"It can ram sheep."

After hearing this, Wang Ping silently picked up a chopstick of the dish and put it in his mouth, muttering:

"Suddenly, it doesn't taste so bad after all."

Chen Yuan smiled. Men, as long as the words 'ram sheep' are added, can eat anything with relish.

"Wang Ping."

"What is it, Brother Yuan?" Wang Ping responded with his mouth full of the dark stuff.

"Have you ever thought about leaving Ping An County?"

Chen Yuan asked.

Wang Ping was stunned:

"Why would I leave? Isn't it pretty good in Ping An County?"

After saying that, Wang Ping paused:

"Brother Yuan, are you thinking of leaving?"

"What do you think?"

Chen Yuan didn't answer, but asked instead.

"I think... hehe, Brother Yuan, you'd better leave."

"How so?"

"Ping An County is too small. It can contain ordinary people like me, but it definitely can't contain someone with your ambitions. Going out is the best choice for you."

Wang Ping said softly.

He had been aware of this for a long time. Probably, from the moment Chen Yuan showed his strength and ascended to the position of Constable, Wang Ping had already had this idea.

His father had said that a man who could control his lower body was a ruthless person.

And Brother Yuan...

Wang Ping had noticed for a long time that Brother Yuan had changed since he came back from his injuries. He had become less enthusiastic about women and had instead set his sights on martial arts and power.

Chen Yuan glanced at Wang Ping in surprise, seemingly not expecting him to give such an answer.

"The world is so big. If you don't go out, how can you see the heroes of the world and reach the pinnacle of martial arts?"

"It's a pity that my talent is too poor. Otherwise, following you, Brother Yuan, would be a good choice..." Wang Ping said with a smile.

Although he was greedy for money and lustful, a vulgar person, his mind was still very clear. He knew that with his Refining Skin martial artist cultivation, he would not only not be able to help Brother Yuan, but would instead cause trouble.

Chen Yuan nodded, not at all surprised by Wang Ping's answer.

Having been in contact for so long, he could be said to have a good understanding of Wang Ping.

Knowing what kind of person he was.

The atmosphere at the dinner table was a bit heavy. Wang Ping smiled and said:

"Brother Yuan, let's not talk about this. Even if you leave, you can't leave now. You can still be carefree for a while."

In Wang Ping's view, Chen Yuan would definitely leave, but it shouldn't be now. After all, he hadn't been Constable for very long.

"Hehe..."

Chen Yuan didn't object or agree.

"By the way, Brother Yuan, can you give me an idea?"

Wang Ping's eyes flickered. He looked around and lowered his voice.

"What is it?"

"My father arranged a marriage for me the other day," Wang Ping said with a look of depression.

"It's a good thing to arrange a marriage. Why do you look like that? Is the girl very ugly?"

In any world, it's all about looks. If she's very ugly, Wang Ping should be depressed.

"She's not very ugly. Her family is very well-off, and she's also very beautiful. I like her quite a bit, but..."

Wang Ping gritted his teeth and continued:

"It's just that she seems particularly indifferent. I've met her a few times, and she doesn't seem very interested in me. It was my father who went to her door to propose marriage, and they neither objected nor agreed."

"Brother Yuan, what do you think I should do now?"

"If I'm rejected, my family will lose face."

After saying that, Wang Ping looked hopefully at Chen Yuan, hoping that he could give him an idea.

Since Brother Yuan became Constable, Wang Ping has basically regarded him as his backbone, asking him for advice on everything. And, most importantly, Brother Yuan can occasionally say some things that make people feel profound.

"Which one don't you like if she's pretty?" Chen Yuan glanced at Wang Ping.

"Brother Yuan, don't make fun of me. Help me get an idea."

"You really like her?"

"I really like her!"

Chen Yuan was silent for a moment and then said:

"A woman is like sand in your hand, understand?"

Wang Ping was stunned and silent for a long time. He let out a breath and said:

"Brother Yuan, I understand."

"What do you understand?" Chen Yuan was a little surprised. Has Wang Ping become smarter? Can he understand the hidden meaning in this?

Wang Ping: "A woman is like sand. The tighter you hold it, the easier it is to lose. Doesn't Brother Yuan mean to let me let go?

Come to think of it, that's right. The sand that can't be held, might as well scatter it!"

"Brother Yuan, you're so free and easy. Is that what you think too?"

Chen Yuan: ".......”

Slightly shaking his head, Chen Yuan said:

"You're thinking too much. What I mean is that a woman is like sand. If you want to hold onto it, you have to get her wet first. Wouldn't that make it easy to hold?"

