Wang Zijia used a dagger to carefully open the package, and what made him frown was that there were not many things inside. A codex, a bottle of unknown powder, and a set of clothes.

The clothes are exactly the same as the one on his body, the work clothes of the shop, even the old and new are almost the same, the only difference is that the one on his body was vomited by himself, and there were some stains, but the one in the other party's pocket was not.

After picking at it with his dagger, and seeing no danger, he first looked at the manuscript booklet.

It was densely packed with hand-copied small print, which looked like something was recorded.

Core attention character: Xiang Ji

Position: The first floor of Wan Yu Zhai, the shopkeeper of Fu Zheng District

Relationship: Direct Leadership.

Status: Strange

Introduction: The intermediate boy cultivated as a monk, a disciple of the outer sect of Wanyu Sect, due to his excessive age, he was released to Wanyu City and served as the shopkeeper on the first floor of Wanyu Fuzhai. Jurisdiction over the sale of low-level talismans on the first floor, and you need to be cautious······

"Huh?"

If memory serves, this is the information of the predecessor Big Boss?

The iron rice bowl inherited from the predecessor was to do chores in Wanyu Zhai and Fu Qi District, and his top boss was this Xiang Ji, who was one of the few Taoist cultivators who had direct contact with his predecessor.

Looking at the information on the front page of the manuscript, his brows furrowed slightly, and he quickly flipped through it.

Sure enough, this booklet actually recorded all the information of the predecessor. From the relationship between the characters to the martial arts, and even some living habits, the details are a little excessive.

Looking down at the deceased who resembled him, and then at the film mask in his hand, it was self-evident what the other party was going to do.

So the predecessor was poisoned, and this guy did it?

To replace him?

Why?

Could it be······

In my mind, in the secret room, the token in the small box flashed away.

As for what happened to the original family, he suddenly had a rough guess.

In the midst of his thoughts, he carefully picked up the last small medicine bottle in the other party's package. Carefully open the cork, sprinkle a little powder, and a faint pungent smell permeates.

Wang Zijia subconsciously covered her nose.

"Poison?"

"I'm afraid that my predecessor is not dead?"

"If you don't die, you won't bring poison, just mend the knife and you'll be done, right?"

Thoughts are half loud and fruitless, wait, why am I afraid of poison?

There is an equivalence exchange scale, and poison is no different from cultivation to improve medicine to me, right?

And······ It's okay······

In a flash of inspiration, Wang Zijia let go of his hand and deliberately sniffed it.

Smelling the faint pungent smell, his consciousness quickly sank into the sea of knowledge, looking at the golden balance, and thoughts flashed.

With Wang Zijia's thoughts, a newborn black iron light point weight emerged.

Weight: Inferior corpse powder

Value: None

Description: Highly poisonous, it has a miraculous effect on corpses, it is best to pour it into the wound of corpses. If a living person swallows it, it will burn the stomach, and if you take a certain dose, your liver and intestines will die, of course, to be able to swallow him, you need a certain IQ failure, or mental retardation.

Looking at the weight, Wang Zijia's eyes lit up.

Sure enough, can it be identified in disguise?

At least poisons should be OK, and even most of the drugs that act on the body should be able to be identified in this way!

With his thoughts, the new point of light in his hand flickered rapidly, and disappeared in a moment.

After all, it is something used on a corpse, even if it is highly poisonous, but he only inhales a little breath, this weak toxin, it does not need to be specifically detoxified, it will be quickly solved by the body's immune system.

The light point of the weight disappeared, Wang Zijia came back to his senses slightly, looked at the medicinal powder in his hand, and he gently shook some medicinal powder on the wound of the corpse next to him.

"······"

As the medicinal powder was poured into the wound, as if it had encountered super concentrated sulfuric acid, the wound of the corpse continued to bubble, rising bursts of green smoke, and the corrosion spread rapidly.

"Gross!"

As the smoke rose, a foul smell filled the air, and suddenly rushed into his nose, making Wang Zijia, who was caught off guard, retched directly.

"Damn, what kind of ghost medicine is this, why does Nima stink so much!"

Wang Zijia's face turned green, reopened the window, and quickly came to the door of the study, opened the door, and escaped from the room.

Standing outside the house, he looked at the corroding corpses in the room. The smell is a bit strange, although it is extremely smelly, but it spreads and fades very quickly.

When I left the room, I could only smell a faint stench.

"Gollum ······"

The stomach screamed again, looked at the room and the constantly melting corpses, and felt the increasingly intense hunger in the abdomen, Wang Zijia did not guard outside the room, and wanted to come to the bedroom and check around.

Finding that the other party had only broken the window and had not touched anything else, Wang Zijia breathed a sigh of relief. In the cupboard, I turned out some pastries and gobbled them up as I walked to the kitchen.

After entering the kitchen, the prince had a fierce meal. As a person with no low cooking skills, he is actually like a person who has read a lot of chef's manuals but has never entered the kitchen.

