In the Darming Dynasty.
Inside the morgue of Six Fan School.
In the cold and gloomy room, only a yellow oil lamp could give people a sense of warmth.
The occasional sparks from the lamp were reflected on Xia An's gentle face.
If it weren't for the black robe he was wearing, one wouldn't be able to tell that he was such a scholarly and handsome youth.
It was actually someone from the Six Fan School.
"An."
Old Constable Hao Liu's expression was as ugly as the corpse that had just been transported to the morgue.
"What do you think you're doing? Let Bai Yi do this kind of work.”
"You are a full-time servant. Why do you have to go through the trouble of dragging the corpse to the morgue? There is no benefit to be gained!”
The Bai servant that Hao Liu mentioned was a supernumerary servant of Six Fan School.
It was a supplement to the official corvee, but it did not have the power to enforce the law.
It was similar to the auxiliary police in his previous life.
Xia An, who had just placed the corpse, looked up and smiled.
"They were all raised by their mother and father. No matter how heinous their sins were when they were alive, they will return to dust after death.”
"I have nothing to do anyway. Just take it as accumulating some Yin virtue for yourself.”
Hao Liu didn't agree with his words.
In his opinion, it was impossible to say that all the criminals who were beheaded by Six Fan School deserved it.
However, if he killed half of them and left the other half alive, 90% of them would definitely escape.
The Six Fan School was a yamen set up by the imperial court to deal with the martial world.
Usually, the people he interacted with the most were those high-ranking Jianghu people.
Don't look at these people. Each of them was chivalrous and heroic. Their nicknames were righteous.
However, who didn't have a few cases of murder?
Most of the family members of these people who violated the law by using martial arts did not dare to collect their bodies, for fear of being targeted by the Six Fan School.
She didn't know what Xia Anhao was thinking.
Wearing their skins meant that they were standing on the opposite side of the martial artists.
No matter how kind he was, no one would appreciate it.
They would only feel that the hands of the imperial court's lackeys were stained with the blood of the martial artists.
Only those who had just arrived at the Six Fan School would retain such kindness.
When he saw more of them in the future, he might even be kind enough to bring them to the morgue. It would be strange if he didn't throw them into a mass grave to feed the dogs.
But what he didn't know was that Xia An had kindly transported the corpses only because there were benefits to be gained.
"Obtained a hidden weapon, Mosquito Feeler Needle!"
"Aiyo, good stuff."
The Mosquito Feeler Needle was a secret weapon exclusive to the Tang Sect of Ba Shu. It was a necessary weapon for sneak attacks.
Ever since he transmigrated to this world, he had been diligently dealing with the corpses of criminals for more than a month.
And the benefits he received as a transmigrator were related to this.
By touching the corpse, one could obtain a portion of the internal strength, cultivation techniques, or items of the deceased.
In order to prevent others from treating him as a pervert, he took the initiative to take on this unlucky job that others were unwilling to do.
He had heard many familiar names while searching the corpses.
South Murong, North Qiao Peak, Little Li Flying Dagger Ye Gucheng.
All kinds of completely different names were gathered in this world.
This made him feel that there were infinite possibilities for this skill that he had obtained.
The reward for looting the corpse depended on the strength of the deceased when they were alive.
However, being strong did not mean that the things they obtained were good. It all depended on luck.
It could only be said that the strength of the deceased determined the lower limit, and luck determined the upper limit.
His luck was neither good nor bad.
After processing the corpses for a month, there were a total of fourteen corpses.
He obtained a total of ten years of internal strength.
A set of long punches.
It was a common saber technique.
It was a Light-body Technique called Flying Above Grass.
There was also a pile of junk.
The best among them was the constitution that was immune to all poisons.
It was obtained from the corpse of a strange-looking old man.
According to the strength of this world.
Those who had ten years of inner force foundation could be considered as late-stage martial artists.
There were still six major realms above martial artists.
They were Postnatal martial artists, Connate martial artists, Grandmasters, Great Grandmasters, Land Immortals, and Divine Traversing Realms.
However, the latter two realms were basically legends.
For example, the famous Shaolin and Wudang only had the highest combat strength of a great grandmaster.
The other small sects did not even have a Xiantian warrior.
As for the Six Fan School, their highest combat power was only at the level of a Grandmaster.
However, a late-stage martial artist like him was already qualified to be promoted to the position of constable.
However, he did not have that intention.
Even the Six Fan School couldn't escape the treachery in the imperial court.
It didn't matter if he was a small constable now, but it would be hard to say after he was promoted.
Before he had enough strength, playing safe was the best choice.
"Alright, Sixth Brother, the corpse has been dealt with.”
As Xia An spoke, she sprinkled the Six Fan School's exclusive detoxifying powder into the basin to clean the blood stains on her hands.
"After you're done, let Bai Yi drag you to the mass grave and bury you. Don't waste time.”
"Sixth Brother, why are you in such a hurry?”
"Of course it's a good thing!"
Hao Liushen said mysteriously.
"Let me tell you, I spent a lot of money to buy this information.”
"If we're lucky, it won't be a problem for us to get promoted.”
Xia An turned to look at him with a suspicious expression.
"Sixth Brother, you couldn't have been deceived again, right?”
"Last time, you said you were going to guard a heavily injured thief. In the end, we were exposed to the cold wind all night and didn't get a single thing.”
Hao Liu's expression was a little awkward when he heard this, and he immediately swore.
" There's definitely no mistake this time. You know about the private money model case, right? They'll be trading at the Drunken Moon Restaurant today…"
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