Wang Ping: "???"

......

......

After coming out of the restaurant, Chen Yuan said goodbye to Wang Ping and walked alone towards his home. At this moment, the sky was completely dark. Without the bright moonlight, ordinary people couldn't see the road ahead at all.

All the streets were silent. Except for the occasional sound of the night watchman's gong, there were no pedestrians at all.

In this world without entertainment, ordinary people either went to bed early or were engaged in another kind of entertainment...

"Sha Sha..."

Chen Yuan's footsteps stepped on the ground. He didn't look sideways, and his figure moved at a very even pace.

"Whoosh whoosh..."

"Whoosh whoosh..."

A gust of cool breeze blew, and the leaves on the ground moved with the wind.

Suddenly, an extremely intense killing intent came from behind without any concealment.

Chen Yuan was startled. His figure immediately bent over at an odd angle. Then, a flash of knife light shone and slashed towards the attacking figure.

"Shua!"

"Tear!"

A familiar sound entered Chen Yuan's ears. He focused his eyes and saw that on the ground was actually a blood-red paper doll with a grotesque smile painted on its face, causing a fear from the bottom of his heart.

His heart trembled, and a layer of goosebumps rose on Chen Yuan's body.

Paper doll!

It was an existence from under the Blood Pool!

His eyes narrowed, and Chen Yuan suddenly turned his head to look towards the upper rear. There, at some unknown time, had actually appeared a figure wearing a dark red robe.

With disheveled long hair, one could see some dry wrinkles on his face. He was thin, but his eyes were extremely bright. He stood on a wall, staring at Chen Yuan.

He exuded a bloody smell, the same as the smell emanating from the Blood Pool.

"Senior is?"

Although Chen Yuan had already determined that the guy in front of him was the guy from the bottom of the Blood Pool that Zhang Xuan had mentioned, he still didn't dare to show it on the surface.

"What? You really can't guess who I am?"

A hoarse, dry voice came from the skinny man.

"Senior is joking. Chen has no reason to know Senior. How could I possibly guess Senior's identity?" Chen Yuan looked at the man, inconspicuously revealing some of the shadow on his left arm.

Right now, the only thing that could save him might be this Blood Fiend Saber!

This Blood Pool owner could make several Condensing Qi Realm experts protect him, and could make the people of the No Life Sect sub-rudder collect blood to heal his injuries. Whether it was his strength or status, he was definitely extremely strong.

He was not someone he could compare to right now.

Not to mention him, even County Commandant Li Mingqi couldn't do it.

Now that Zhang Xuan had left Ping An County, Chen Yuan could only rely on himself.

To be precise, it was this evil Blood Fiend Saber!

The skinny man coldly looked at Chen Yuan, without joy or sorrow:

"Chen Ping'an was killed by you, right?"

"Chen Ping'an... Who is that?"

Chen Yuan smiled.

"He was a disciple I valued very much. I originally kept him for a great purpose, but he was killed by you. What do you think should be done?" the skinny man said.

Chen Yuan didn't answer, his eyes flickering.

The skinny man continued:

"Besides, the things I left on the altar were also taken away by you. Shouldn't we settle these accounts as well?"

"How does Senior want to settle them?"

Since the guy in front of him had made things clear, continuing to pretend not to know would be insulting his intelligence. So Chen Yuan's attitude changed very quickly.

The skinny man took a step and slowly landed on the ground:

"The Huang family was destroyed, Zhao Shuping was captured, and my Holy Sect has no spies in the Ping An County Yamen. You have good talent. This Envoy intends to take you as a disciple and place his own man in Ping An County. What do you think?"

"With the guidance of this Envoy, you will have the opportunity to enter the Condensing Qi Realm in less than three years. Coupled with the operation of my Holy Sect, becoming a County Commandant is not impossible."

Chen Yuan revealed a harmless smile:

"Actually, Chen has long admired the Holy Sect. If I can join, it would be a blessing."

"Very good, you are a wise man. As long as you tell this Envoy the method of controlling that evil remnant blade, this Envoy can take you as a disciple right now."

A strange smile appeared on the corner of the skinny man's mouth.

"So, the purpose is here..." Chen Yuan thought to himself.

"Is Senior talking about this thing?"

Chen Yuan raised his left arm, revealing the shadow that resembled a tattoo.

A fiery look flashed in the skinny man's eyes, and he nodded:

"Yes, it's this thing."

"To be honest, Senior, this thing has not actually been controlled by Chen. I don't know why it is dormant in my body," Chen Yuan quickly said.

"Hmm? Are you afraid that I will harm you?" the skinny man's tone was a little unhappy.