Head: I will, Hand: No, you won't!

'Uh······ How to cook, let me think! ’

After being stunned for a while, he began to cook rice on a fire according to his memory.

'Damn, you shouldn't have given all the weights just now!' ’

The cooking situation continued, Wang Zijia complained. But there is no way, he can't reorganize the martial arts worth more than eighty points into cooking, right?

And it can't be exchanged back directly, that is to say, if you want to exchange for cooking skills, in addition to more than eighty worth of martial arts, you have to add something, and the two weights can be exchanged for cooking skills together.

Do you want to turn your cooking skills into magic?

A monk who started his way as a cook?

Kitchen repair?

Crazy!

hasn't completely figured it out yet, with a handy gold finger, Wang Zijia doesn't plan to mess around like this and exchange it indiscriminately.

······

After a while, Wang Zijia made a meal.

Looking at the thing in front of him who didn't know whether to count porridge or dry rice, Wang Zijia was speechless. As a big guy who has practiced cooking skills to the point where he is worth five points, he has fully experienced the horror of the golden finger when he cooks such a thing in half a day!

"Well, it's still a little burnt, it's talented!" After taking a sip of the mush, Wang Zijia smashed his mouth and muttered.

Turning over the jerky in the room, Wang Zijia ate it violently.

After all, he is a descendant of a cultivator, barely a second-generation cultivator, his family conditions are still good, and there are a lot of good things in the kitchen.

Therefore, Wang Zijia filled his stomach in the middle of the ring, and looked at the messy kitchen with pain.

It seems that this weight exchange can't be messed around casually, even if it's a silver weight related to experience, it can't be exchanged indiscriminately, otherwise you will lose your basic life ability if you are not careful. ’

'In terms of the black iron weight of the body, you must be even more careful, otherwise it is not impossible to play to death yourself! ’

In a thought, I put the dishes and chopsticks aside, I don't want to get it tonight, let the nanny get it tomorrow!

I left the room and came back to the study, where the smell had almost dissipated, with only a faint smell. It seems that it doesn't need to be until tomorrow morning to dissipate cleanly.

When he came to the corpse, he found that the other party had disappeared, leaving only a slightly corroded black coat and a pool of turbid and yellowish viscous liquid.

"Miscalculated, it's time to move out and get it in the yard!"

Between the words, Wang Zijia endured the nausea and cleaned up.

It took a long time to clean everything up.

"This corpse powder is a good thing, the inferior ones are like this, and the fine ones must not have any traces? It seems that this thing should not be cheap, maybe it is a medicinal powder produced by monks. ”

Seeing that there was still more than half a bottle left, save a little, and barely be able to use it twice, Wang Zijia got up and carefully put it into the drawer of the study.

After checking for a while, nothing was missing, and then he went to his bedroom.

Lying in bed, but unable to sleep. Tossing and turning, thoughts in my head kept flying. All kinds of information from the past life, all kinds of information from the previous life, and all kinds of information from the previous life, are constantly changing, and there is confusion about what to do in the future, and so on. Sleepless!

In the end, I couldn't sleep, so I simply came to Zhihai again and began to study the specific use of the gold finger, but I couldn't exchange it as indiscriminately as I did just now, and finally it was difficult to take care of myself.

As he researched, he discovered a number of tricks.

The most surprising discovery is that the weights can be split and do not have to be redeemed in full.

Some weights can be split into a minimum of one value for exchange, while some weights can be arbitrarily split, a thumb-sized weight can be split into countless light weights, especially body black iron weights.

Especially flesh and blood, bones related. The effect of this is that the prince canon loses weight easily, no, it is no longer a matter of losing weight.

He can do it, and it is not a problem to carry out P-level shaping and plastic surgery on his body and appearance, and to shape himself into a male god-level character.

And it's a physical change, it doesn't belong to plastic surgery at all, it's that he could have grown like that!

Sure enough, every little fat man is a potential stock, and his stock is a god-level potential.

Of course, Wang Zijia didn't make rash moves, he needed to come slowly, little by little.

······

After a night of turning around, Wang Zijia didn't know when he fell asleep.

"Knock Knock ······"

A sound woke up the sleeping Wang Zijia, who quickly turned over and opened the bedroom.

"Why did Childe wake up so early today?" At the door of the kitchen, a middle-aged aunt in her forties and fifties greeted Wang Zijia while cleaning up the mess that Wang Zijia made last night.

Wang Dan, a nanny who has worked in their home for nearly ten years.

Of course, it's not the kind of domestic servant, but the kind that gets paid and comes to work at a fixed time every day.

After all, their family is also a cultivation family, and even in the cultivation city, this amount of labor can still be afforded.

After the death of the father, the original owner also increased the salary of the other party, and almost handed over all the trivial matters of life to the other party.

From grocery shopping and cooking, to laundry and sweeping.