It was the darkest hour before dawn, and great swathes of snowflakes drifted down toward the earth.
This was not the first snowfall since winter began.
But this one was especially heavy.
Before long, a thin layer had accumulated in the courtyard.
Wang Chen carried the black-clad man's corpse back into the house and began searching it under the bedroom light.
The black-clad man carried no Magic Tools, only a Storage Bag hanging at his waist.
From this Storage Bag, which held five cubic feet, Wang Chen obtained fifteen Lower Spirit stones and some Shattered Spirit stones, three bottles of Pills, nine talismans, a dagger, and a Crane-shaped Pot.
Wang Chen was speechless.
He had the same Crane-shaped Pot himself—the Misty Immortal Pot he had taken from the traveling merchant he had killed before!
This sort of home-invading, robbery-committing thing was useless to Wang Chen and couldn't be sold, so he had kept it buried at the bottom of his Storage Bag.
Who would have thought he would get another one?
And among the three bottles of Pills was one bottle of Corpse Dissolving Powder, which he was also very familiar with!
Along with the Exorcism Talisman, Jia Ma Talisman, Rebirth Talisman...
Wang Chen seriously suspected that this fellow and the traveling merchant he had killed came from the same school.
Equally broke-ass bandits!
Yet there was no such thing as the poorest—only poorer.
The burly man he had blasted to death at the door with a Fire Crow Technique did not even have a Storage Bag!
The weapon in his hand was ordinary junk as well.
Not only that, Wang Chen had not gained even a single Heavenly Merit point from him.
That was very interesting.
As far as Wang Chen currently knew, killing people was the only way