Chen An looked at the two bodies on the ground, his heart was calm and his expression was peaceful.

It was because of the secretion of adrenaline, and it was also because it was not the first time he killed the enemy.

"A strong man at the ninth level of Qi Refining should have a lot of valuables with him."

Thinking of this, Chen An ignored the blood all over the ground and squatted down calmly to touch the corpse.

After touching it for a while, the harvest is as follows.

4 medium-grade spirit stones.

56 low-grade spirit stones.

1 long sword.

1 dagger.

3 aphrodisiacs.

A few other small items that looked worth some money.

The harvest is not small.

I have to say that Deacon Tang is worthy of his identity as the deacon of the Bamboo Leaf Gang.

The spiritual stones he carried with him were almost equal to Chen An's entire fortune.

"It's too late for this beast to die."

Chen An looked at the three aphrodisiacs on the ground and couldn't help but greet Deacon Tang.

At this time, all the wives and concubines hiding in the room came out.

They had just heard the noise in the living room in their room and knew that their husbands had won.

"My dear, are you injured anywhere?"

Wen Zhiyun came to Chen An and stopped, asking with concern.

Chen An was dealing with the body. He looked up and smiled at her, saying, "My husband is fine."

"Husband, let me help you."

Wen Zhiyun squatted down and helped deal with the body, not afraid of the bloody scene before her.

There is no independent cultivator who can reach the late stage of Qi Refining who has not experienced fighting, and seeing blood and being stained with blood is a common occurrence.

Even the most beautiful female cultivators are like this.

"Husband, Yue'er is here to help you too."

As Gu Xinyue spoke, she walked to the side and squatted, enduring a little psychological discomfort as she helped deal with the corpse.

Seeing this, Song Huaying hesitated for a moment and then followed over.

But before he got there, his face changed and he covered his mouth with his hands and started to retch.

She was the daughter of a wealthy family and had never killed a chicken before. She could not bear the bloody scene before her.

Chen An saw that his wife was not feeling well, so he looked up and said to her, "Ying'er, go back to your room and sit down first. I will come to you after I have dealt with this matter."

"Husband, my dear, Ying'er will go back to her room first."

Song Huaying looked uncomfortable, and immediately after she finished speaking, she quickly returned to the room with weak legs and feet.

Chen An and his two wives and concubines who stayed behind continued to clean up the scene.

Carry the body out to the backyard.

Find a corner and dig a deep pit.

Then the sword, dagger and several small items that symbolized status were all buried together.

Although these things are quite valuable, there is a risk of them being traced back and found if you keep them, so it is safer to bury them.

At most, I can wait until the hype has died down, then dig it out and take it to the market to see if there is any possibility of selling it.

After filling the soil.

Chen An pulled some weeds from the vegetable garden next door and planted them on the burial pit to hide it from anyone.

After planting, I also trimmed the soil surface to make it look more natural.

"How come you are so skilled?"

Wen Zhiyun looked at Chen An with surprise and was a little shocked by his method of burying the body.

Chen An patted the dust off his body and said in a very calm tone:

"You'll become more skilled at burying more."

After that, he looked at his two wives and concubines and said, "Well, it's getting late, go take a bath and go to bed."

Gu Xinyue was very sensible. After hearing this, she immediately went to the kitchen to boil water.

Wen Zhiyun said with a worried look:

"Husband, you killed Deacon Tang. Will the people from the Bamboo Leaf Gang find out?"

"I don't think so. Deacon Tang brought aphrodisiacs with him and came at night. He obviously wanted to do something indecent to you tonight. He must have concealed his presence on the way here to avoid being discovered."

Chen An analyzed.

Wen Zhiyun listened and nodded, thinking it made sense.

Although the members of the Bamboo Leaf Gang do not regard the residents under their command as human beings, they still do some superficial work.

If he takes a fancy to a female cultivator and fails to force her to take her by force, he will only do it secretly and will not do it in a high-profile manner.

Forcibly occupying the wives and concubines of the residents would cause the reputation of Zhuyelin to explode and there would be no possibility of recovery.

After dealing with the body.

Chen An came to the wellhead and took out all the spirit stones he had just found from the corpse and cleaned them.

Afterwards, he went back to his room and took out all his belongings, and put them together with the spirit stones he had just obtained.

