Looking at the two swordsmen's departing backs, Du Qian's heart finally settled down.

It was at this moment that the mechanical prompt of the system suddenly sounded in his mind.

"Defeat two Xiantian Realm masters and get a chance to win a prize x1!"

“…What the hell?”

"No, can this also be considered a defeat?"

Hearing the system prompt in his mind, Du Qian couldn't help but widen his eyes, looking confused.

At the same time, everyone in the troupe came to their senses and looked at this familiar yet unfamiliar young man with complicated expressions.

The old boss opened his mouth slightly and looked at Du Qian, wanting to say something but stopping himself.

Du Qian came back to his senses from the system's prompt. He glanced in the direction where the two swordsmen left, then reached out and picked up the black cloth that he had just taken off from the carriage and covered his eyes again.

After doing all this, he turned around and shook his head at the old boss.

The old boss was slightly stunned, as if he didn't understand what Du Qian meant.

Du Qian showed helplessness, and immediately took off the wooden sword from his waist and wrote four big words on the ground -

“Walls have ears.”

Seeing these four words, the old boss, Uncle Zhang and others quickly understood that Du Qian was worried that the other party had not gone far.

With such an expert's hearing, even from a distance of several miles, he could still hear their conversation from the sound of the wind...

After realizing this, the old boss, Uncle Zhang and others immediately understood and shut their mouths tightly.

At the same time, Du Qian's four words also made the old boss, Uncle Zhang and others realize that he must have scared the two people away in some way, otherwise he would not be so guilty as he is now.

But the question is, how did this kid Du Qian scare them away?

The old boss and Uncle Zhang looked at each other and could see deep doubt in each other's eyes.

Although they really wanted to know the answer to this question, considering the threat posed by the two swordsmen, now was obviously not the right time.

At the same time, Du Qian also realized this problem. He immediately opened the system panel and said silently in his mind:

"System, I want to draw a lottery!"

In an instant, the silver number immediately changed from [1] back to [0].

"bite--"

"The lottery is over. Congratulations to the host for obtaining the purple magical power [Fire of Curse]!"

……oh?

Listening to the name, it seems to be an offensive magical power!

Du Qian's eyes lit up, and without caring that he was in front of everyone, he immediately opened the system panel and turned to the [Magic Power] column.

[Curse Fire (Purple): Curse someone and their body will catch fire.]

As expected, such a simple description and such a nonsensical effect!

But no matter what, he finally possessed a mysterious means of attack.

Is there any need to hesitate?

Du Qian immediately started cursing and used his magical powers without hesitation.

"Damn it! How dare they disturb my rest? These two swordsmen really deserve to die!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a few miles away, two figures who had not yet walked far away suddenly began to emit smoke from their seven orifices and their bodies were engulfed in flames.

One of them screamed and kept circulating the internal energy in his body, trying to put out the fire.

But unfortunately, Du Qian was still cursing. No matter how many flames he put out, more flames would appear, burning his internal organs and flesh from the inside out.

Just like that, a swordsman in the innate realm who could emit sword light was burned to death in the wilderness by the inexplicable flames that appeared in his body.

As for the other swordsman, he was closer to the river at that time.

After the flames appeared, he immediately flew into the river, but the flames coming out of his body were endless, and even the rushing river could not extinguish them.

In the end, he was burned into a charred corpse like the other man, with a look of despair on his face, floating down the river.

…

…

On the other side, the troupe members hid beside the carriage, looking at Du Qian with horror as he suddenly cursed the swordsman.

The old boss widened his eyes and couldn't help but clench his sword tightly, looking vigilantly in the direction where the two men left.

Uncle Zhang was also stunned and became increasingly worried about Du Qian's current mental state.

...Didn’t I just say that walls have ears and we can’t talk casually?

How come in the blink of an eye, you start swearing, and the swearing becomes more and more unpleasant.

If the other party heard you saying this, aren't you afraid that they would get angry and come back to fight you?

Everyone, including the old boss and Uncle Zhang, stared at Du Qian in amazement, their eyes filled with horror and confusion.

They all couldn't figure out what Du Qian was up to...

No, they don’t even dare to understand it, for fear that there will be problems with their own brain circuits.

Among all the people present, only Du Qian remained unmoved, and even felt happier the more he cursed.

Because he was the only one who was not attracted by his own abnormal behavior and was still listening attentively to the noise coming from the front.

Because of this, he was the only person in the audience who noticed the faint screams of the swordsman.

This shows that [Fire of Curse] can cause effective damage to the two swordsmen.

Moreover, when [Fire of Curse] was activated, he could vaguely feel the feedback of the magical power taking effect.

But now, no matter how he cursed, he could not get any feedback that his magical power was taking effect.

...Could it be that the two swordsmen had been burned to death by him?

Du Qian's eyes lit up, and then he thought of the faces of the two people in his mind, and tentatively cursed: "What?"

Sure enough, there was still no feedback from the magical power [Fire of Curse].

Du Qian was overjoyed and said quickly, "Stay here and don't move. I'll be back soon!"

After saying that, Du Qian started running towards the direction where the two swordsmen had left.

Everyone in the troupe stayed where they were, looking at each other, and couldn't help but start to worry about Du Qian's mental state.

Du Qian used all his strength to activate an unknown internal skill and quickly rushed towards one of them.

