Working?

Holding the book that screamed "extras," Liu Feng heard Li Danliu say, "Young brother, it's getting late. We need to go back to our hometown of Dongping to bury our third brother. If you ever need anything, come to Dongping and find us. The four of us brothers will never refuse!"

After saying that, Li Danliu and the other three pushed the coffin on the flatbed cart and left the courtyard. Liu Feng looked at the book in his hand, opened the Five Tigers Gate-Severing Blade and read it. He found that the beginning of the book contained some methods to increase strength by taking medicine, the following part contained some knowledge about cultivating internal energy, there was a passage of text that he didn't understand and was just randomly pieced together, and the last part was the five saber techniques.

"Something's not right. Wasn't this supposed to have sixty-four moves? How come there are only five moves left?" Liu Feng didn't recognize this infamous minor sword technique. Basically, anyone who practiced this technique was a minor character who wouldn't survive more than two episodes. Even his own flop novel had such minor characters.

"And what's with this incomprehensible text in the middle?" Liu Feng scratched his head, thinking, but then gave a wry smile. This was just a game. Even if it were a peerless martial art, it wouldn't be as powerful as a single module for him.

"Perhaps I'm just not suited for this game," Liu Feng sighed. Unable to bring himself to kill, he couldn't obtain the module no matter what. This second dungeon run was practically a waste; falling behind at one step meant falling behind at every step.

I managed to clear the first dungeon somehow, but the second one was just a mess. I couldn't kill anyone, so I didn't get any modules, and without modules, I had no power. I guess I'll just treat this dungeon as a vacation and get a feel for the scenery of the martial arts world.

"I guess I'll just have to go back to working honestly. I'm sorry, Che Guevara, I have no choice but to carry on my faith in you." Liu Feng thought to himself with a self-deprecating smile, but for some reason, he felt much lighter.

"Interesting. This person doesn't know martial arts, yet he has the ability to Blackwater Materialization." In the darkness, a person watched Liu Feng leave, squinting as he sized up Liu Feng's figure. Previously, the other party had attracted his attention by materializing animal traps with ink-like substances. He didn't expect to find a scroll of the Black Heaven Secret Manual here.

If Liu Feng were to carefully examine his panel at this moment, he would find that he had gained 100 Game Points. The person in the darkness smiled with narrowed eyes. The Black Heaven Secret Manual was a handwritten document by the former Black Heaven Hall, possessing a peculiar power. The contents recorded on it were bizarre and varied, some describing possible future events, some describing unique martial arts techniques, and others describing the manufacturing methods of strange and unusual objects.

Some of the Black Heaven Secret Manual can be deciphered immediately, while others require the Black Heaven Hall's unique decryption methods. In fact, most people who see the Black Heaven Secret Manual would think they are just some useless texts.

"The Black Heaven Secret Manual contains a great secret. Although it is not as important as the Ten Faces, the Black Heaven Secret Realm Map, or the Three Suns Seven Stars Stele, it would be better to collect as many as possible. We happen to need someone, so you'll have to do it." The person in the shadows looked at Liu Feng, who looked dejected in the distance, waved his hand, and several figures flew out to make arrangements.

Liu Feng rubbed his head. For a moment, he felt that something bad had happened, but then he shook his head. He wasn't the main character, and everything was innocent. As long as he didn't do anything reckless, how could anything special happen to him?

For some reason, a bloody image flashed through Liu Feng's mind again: a person covered in blood in a church, and corpses all over the floor. Liu Feng quickly shook his head.

Then, a person with flowing robes flew over Liu Feng's head. After that, an arrow flew from nowhere and shot directly at the person who had flown over. A cloth bag fell into Liu Feng's hand, and the person turned around and landed. It was none other than Qiu Shao, the Black Fiend from before.

"..." Qiu Shao was about to say something when several arrows flew towards him. Gritting his teeth, he could only retreat, then gave Liu Feng a deep look before leaping onto the other side of the roof. Liu Feng stood there, stunned. What kind of move was that?

An arrow flew from afar, piercing the knot in the cloth bag in Liu Feng's hand. The bag immediately opened, revealing a pitch-black mask. He was stunned for a moment. Some martial arts figures had appeared on both sides of the street, their eyes Greed fixed on the mask in Liu Feng's hand. Some of them had already drawn their weapons and were walking towards Liu Feng.

"What's going on?" Liu Feng licked his lips, opened his game panel, and saw that his Game Points had increased from zero to six hundred.

"Boy, hand over the Black Heaven Secret Treasure, or your Black Grandpa's blade will add another soul to the dead!" A Black Face man, his eyes wide, glanced at the mask in Liu Feng's hand and then shouted in a gruff voice.

"Six hundred points! Six hundred points, according to the previous 1:2 exchange rate, is about 1200!" Liu Feng's body trembled slightly. Not only had he gotten back the money he spent on the game mask, but he even had a surplus of 200, and this was only the second day of playing the game.

My previous idea of treating it as a vacation and then getting a job when I got back was instantly thrown to the back of my mind. Working is out of the question, absolutely out of the question in my life! May the great Che Guevara guide me!!!

Holding the mask, Liu Feng realized he had earned 600 Game Points just from acquiring it. He wondered how many Game Points it would fetch if he took it to an auction house. With this thought running through his mind, fueled by the power of money, Liu Feng's fingers caressed the mask, while his other hand, behind his back, swished ink, describing the mask's information based on his senses.

"Is this the Black Heaven Secret Treasure?" Liu Feng looked at the mask in front of him, as if he had never seen it before, and examined it carefully.

"Boy, did you hear me?!" The Black Face, dark-faced man strode towards Liu Feng, his broadsword gleaming coldly in the sunlight.

"The problem is there are so many people here, they won't agree even if I give it to them!" Liu Feng said with a wry smile, "How about this, I'll put the mask on the ground later, gentlemen, please spare my life!"

Having said that, Liu Feng, holding the tattered cloth in his hand, bent down and placed a piece of the mask on the ground. Then, holding the tattered cloth, he backed away and ran into the alley behind him. Clutching the mask hidden in the tattered cloth, Liu Feng grinned. "You can fight over that fake one yourselves."

Then Liu Feng's expression froze. On the other side of the alley stood Qiu Shao, who had left earlier. He held the Black Scale Sword and looked at Liu Feng with a faint smile, "Brother, although I don't know how you made a fake, this is not something you can get involved in. Just hand over the Black Heaven Secret Treasure to me!"

"I don't know what you're talking about?" Liu Feng retorted stubbornly.

Qiu Shao touched his nose and said, "On the Black Heaven Mask, I applied 'Never Met,' a scent that only my nose can detect. You can't hide it from me!"

"Heh!" Liu Feng curled his lip and stepped back. Then he heard a cold voice from afar. "Qiu Shao, you can't escape. I will avenge the killing of my junior brother no matter what!"