"Of course not, but Chen really doesn't know how to control it. If Senior has a way, please help me expel it from my body. To be honest, I have been living in fear all day today."

At the right time, a look of fear flashed across Chen Yuan's face.

But the skinny man sneered:

"Do you think this Envoy will believe you?"

"Chen never lies in his life..." Chen Yuan said very seriously.

His name is Chen Yuan, not Chen.

Chen tells lies, what does that have to do with him, Chen Yuan?

Staring at Chen Yuan for a few breaths, the skinny man slowly walked forward and said:

"Extend your left arm."

"Okay..." Chen Yuan nodded.

When the skinny man approached within a three-zhang range, Chen Yuan's mind moved, and his qi and blood surged. The next moment, a black light flashed at his wrist, instantly shooting out towards the skinny man.

The skinny man seemed to have been prepared. The moment the Blood Fiend Saber flickered, a blood-red paper doll fell from his body, rushing towards the Blood Fiend Saber. He himself, however, moved his feet and dodged to the side.

"Shua!"

The Blood Fiend Saber erupted, and the blood-red paper doll shattered directly, lying quietly on the ground.

And when Chen Yuan released the Blood Fiend Saber, he immediately reached out and grabbed the hilt. He stepped forward, and golden lacquer condensed on his skin, fiercely slashing towards the front.

"Bang!"

The skinny man raised his arm, and a bloody qi condensed in his palm, colliding with Chen Yuan and letting out a muffled groan.

Having anticipated this, Chen Yuan instantly sprinkled a bag of limestone powder.

"Shu!"

A hidden arrow shot towards the skinny man's neck at an extremely fast speed.

"Ding..."

The poisoned arrow was actually bounced away!

"A little interesting."

The skinny man laughed hoarsely, and with a palm strike, a bloody qi instantly reached Chen Yuan. He only had time to draw his saber to block.

With a 'bang,' Chen Yuan fell heavily to the ground, and then quickly jumped up, inconspicuously glancing at his chest. A sharp pain came from there.

If it weren't for the Vajra Glazed Body being fully activated, Chen Yuan would have been severely injured with just that one strike.

Chen Yuan's face was gloomy. With just one strike, he was defeated. All the means he had used were useless, and he couldn't hurt the skinny man in front of him at all!

After repelling Chen Yuan, the skinny man didn't move, seemingly waiting for something.

The Blood Fiend Saber that had been activated by Chen Yuan had lost its target after resolving the paper doll. It turned into a black stream of light and returned to Chen Yuan's left arm.

Then, the Blood Fiend Saber, which had not devoured any essence blood, began to devour Chen Yuan's flesh and blood.

Chen Yuan could feel that the blood in his left arm seemed to have been instantly sucked away by something...

The skinny man quietly watched this scene. Back then, he had been devoured of most of his essence blood by that thing, and had no choice but to use a secret method to force it out of his body.

He had seen Chen Yuan control this thing easily before, and now he wanted to see if he could escape this calamity.

As for dodging the attack of that evil thing earlier, it was naturally because he had been prepared.

He understood the characteristics of this thing.

If it didn't hit with one strike, it would return to the body.

It was a double-edged sword. If used well, it was a surprise attack weapon that could even penetrate Gang Qi. If not used well, it would result in a dried corpse.

When the Blood Fiend Saber crossed over his left arm and prepared to devour the essence blood of the rest of his body, it seemed to be stopped by some resistance. It instantly stagnated and lay quietly on his left arm, just like before.

But Chen Yuan also felt a trace of resistance and a dissatisfied emotion emanating from the Blood Fiend Saber.

"It's the Qi Luck Altar!"

Chen Yuan's eyes flickered. The activity range of this evil thing was limited to his left arm. Once it exceeded that, it would be imprisoned by the Qi Luck Altar. It was like that last time as well.

After waiting for a moment, seeing that Chen Yuan's face was a little pale, but he didn't seem to be in any serious trouble, the skinny man's eyes were full of surprise. He stared at Chen Yuan closely and threatened:

"Tell me how you control it, and you can live today.

Otherwise... even a god can't save you. This Envoy will extract your three souls and refine them into paper dolls!"

Chen Yuan looked straight at the skinny man, thinking about a way out, but before he could reply.

In the dark night sky, a petal emitting a faint light fell in front of his eyes. Chen Yuan and the skinny man were shocked and immediately looked up, their eyes full of horror.

In the void, petals fell all over the sky, as if it were snowing.

A clear and melodious flute sound filled their ears.

It seemed to be shrouded from all directions.