Not long after, he followed the burning smell in the air and found the charred body of the person who had been burned to death on the side of the road.

Seeing the other person's desperate face, Du Qian couldn't help but show sympathy.

Then, without any hesitation, he quickly squatted down and began to happily touch the corpse.

Are you kidding? These two guys don’t care about the lives of everyone in the troupe at all.

Du Qian treated the opera troupe as his family, so how could he possibly care about the lives of these two people?

At most, it's out of human nature, and you can just hypocritically sympathize with this tragic death!

As for whether the tragic state of the charred corpse will affect the mood of touching the corpse.

Du Qian said, that definitely won’t happen!

Having witnessed the cruel meat grinder-like battlefield of the Three Kingdoms era in his previous life, a mere charred corpse could not move him.

After all, he was facing Cao Cao's army, which would dry human flesh into rations!

"Wait, something's wrong!"

Halfway through the process, Du Qian suddenly stopped and frowned in confusion.

He clearly used the fire of curse to burn two masters to death, so why was there no system reward?

Are those who are burned to death by the fire of cursing not considered to have been killed by him?

Or are there other requirements for obtaining system rewards, such as defeating the opponent fairly, or letting the opponent know who actually defeated him?

Or, can each enemy only receive the reward once?

Du Qian frowned and began to think about the various possibilities of obtaining system rewards.

Soon, Du Qian put these questions aside for the time being and continued to search the corpse.

The origin of this system is mysterious and extremely unorthodox. It is simply a fantasy to think through its rules!

Compared to this, the most important thing is to get what you can get first.

Du Qian searched the corpse intently, and finally found a sword, a jade pendant, a chain mail, and an iron book page with an unknown technique engraved on it...

Apart from these four things, everything else has been affected by the fire of curse.

Although Du Qian felt a little regretful about this, he had no choice but to accept it with pleasure.

Afterwards, he collected the four items and began to look for another body.

But unfortunately, the charred corpse had already drifted downstream along the river.

Du Qian followed the burning ashes on the grass all the way to the river, and then he could only look at the rushing river in front of him and turned away regretfully.

When they returned to where the troupe was, the old owner and others had already packed their luggage and were ready to set off at any time, traveling overnight.

Seeing Du Qian return, the old boss looked at the people around him, then stepped forward hesitantly, as if he wanted to ask something.

Before he could speak, Du Qian spoke first: "Do you remember the mountain temple we passed by half a month ago? At that time, you and Uncle Zhang said that the temple was evil and could not be entered. I didn't believe in evil, so I sneaked into the mountain temple at night."

"As a result, something went wrong with the mountain god statue that night, and a beam of light flew into my eyes."

"I was scared at the time, and there was no abnormality afterwards, so I didn't dare tell you."

"Until last night, my eyes suddenly showed something magical. Everyone I looked at would sense a sense of intimidation, as if I was possessed by a mountain god."

As he spoke, Du Qian took off the black cloth and looked at the old boss seriously.

The old boss was immediately startled and experienced the same terrifying feeling as in the early morning.

"…So it was you during the day!"

The old boss suddenly realized.

Du Qian sneered and covered his eyes with the black cloth again.

The fatal sense of crisis that was like a thorn in the back suddenly disappeared.

The old boss breathed a sigh of relief and said immediately: "No wonder you need to cover your eyes with a black cloth, it turns out there is something wrong with your eyes..."

As he spoke, the old troupe owner pondered and said, "I am just the owner of a troupe. I don't have much experience, so I can't say whether this is a good thing or a bad thing. If you are really worried, I can help you find a master to try to exorcise the evil spirits..."

Du Qian quickly said: "No need, I think it's fine now!"

The old boss recalled the scene where Du Qian had just cursed and couldn't help but look doubtful: "Is it really okay?"

Du Qian nodded repeatedly: "It's really good. If you don't believe me, I'll take a few steps to show you."

Hearing this, the old boss looked even more worried.

Du Qian hastened to appease the old boss and advised everyone not to rush on their journey but to stay for the night.

Finally, under his persuasion, the troupe set up camp again and rested by the river.

Du Qian finally found some time to take out the piece of iron paper with countless small words engraved on it, sat cross-legged by the river, and read it carefully.

"Sword Art of the Styx..."

After reading it, Du Qian's eyes sparkled, knowing that he had finally obtained a superior technique that he could practice.

All of this is thanks to the magical power of the system and the curse fire that can easily burn even the masters of the Innate Realm to death.

However, compared to the magical powers of the system, Du Qian really wanted to possess a powerful force that he could master perfectly.

Thinking of this, Du Qian immediately sat cross-legged by the river and began to try to practice the Styx Sword Technique.

No words were spoken that night.

As the sky brightened, Du Qian opened his eyes and looked at the iron book page in his hand expressionlessly. Then he silently put it in his arms, turned his head to the fish swimming in the river, and said seriously:

"I'm sorry, Shabi!"

"rub!"

A raging flame suddenly broke out, and a charred fish floated to the surface of the water with its belly turned up.

Du Qian stabbed the fish with a sharp sword in hand, sniffed the burnt smell of the fish skin, and nodded with satisfaction.

As expected, what a bunch of crappy sword techniques, after practicing for an entire night I couldn’t even touch the threshold.

It must be that the magical power released by the system is useful!

Du Qian took a bite of the fish and couldn't help but praise: "It smells so good!"