"Fellow Daoist Jiang, it's time to go home again."

At the big market in Yunzhong City, Lin Jiang quickly sold out the talismans. The beautiful young woman beside him asked with envy on her face.

"It's okay, Fellow Daoist Liu, I'm leaving first."

Lin Jiang waved his hand. He had been setting up a stall in the big market for several years and had a little reputation. Moreover, his talismans were of high quality, so they were sold out at a very fast speed these days.

Of course, this was also related to the quantity of goods. Lin Jiang was now pushing himself to the extreme. He could only draw about seven talismans a day. What could seven talismans sell? They could be sold out in less than half an hour.

Now Lin Jiang regretted not stocking up more talismans, and regretted selling the first-level medium-quality talismans to the business. Otherwise, he would have earned hundreds of spirit stones for nothing.

"Fellow Daoist Jiang"

Just when Lin Jiang arrived at the door of his house, a strange voice suddenly sounded. Lin Jiang had realized that something was wrong, but he was still a step too late. A man appeared beside Lin Jiang in a flash, and a hard object had already pressed against Lin Jiang's waist.

"Don't move. The Qianque Crossbow in my hand can penetrate your body and destroy your Dantian even if you have a treasure."

A cold voice came, making Lin Jiang's heart tighten. Then, another person came over, hugged Lin Jiang's shoulders, and acted very familiar.

"Fellow Daoist Jiang, you don't want your Dantian to be broken, do you?"

"Two heroes, has Jiang offended you in any way?"

"Stop talking nonsense, open the door, and go in."

"Okay."

Lin Jiang opened his own protective formation, then opened the door and walked in.

Lin Jiang saw the faces of the two people clearly. He knew one of them, named Mo Lin. He was also a vendor in the big market and one of the licking dogs of the beautiful young woman.

"Friend Mo Dao, I don't know when Jiang offended you guys."

"Haha, Mr. Jiang, you didn't offend me."

"Why is that?"

"Of course he's eyeing your spirit stones."

Mo Lin sneered, then took off Lin Jiang's storage bag, took a look, and showed a surprised expression on his face, because he found that Lin Jiang's storage bag was a super-large storage bag, worth at least 7,000 or 8,000 spirit stones, which was not comparable to the garbage they had.

"He's really rich, he can afford a super-large storage bag."

"Hurry up and let him open the storage bag."

"No, kill him, we'll grind him slowly."

"Wait a minute,"

Lin Jiang said immediately when he saw that they were about to take action.

"Why, do you have any last words?"

"Yes, even if I die, I have to die with a clear mind, how did you know I live here?"

Lin Jiang said, he was a very cautious person, even if the beautiful young woman and Zhang Ruifeng had been setting up a stall with him for several years, he never revealed where he lived, he shouldn't have exposed it.

"Hehe, guess."

"Friend Mo, I don't mean any other thing. I just want to know if I have offended anyone. Let me die knowing clearly."

"Since you asked sincerely, I will let you die knowingly. I have been watching you for several years. In fact, I am not the only one who knows that you are rich. People in half of the street in the big market know that you are rich. You set up your stall in less than two hours every day and leave, wasting the stall fee. You have no family background, how can you do this?

Besides, you live alone in such an expensive house in Yunzhong City. You are too rich. I didn't dare to attack you before because my cultivation is not as good as yours, but I am also in the late stage of Qi training now. Who is afraid of who?"

"I don't think I have revealed where I live."

"Of course someone told me."

"Who?"

"Haha, you want to trick me? No way. I'm not a fool. I will tell you when you die. Let's do it."

Mo Lin laughed. He was not stupid. If he could survive at the bottom of Yunzhong City, a fool would have died long ago.

As soon as Mo Lin finished speaking, Lin Jiang took action. Without the storage bag, he also lost his flying sword, but he still had the silver needle magic weapon, which he had always kept on him.

"Explosion Yuanshu, Explosion"

Lin Jiang roared, and his spiritual power surged in a strange manner, increasing ten times more than usual.

"Stare"

two silver needles flew out, one of which directly pierced Mo Lin's eyebrows, and the other collided with the crossbow arrow in the hand of another person. The crossbow arrow was hit by the silver needle, and the one originally aimed at Lin Jiang was also deflected. The silver needle also flew out, and no one knew where it went.

