The stone fell to the ground with a snap, and if Wen Jin was here, he would definitely gloat - look, I will say that the stone is not safe in his pocket, and it will definitely fall!

……

Speaking of palindromes, this aspect.

Wen Jin was walking down the street with his head on his pillow. The bustling crowd has become the embellishment of life, spread all over Wenjin.

Wen Jin shuttled through the crowd like this, and now his feeling was just one word:

"Sad!"

Ahh

The clues disappeared again after the carriage, and now Wen Jin is like a detective with an exhausted mind, looking for the next target to follow.

Time is pressing, a young girl in the flower season is in danger, I don't know if it's life or death, and Wen Jin, Wen Jin is-

Shopping.

After all, as I said, the better his mood, the better his luck will be, and now that the clues are gone, he can only rely on his luck, so ......

Wen Jin won't admit that he is lazy.

Humming a little song, Wen Jin walked out of a small gift shop, his hands full of packaged souvenirs. After all, now he is a first-class local tyrant, so he doesn't have to worry about not having enough money, so he naturally buys whatever he wants.

Wen Jin is very happy now, very happy, this feeling of crazy money and not worrying about waste makes him full of interest, just waiting for the next step to buy more items to satisfy his consumption desire.

It is said that women like to go shopping, how can they like it themselves? It may be that in addition to her own feminine appearance, her personality is also affected by this......

Ahh

It should be said that men and women are surprisingly consistent in spending money to chop their hands, and sometimes it is only because of men's desire to consume......

No money.

Thinking of all kinds of boundless things in his mind, Wen Jin walked down the street with his head held high.

He glanced casually, and then he saw ...... A bloodstain.

His mind was startled, his eyes lit up, and with a wave of his hand, all the items in his hand spun and disappeared, disappearing into a ring on Wen Jin's left hand.

Qiankun ring.

How could this kind of rare luxury item in the cultivation realm not be assembled in the hands of a shameful tyrant like Wen Jin?

If possible, Wen Jin wanted to wear one on each of his ten fingers, and he would be angry at those who couldn't save enough spirit stones to buy a Qiankun ring.

Pity...... Not really.

In this small town, even with Wen Jin's luck, he couldn't find the second Qiankun ring.

Moreover, this Qiankun Ring only contains one cubic meter of space in it, a low-level Qiankun Ring.

However, Wen Jin did not dislike this, but cherished it very much.

He patted the Qiankun ring on his finger: "Okay, now...... It's time to get down to business! ”

His eyes suddenly became serious.

He walked briskly towards the bloodstain. The blood stains have dried up, but there is still a shocking feeling when I see the specks of blood. The blood stains turned dark brown, and most of them had been dissolved with the land, except for the eyes of the cultivators, the rest of the people couldn't find it even if they saw it.

Not to mention, with just a glance, you can see it clearly.

Of course, it is difficult to say the proportion of luck in its Chinese progress.

He crouched down next to the bloodstain, carefully analyzing the clues. Even, he ...... Reaching out to pick up a little dark brown blood, he put his backhand to his nostrils and sniffed it carefully. And then...... He dug the blood into his mouth, his lips closed open and closed, and he tasted some of the blood.

In doing so, his gains ...... Not at all.

Nonsense, he's not a police dog, even as an immortal cultivator, he's not so powerful that he can find clues along the vine with a smell and licking!

Not only that, Wen Jin also attracted the white eyes of passers-by who passed by-

"Look, look, that person is deep in the ice, what are you looking for when you squat on the ground?"

"It's just, such a big person, still squatting on the ground like a child and counting ants, are you ashamed?"

Wen Jin: "......" robbed your family of money? Detectives are exempt from idlers!

I don't blame these passers-by, think about it, if one day I see a person squatting on the ground in a careless manner, reaching out to dip the dirt into his mouth -

Probably that's the case with deep well ice.

Wen Jin clapped his hands: "In this way, is it still (it should be) not good?" ”

He shook his head and stretched out his hand: "Sure enough, the old way still works." ”

"Heaven and man are one, and the traces are revealed!"

A light pink light snaked away from Wen Jin's hand, and after comparing countless heart shapes, it pointed straight into the distance, and in Wen Jin's eyes, zigzagged forward.

Wen Jin was overjoyed, I don't know if it was because the mastermind behind the scenes didn't care about the clue of this bloodstain, or because of other reasons, anyway, this time, the spell that obstructed the tracking technique failed.

Wen Jin hurriedly raised his leg and ran in the direction guided by the tracking technique.

……

At the same time, the man in black side.

The gloomy man is walking around irritably.

I don't know why, he always felt that something was wrong, as if a dark cloud hung in front of his eyes.

It was like a sword of Damocles, hanging above his neck, as if it would come down at any moment, and a sword cut his neck off, and his head was in a different place, and blood flowed downward.

This kind of irritability and depression are condensed in his heart, and they are about to become a piece of his heart.

There was no way to vent his anxiety, so he had to bully and bully the poor joke man.

So a lot of nagging lingered in the ears of the joke man, what "Hurry up, you shit!" "What" this won't be, you're afraid you're not a fool", really achieved all-round bombing.

However, the joker man did not say a word, conscientiously did the job at hand, and all the answers were just: "Well, good" and so on.

This made the gloomy man feel a breath in his throat, which was very uncomfortable.

"What a fool!" The gloomy man had no choice but to scold, and he was about to raise his legs and set off outside the courtyard to distract himself.

"That's it!"

At this moment, the joker man exclaimed, and finally stopped tinkering with the things in his hands.

I saw a strange red light on the "mummy" placed on the high platform, and red lines like rolling magma sprouted on his or her body, and then quickly flowed and expanded to all parts of the mummy's body.

It's bloodline!

The joke man muttered, "Ninety-nine Blood Sacrifice Technique, the introduction has been done!" ”

Seeing all this, the gloomy man's eyes shone like a fanatical believer, and he trembled with excitement. Immediately retracted, the light in his eyes slowly faded, and he regained his calm, and there was no wave in the ancient well.

"Okay, the first step of the plan for the blood sacrifice of the entire town has been successfully taken, so you continue to debug, and I'll go out for a walk."

……

At this time, a teenager passed by.