Masters in the realm of marrow refining are rare in Cangqing City, let alone those who have just died.

If this opportunity is missed, it will be difficult for Xu Rong to find such a suitable candidate.

He didn't hesitate long before he communicated with the Soul-Eating Pearl and regarded Zhang Yu's soul as the target of this analysis.

As a shadow invisible to ordinary people was absorbed into the Soul-eating Pearl, Xu Rong felt the scene in front of him change.

In an instant, he seemed to be a young man practicing his sword.

This young man's face is very similar to Zhang Yu's. He is practicing sword moves in a precise manner, and he is also doing the same movements.

Spring passed and autumn came, and before he knew it, the young man's face looked exactly like Zhang Yu's now.

Xu Rong also gained decades of experience in practicing swordsmanship.

[Tiger Roaring Thunder Knife]

[Level: one and a half stars]

[It emphasizes momentum first, using force to overwhelm people, and when the sword falls, ghosts and gods will be shocked.]

As soon as these memories of practicing swordsmanship were digested in my mind, some pictures flashed away.

Xu Rong "saw" a middle-aged man with an elegant face, like a scholar, and cut "his" chest and abdomen open with a sword.

'Is it Han Shihai, the leader of the White Lotus Sect?'

Apart from this person, Xu Rong didn't know who else could kill Zhang Yu, a martial arts master in the marrow refining realm.

He remembered this man's face firmly, and the next moment, he felt a sharp pain.

A stream of soul power surged out from the soul-devouring bead and spread all over Xu Rong's body.

Under the influence of this soul power, his muscles became more powerful, the muscles and bones became stronger, the skin became exceptionally tough, the internal organs became stronger, and even the bone marrow became stronger.

Thick, with a faint metallic sheen.

The blood in his body was constantly rushing like the Yangtze River, making a gurgling sound. The huge power of Qi and blood made Xu Rong like a heater, making the lobby that was originally a little damp and cold due to the rain warm.

'Originally, I was only in the realm of refining muscles and bones. This time I jumped across the skin refining membrane, refining internal organs, and entered the realm of marrow refining. I am only one step away from being able to touch blood exchange... The soul-eating beads are really powerful.'

Previously, Xu Rong thought that the Soul-Eating Bead could help him enter the Zang-Refining Realm, which was already great. Unexpectedly, it exceeded his expectations.

'But this is not enough. Zhang Yudu died in the hands of Han Shihai. Even if I enter the realm of marrow refining, I will not be able to avenge him.'

Everyone in the lobby who witnessed this scene was immediately dumbfounded.

County magistrate Zhang Su was also a little surprised: "This is the death of a relative. It is exciting and exciting, and the blood is boiling. My martial arts practice has improved at this time? I don't know whether it is lucky or unfortunate."

Unlike others, Zhang Su has seen the big world and has heard of people who have improved their cultivation under such circumstances.

Of course, more often than not, one becomes obsessed and becomes a useless person.

The human body is powerful but fragile, and the energy and blood are out of control. During the riot, the human body is destroyed from the inside, and no one else can help.

Although I don’t know how far Xu Rong has reached the stage of cultivation in the physical realm, judging from his Qi and blood, he is at least in the realm of internal organs refining.

So after a brief thought, Zhang Su asked in a deep voice: "Xu Rong, are you willing to take over your third uncle's position and become a police agent?"

There was some commotion among the government officials.

Compared with temporary workers such as government officials, police officers are formal workers with a formal establishment, and their benefits and benefits are very different.

A salary of ten taels of silver a month is enough to make most people envious.

But they can only be envious and jealous because they don't have that strength.

If you want to become a detective, you must at least be in the realm of skin refining.

Training the muscles and muscles is just an introduction to martial arts and is not enough to qualify.

Xu Rong was startled when he heard this, and then solemnly said: "I do!"

The third uncle has passed away now. If he continues to be a jailer, I am afraid that even the old man will not be able to continue to support him.

Besides, practicing martial arts also costs a lot of money.

Taking advantage of the trend and becoming a policeman will not only bring you a salary, but you can also avoid a lot of trouble.

Zhang Su nodded slightly: "Go and deal with your third uncle's funeral affairs, and then come to the Yamen to report."

"yes."

Xu Rong pulled the trolley out of the Yamen. At the door, he saw many figures crying heartbrokenly and staggering towards the Yamen in the rain.

He sighed. Although his cultivation had greatly improved during this trip, he didn't have the same expectations as when he first went out in the morning, and he didn't feel any happiness at all.

"If grandpa knew about this..."

Xu Rong could not imagine what would happen to his grandfather.

Grandpa has already experienced a white-haired man giving a black-haired man a gift, and his wife has left him. Now he has to give a white-haired man a gift to a black-haired man again...

Just thinking about it made Xu Rong's heart tremble.

But it was impossible to hide this.

"This damn world!"

Xu Rong pulled the cart and braved the heavy rain, step by step, back to his home in the outer city.

After pausing at the door, Xu Rong finally pulled the cart into the yard.

"Ah Rong, why are you back?"

The old man probably heard the sound in the yard and slowly walked out of the room.

He looked at Xu Rong, who was soaked by the heavy rain, and then looked at the cart behind him, and was shocked.

Even though it was covered with white cloth, the old man could tell what it was from just a few parts of it.

"Is this your third uncle?"

The old voice trembled slightly. The old man was holding on to the door frame, his figure vaguely unstable.

Xu Rong nodded, not knowing what to say. At this time, any words seemed hollow and weak.

The old man's originally tall and straight figure was now slightly stooped, and his face seemed a bit older.

"Bring your third uncle in."

"good."

Xu Rong picked up Xu Ying's body and placed it on a roll of straw mat that the old man took out.

There was no hoarse crying as Xu Rong imagined. The old man just ordered Xu Rong to assist him and quietly helped Xu Ying sort out the body.

The rain had stopped without realizing it, but the clouds in the sky had not yet dispersed, and a draft blew through the hall, making people feel chilly in their hearts.

"Go to Lao Liu's coffin shop in the west of the city to order a coffin and buy some incense candles..."

The old man gave verbose instructions, and Xu Rong nodded in agreement.

"You used this money. You originally wanted to save it to give your third uncle a wife, but you didn't expect..."

Xu Rong silently took the money. There was a lot of money needed to deal with funeral arrangements, and he didn't have much money on him. The money must be used.

"Grandpa, please sit down and rest for a while. I'm going to do some work now."

The old man waved his hands, his eyes fell on Xu Ying's body, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Old man, I heard that Xu Ying is gone, why didn't you inform us?"

The two men, an old man and a young man, arrived first before they arrived.

With his eyesight at this time, Xu Rong did not see any sadness on their faces. It seemed that there was still some smile left, but it had just subsided.

Xu Rong paused. He had met these two people once or twice, but was not familiar with them. He vaguely knew that they were members of the Xu clan.

He is from the same clan as the old man.

Xu Kui looks a few years older than Xu Rong, but his words show no respect for Xu Ying, who is older than him.

"It's such a pity that Xu Ying doesn't even have any descendants. Who will be the one to send this old man to you in the future?"

The two of them walked in the door and didn't notice anyone at all.

Xu Yuan echoed his son's words: "Yes, no one is taking care of Xu Ying's funeral now. Old man, you should have sent someone to call us early."

Xu Rong's brows gradually furrowed. As if they didn't see him standing here, the two people came close to the old man and made sarcastic remarks.

Just when he wanted to drive these two people away, the old man slowly raised his head and said in a hoarse voice: "I'm not dead yet, get out of here!"
Chapter completed!