"Splitting Palm, explode for me!"

Lin Jiang roared again, and hit with a palm. The powerful force directly penetrated his body and hit the remaining man from a distance of several meters. He immediately flew out like a broken basketball, hit the wall, left a pool of blood, and then slid down.

Lin Jiang looked at him coldly. His chest had completely sunken in. He was not completely dead yet, and his whole body was twitching. It was obvious that he could not survive.

"Pah"

At this time, Mo Lin's body completely lost his life and fell heavily to the ground.

"Fortunately, I learned some boxing and kicking skills before."

Lin Jiang sighed. Splitting Palm is a martial art for mortals, but when he used it as a cultivator, it was still extremely powerful. Of course, this was also the reason why he used the Explosion Yuan Technique to increase the power tenfold.

The price he paid was two hundred years of life, but is that a lot? After reducing two hundred years, he still has more than 20,000 years of life, which is not a big deal.

Lin Jiang stepped forward, took back the storage bag, took out the flying sword, and then made up for it. He was very cautious, not wanting to capsize in the ditch. He waited until they were completely dead before stopping.

Lin Jiang took off the storage bags and other things on them, and then used his spiritual sense to erase the marks on them. Because the original owner had died, it only took an hour to erase the marks on the two storage bags.

"Two poor ghosts"

Lin Jiang poured out the contents of the storage bag and couldn't help cursing.

The two people had very few things, less than a thousand spirit stones in total, and two flying swords, a few bottles of elixirs, a few herbs, and other messy things, even some dry food. The overall value would not exceed eight thousand spirit stones. Compared with Lin Jiang's wealth, it would not be an insult to say that they were poor ghosts.

Of course, this is also the norm for ordinary cultivators in Yunzhong City. Lin Jiang's situation is abnormal. His wealth has been accumulated over nearly a hundred years. If Lin Jiang was about the same age as them, he would not be much richer than them.

"I'm a good man for not only killing them but also burying them."

Lin Jiang dug a pit in the yard and buried the two men in it. He also threw in all the materials on them that could easily expose their identities, covered them with soil, and transplanted a tree. Nothing could be seen from the outside.

"Who targeted me? Who exposed my residence to them?"

Lin Jiang cleaned up everything and returned to the room to think about this question. Obviously, these two people were not the ones behind the scenes. The real murderer was someone else, which they admitted. If he

didn't get rid of this trouble, Lin Jiang felt that he would have trouble sleeping and eating. After all, there is no reason to guard against thieves for a thousand days. He didn't know who the real murderer was. What should he do if there was another home robbery? He wouldn't be so lucky next time.

"Mo Lin is a casual cultivator in the Big Market. He knows that I am rich, but doesn't know where I live. He has been keeping an eye on me for several years. In addition to the fact that his cultivation is not as good as mine, it is probably because he doesn't know where I live. The Big Market is definitely not a good place to take action.

And there should be no one in the Big Market who knows where I live. Or maybe there should be someone, and that is my previous neighbor, Fellow Daoist Zhang, but Fellow Daoist Zhang has been dead for many years. There

are also very few other people who know where I live. The most likely ones are the neighbors around me. Although I rarely go out, I have lived here for many years after all. If the neighbors happen to know them, then the logic makes sense, but who could it be?"

Lin Jiang analyzed seriously. He felt that the real culprit behind the scenes should be his neighbor, at least the probability is very high, but he doesn't know who it is yet.

"No matter who it is, after this matter is resolved, I have to move. Living in one place for too long, the risk factor is too high. Not to mention anything else, just the fact that I live alone in a yard is enough to show off my wealth, enough to arouse some people's greed, and other neighbors may not have the intention to kill people for treasures ."

Lin Jiang thought for a long time, but still did not get any useful clues. But no matter who the real murderer is, after this matter, Lin Jiang wants to move. Living in one place for a long time is too risky. If he lives for a hundred years, even his secrets may be exposed.

"Learn a high-level disguise technique, and move every three to five years. Yunzhong City is so big that I can move dozens of times. I will make plans when I have no place to go."

Lin Jiang quickly made up his mind. He also needed a high-level disguise technique. He already knew the ordinary ones, and then move frequently, so that he could protect himself.