If all are converted into low-grade spirit stones, there are a total of 1,203 pieces.

Chen An smiled and muttered to himself.

He remembered the book of cultivation techniques that he had seen in the treasure shop, and a sense of anticipation arose in his heart.

"After delivering the pills to the Bamboo Leaf Gang's logistics department tomorrow, I'll go to the Treasure Shop and buy the book 'Mandarin Ducks Flying Together'."

Chen An thought to himself.

At this time, Gu Xinyue came out of the bathroom and said:

"Husband, the water temperature has been adjusted. You can come in and take a bath directly."

"Yes, I'll come."

Chen An put away the spirit stone in his hand, put his arm around Gu Xinyue's slender waist and walked into the bathroom.

About an incense stick of time later.

[Spiritual Strength +3]

As time passed, the wives and concubines finished their baths and went back to their rooms to rest.

“Crack—”

Chen An pushed open Wen Zhiyun's door and walked in slowly.

It's a three-day cycle, and tonight it's Wen Zhiyun's turn to accompany her.

"Husband, for the sake of the baby in our belly, I will not serve you for the next four months."

Seeing Chen An walk to the bed and sit down and start taking off his clothes, Wen Zhiyun pursed her lips and said.

Chen An expressed his understanding: "Well, it's almost time to take care of the baby, so we need to be careful."

"Husband, let's go to bed early."

"good."

"Husband, you're hugging too tight. It's getting hot."

"Yun'er, I once read a sentence in a book: When God closes a door for you, he will open a window for you."

“Never heard of it.”

“This sentence is worth pondering.”

"What's there to ponder?"

"you guess?"

"Guess what!"

"Um, you...what are you doing!?"

“…”

In a blink of an eye.

It's dawn.

As a rooster crowed in the backyard, the wives and concubines in the house got up one after another.

Chen An and Wen Zhiyun got up late.

Both of them didn't sleep well last night, so they needed to stay in bed for a while in the morning to recover more energy.

More than half an hour later.

The two of them got up from the bed, washed up simply, and went to the hall.

At this time, Gu Xinyue had just finished preparing breakfast.

Chen An and Wen Zhiyun can sit down and eat as soon as they arrive.

Gu Xinyue cooked a very sumptuous meal.

Porridge, buns, fried dough sticks, soy milk, eggs, everything is available.

"Sister Wen, why are you only drinking porridge?"

Seeing that Wen Zhiyun was just sipping the porridge in small sips the whole time, Song Huaying beside her couldn't help but feel puzzled. She remembered that Wen Zhiyun loved to eat fried dough sticks, so why didn't she touch them now?

Gu Xinyue on the other side was also puzzled. She looked at Wen Zhiyun with a puzzled look, wondering if she had failed to meet her standards this morning and the food she cooked was not tasty. Being looked at like this by her two sisters, Wen Zhiyun had to put down the spoon and explained with her mouth slightly opened:

"I slept in the wrong position last night, and my teeth pressed on the flesh on the side of my mouth. Now it hurts when I open my mouth a little wider, so I can only drink porridge in small sips."

"Is that so, Sister Wen, I'll go to the alchemy room to get you some medicine."

Song Huaying said this and stood up and left.

Wen Zhiyun reached out and pulled her back, smiling slightly and said, "No need, Ying'er. Medicine is poisonous. Just let this minor injury heal on its own. It will heal in half a day at most."

After saying this, she glared at Chen An beside her with resentment, secretly cursing him for being a bastard who had no idea of ​​pitying his wives and concubines.

Chen An knew he was in the wrong and pretended not to see it.

Song Huaying, who was sitting opposite her, felt bitter at this moment.

She was a little stimulated by Wen Zhiyun's last words, "It will take at most half a day to recover."

I thought it was great to be an immortal cultivator.

For example, skin injuries can be fully recovered in less than half a day.

As a mortal, it would take at least ten days for my wound to heal.

Chen An had sharp senses and noticed the fleeting sadness on his wife's face.

But he didn't say anything, just silently thinking in his heart, is there any way to let his little wife also practice immortality? At the very least, he must find a way to let her practice martial arts to strengthen her body and narrow the gap between immortals and mortals as much as possible.

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PS: Putting out the bowl, asking for monthly votes and recommendation votes!

(End of this chapter)