Although these are just two green entries, Anle has personally practiced them, and their improvement in combat is huge.

The former allows Anle to have more abundant physical strength and greatly enhances patience.

At critical moments, amazing power can explode.

The latter is very helpful for assassinations.

Hold your breath for a long time to hide your existence.

Both entries are of the type that look ordinary but are actually extremely useful.

It can increase Anle's chances of winning in his next actions.

That's right, even in today's deduction, Anle still failed to kill Tang Lan and the others.

He tried several methods that came to his mind, including poisoning, assassination, and defeating them one by one...but there was always a slight difference.

The gap between hard power and magical weapons is really difficult to make up.

The most troublesome one is Wan Yinhua. Her status seems to be extremely noble. She has reached the ninth level of Qi training and is only one step away from foundation building. She has endless magic weapons and trump cards.

The time for practicing peace and happiness is too short, and the number of times available for deduction is too few.

If you can’t do it, why don’t you do it?

"You can't win at all, I don't understand."

Anle muttered to himself, closed his eyes, and reviewed the memory of the deduction for the last time, looking at the details that needed attention, making sure that nothing was missed.

Until the state of mind is like still water.

The restless spiritual energy around the young man calmed down, and his temperament became dark and restrained.

Like a sharp blade sheathed, waiting for the moment when the sharp edge comes out.

After doing all this, Anle took a deep breath, opened the tunnel exit, and turned over.

******

Outside the village.

The forest at night looks eerie and strange.

From among the trees, a tall monster with white hair all over its body walked out.

The white hair on its body is much sparser than what Anle has seen before.

The body shape is also smaller and the breath is weaker.

If there were any villagers here, they would probably be recognized at a glance.

The human face on its chest belongs to Chen Zhuangshi.

The purpose of white-haired man-bears keeping villagers in captivity has never been to eat them, but... to create more of the same kind!

Of course, not everyone can successfully transform into a monster.

Chen Zhuangshi is the relatively "lucky" one among them.

He even regained some of his rationality and memory.

He remembered that he was sent out of the village by the old witch doctor after he went crazy and spent a period of time like a beast.

Then, it seemed that a white-haired monster took him to their lair.

There were piles of corpses there, and there were piles of bones at your feet.

In the center of the lair, an ancient altar stands on a mountain of bones.

It was on that altar that Chen Zhuangshi was reborn.

Now, he is no longer the weak human being he was before, but has become a noble and powerful being.

But before he became a monster, an obsession had been deeply planted in his heart.

"Anping... Anle..."

"I want you to die..."

Chen Zhuangshi walked to a place not far from Chenjiacun and touched the formation set up by three people from the Ziyun Sect.

Soon, Wan Yinhua and Tang Lan arrived after being awakened. They spoke cautiously with a look of surprise on their faces.

"What do you want to do, Your Excellency?"

"Didn't we already agree to give the villagers to you during the day?"

The attitude of the two women was a bit humble, for fear of offending Chen Zhuangshi.

In stark contrast to his arrogance when facing the villagers.

Although they could see that this monster was not very strong, they had to guard against the group of monsters behind it.

Chen Zhuangshuang's face showed some confusion, and his chaotic brain vaguely remembered that the leader seemed to have told them not to invade the village.

The human face on the chest opened its mouth, made a hoarse and weird sound, and repeated.

"Easy...Death...Easy...Death..."

Upon hearing this name, Tang Lan's expression changed slightly, turned his head and asked in a low voice.

"Could it be said that Anle is its enemy and it is here to seek revenge?"

"But isn't Anle already dead?"

Wan Yinhua frowned, thought for a moment and said.

"In that case, let's give it to two people who are familiar with Anle today."

"The widow and the old hunter surnamed Lin just solve a hidden danger."

Her tone was understated, as if the fate of the two of them had been decided.

"As commanded."

Tang Lan nodded in response.

When they were alone, Tang Lan's attitude became more humble.

She turned around and exchanged a few words with Chen Zhuangshi's monster (meow).

Chen Zhuangshi probably understood what she meant, so he waited quietly outside the village, like a statue.

His bloodshot eyes stared silently at the dim village.

On the way to the small courtyard.

Tang Lan looked a little gloomy: "When will support from the sect arrive?"

Even if they temporarily reach a deal with the monster, their lives are not in danger.

But no one would like to live in such a dangerous place.

"It should be soon."

Wan Yinhua was very confident, with a sinister look on his face: "In a few days, I will make these monsters pay the price!"

Tang Lan felt relieved a lot when she thought of her junior sister's identity, and she mentioned it casually.

“What should we do if the untouchables in the village resist?”

Wan Yinhua showed a sneer.

"Wouldn't that be better? All the participants would be arrested and sent out of the village."

"If anyone still refuses to accept it, just beat him to death in public."

******

Not long after.

The two women returned to the courtyard where they usually lived, and had not yet opened the door and entered.

Tang Lan raised her eyebrows lightly: "It seems... something is wrong."

"What's wrong?"

Wan Yinhua calmed down and felt it carefully, but didn't notice anything unusual. He said with a smile.

"Sister, I think you are too nervous."

"How could anyone dare to attack us in this village?"

Tang Lan thought about it again and felt that this was the truth.

"Maybe I'm too nervous."

With that said, he opened the door and walked inside.

Just took a step into the courtyard!

A tassel-like purple light broke into their eyes roughly.

What it carries is the spiritual power that is unique to Ziyun Kung.
To be continued...