled the black crystal and summoned it, holding it in his hand, and a strange feeling suddenly rose. With a flash of inspiration, he soaked his spiritual power into it, and suddenly, his body gradually blurred, melted, and turned into a pool of shadows, blending into the shadows of nature.

As soon as the divine thought moved, Wen Jin's whole person was like cement, slowly rising from the shadows, gradually consolidating, and turning into a monk Wen Jin.

It's clearly a magical item with the ability to turn people into shadows. Wen Jin threw the black crystal with satisfaction, put it into his Qiankun ring, and then summoned the book of "Shangyin Decision" and let it lay it flat in the palm of his hand.

Flipping through it casually, he found that it didn't have much effect on him, so he didn't care about throwing it into his Qiankun Ring - at least he could exchange it for some spirit stones.

He summoned another bottle of elixir, and he poured one out of it and placed it in the palm of his hand to observe.

The elixir shimmered with a faint green light. From time to time, the brilliance swept past the surface of the elixir, as if it was a swimming dragon in the deep sea, blooming with its own unique color. The elixir also exudes a faint fragrance, like the nectar that attracts butterflies.

Wen Jin took a look, gently stroked the surface of the pill, sniffed it again, and was sure that it was Shangqing Dan. It is a rather precious elixir that serves the monks of the foundation building period, and is the best choice for them to improve their cultivation.

But it didn't work for me, Wen Jin thought regretfully. As a Qi cultivation period cultivator, forcibly eating this powerful elixir will explode and die.

Spinning the Shangqing Pill into his Qiankun Ring, Wen Jin mobilized his divine sense and shook off the last item. It was a pile of spirit stones, placed on the ground, like a small mountain. Wen Jin pulled it, and it was estimated that there were more than two hundred.

Although they are all low-grade spirit stones, Wen Jin is already very satisfied, and with this money, he can buy a flying sword that is a little bit lower.

After counting the harvest, Wen Jin raised his feet and wanted to leave, but the moment he turned around, he caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye. After a moment's hesitation, he stopped, and turned to look at the object—a black mist that was shrinking and agitating.

If he remembered correctly, when he first came to this square, he saw a black mist like a flock of flying crows shuttling through the crowd, and constantly bulging, growing larger and thicker, like a silkworm chrysalis gradually forming silkworms.

He turned his head and stared at the black-clad crowd in the distance. In his vision, he could see that there was still a lot of black mist shuttling through the crowd, spinning into someone's body and spinning and drilling, and each time he repeated this action, he would increase it a little.

And the people in black who were kept in the dark did not notice anything, as if the black fog did not exist.

Wen Jin thought about it and stretched out his hand. An invisible suction force appeared in his hand in vain, and the black mist in front of him seemed to be suddenly given life, spiraling smaller and thicker, floating in Wen Jin's palm, sometimes expanding and sometimes shrinking, as if breathing.

He stretched out his hand and made another move, and the suction suddenly opened up against the wind, and the black mist shuttling through the crowd seemed to be summoned, and frantically poured into Wen Jin's palm, making the black mist on it more and more condensed, like a black ball.

Glancing at the black ball, Wen Jin didn't know what it did now, so he had to mumble and put it into the Qiankun Ring.

Turning around, Wen Jin was about to leave slowly, but a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind. He frowned, trying to grasp the fleeting idea, but it sank into the depths of his mind, like a slippery loach, escaping the web of thought.

Standing in place and pondering for a while, Wen Jin chewed on his recent thoughts, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong, as if something very important had been forgotten by him...... Suddenly, he looked up in horror and finally remembered!

Obviously, I have sabotaged the plan of the black-clothed organization and liberated the black-clothed people who were controlled, and Guo Ke's parents are also among them, so why is there no system reward? Could it be that there is something hidden that I haven't found?

Thinking of Guo Ke's parents, Wen Jin wrinkled his good-looking eyebrows and said softly, "What about Guo Ke?" ”

"Here......" A gloomy and hoarse voice sounded, reminiscent of the bare branches of winter, and it seemed that the sound alone could arouse uneasiness in people's hearts, and the feeling of panic and fear increased exponentially.

Wen Jin looked sharply in the direction where the voice appeared and saw Guo Ke...... and the dark shadow behind him.

Wen Jin instantly became serious. Guo Ke had a dagger around his neck, his mouth was covered, and only those black eyes revealed fear and distress. And the black shadow behind him, ethereal, some transparent, some like they are going to go with the wind.

The black shadow wore a hood, his face hidden in the darkness cast by the hood, and his slightly transparent black clothes were embroidered with gold trim. The man in black in Phnom Penh during the Qi training period! Wen Jin suddenly understood.

He didn't die in the explosion? How? You must know that the other two black-clothed people in Phnom Penh, whose strength is several times or even dozens of times that of him, have not escaped the bombardment of the Fire Spirit Stone! And a mere Qi cultivation cultivator escaped the fate of turning into dust, this is not scientific!

The black shadow suddenly let out a strange laugh, let go of the hand covering Guo Ke, and reached out to lift the hood on his head.

It was an ordinary face, but it was ruined by a distorted expression. There was a strong hatred and hatred in his eyes, like a vengeful ghost. Similarly, his face is somewhat transparent, like fragile glass.

Wen Jin's pupils contracted suddenly, and he recognized the man in black with gold edges! He turned out to be ...... It turned out to be the little gangster in the Qi training period. Isn't it funny, obviously he has been determined dead, dead man...... How can it be resurrected?