Mountain spirits and wild monsters cultivated by relying on the demon beads in their bodies. When their cultivation reached a certain level, they would be bestowed three times, and their demon beads would turn into demon cores, becoming great demons that could dominate the world!
[Favorable: The demon bead can be used to refine pills, make medicinal pills, and use it for cultivation. It's twice the effort and half the effort!]
[Taboo: It cannot be consumed by animals. Otherwise, the power of the original owner of the demonic bead may backfire and borrow its body to reproduce.]
This was the content recorded in the book. It was very short, but it was clear enough to know what it was.
The demon core was really the legendary demon core!
However, this thing was only a demon core.
Refining pills?
Who knew how to refine pills in the modern era?
He wondered if he could make this thing into a medicinal liquid with a little fiddling?
However, he was really not sure. After all, he had eaten it, so he did not dare to make any mistakes.
Without the pill formula, he did not dare to try it casually.
"Unfortunately, this thing is useless to me!”Zuo Chen looked at the demon bead in his hand and sighed. He shook his head. He would use Yin Virtue to increase his cultivation.
What kind of demonic bead was needed to assist him?
Not only was it a waste of time to refine pills with demon beads, but he also needed to find talents who could refine pills. It was better to kill a few evil ghosts and do a few good deeds.
Other people killed evil spirits and did good deeds. They also had Yin Virtue. However, his Yin Virtue could be used anytime and anywhere.
"Find an opportunity to sell this thing…"
Zuo Chen muttered. Someone would be willing to purchase a demon bead.
To him, this demon bead was tasteless and it was a pity to throw it away, so he might as well exchange it for money.
If it was in ancient times, there should be a specific market for these cultivators, such as the ghost market. He wondered if there was still a ghost market in modern times.
"Sigh…"
Zuo Chen sighed and shook his head. He put the demon bead back into his pocket and walked home while flipping through the booklet in his hand.
This book described many things. To Zuo Chen, it was indeed very precious and allowed him to broaden his horizons.
He was grateful to Xu Jiu.
However, he also knew that there were probably two reasons why Xu Jiu gave him this book. The first was because of the marriage, and the second was that this book was probably not worth much to him.
He might as well give this thing to Zuo Chen as a favor.
It was Tomb-Sweeping Day, and it was almost noon. When Zuo Chen returned home, he found six pieces of yellow paper, six incense sticks, six pairs of wax, six small firecrackers, two small wine glasses, and a pot of wine!
She then found the sliced meat and tofu that her uncle had prepared in advance.
Every year, there were so many things to visit the grave. As time went by, Zuo Chen remembered them clearly…
"It seems that uncle won't be able to come back to pay his respects to the ancestors!”Zuo Chen sighed and closed the door. He tied the dog up and went to his father's grave.
He seriously put on the blade, inserted an incense stick, a pair of wax, poured wine, burned a knife of yellow paper, and released a pancake cannon…
"Crackle…"
Zuo Chen wasn't the only one sweeping the graves to pay respects to his ancestors.
Today was the Qingming Festival, and almost the entire village would go to the graves to worship their ancestors.
Zuo Chen then went to sweep the graves of his grandfather, grandfather, great-grandfather, heavenly ancestor, and ancestors.
This ancestor was Zuo Fucheng, who had come back to life this morning.
When he came over to offer incense, Zuo Chen always felt strange. He blew up his own ancestor's corpse, and now he was offering incense…
"Forget it, I don't want to think about this…"
Zuo Chen shook his head, poured the wine in his cup onto the ground, and stood up.
At this moment, he felt a warm sensation in his palm, followed by a sharp pain, as if he had been pricked by a needle…
He was caught off guard and staggered, almost losing his balance. He subconsciously looked at his palm, and the next moment, his pupils constricted…
"Uh, what is this?"
Zuo Chen was stunned. He looked at his palm blankly.
He didn't know when, but a circular black dot had suddenly appeared on his left palm. That black dot was like a tattoo, carved on his palm…
When did he come out?
Zuo Chen was at a loss. He had no idea what had happened.
This tattoo was strange. It was still warm and stinging before, but now, the pain and warmth were gone. It was just like an ordinary tattoo. Nothing happened...
Zuo Chen recalled where he got the tattoo. His hand only hurt when he came to visit the grave. Could it be…
Zuo Chen subconsciously looked at his ancestor's tombstone. There was some confusion and confusion in his expression.
His own ancestor had been blown up by him. How could there be those damn things?
Moreover, hundreds of years had passed, and the old ancestor had probably reincarnated countless times…
Obviously, it was not the ancestor's problem.
In any case, this was definitely related to ghosts. Zuo Chen's mind quickly went through the events that had happened in the past two days.
Public bus, clothing store owner, yellow weasel, grave digging, ghost possession, hungry ghost…
Wait a minute, he had killed eight ghosts back then. Logically speaking, he should have received 80 merit points…
"That female ghost in the red dress!"
Zuo Chen's expression was a little ugly. Suddenly, it rang. It was also in this place that he had killed the red-dressed female ghost, but he did not receive the system notification.
But then, he met the person who borrowed the knife and killed the ghost that was attached to Second Uncle Liu, which diverted his attention and made him forget about it…
'Motherf * cker…'
Zuo Chen's expression was ugly as he looked at the black dot in his palm. It was attached to his body. He really didn't know what death was!
In the next moment, his aura rose, and a ghost-killing talisman suddenly appeared, directly slapping towards his palm…
"Buzz…"
The Ghost Slaying Talisman passed through his palm as if he had not encountered any ghosts at all.
"I…"
Zuo Chen couldn't help but curse. Could it be that this ghost had really fused with him?
艹……
Zuo Chen cursed as he grabbed the knife and wine under him and returned home.
Along the way, he had a sour expression on his face. He was depressed and didn't want to talk.
She put down her things and went into the bathroom to wash her face. She subconsciously looked at herself in the mirror…
In the next moment, something appeared on his back. A female ghost in a red dress was lying on top of him. She was smiling and charming. Her delicate hands were wrapped around Zuo Chen's neck. Her fair skin was dazzling...
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