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In his own hands, he held four unique items.

The ‘Corpse-Wrap’, ‘Sacrificial Wand’, ‘Illusion Veil’, and ‘Blood Cup’.

The Corpse-Wrap and the Illusion Veil were bought with his own money.

The Blood Cup was a spoil of war from defeating the Blood Worship Sect.

The people of Lundham City might be able to infer that the ‘Blood Cup’ was in his possession.

But almost no one knew about the ‘Sacrificial Wand’.

This item was the unique object that ‘Yazde’ had used to try to possess him, its purpose was to commune with the Evil God.

Since arriving in Lundham City, he had kept it in his Space Ring without ever taking it out.

Being able to mention this unique item out of the blue.

Wu Heng was reminded of another identity ‘Yazde’ had previously mentioned.

The Sky Eye Cultivation Association.

An organization he could not find any information on.

Moreover, judging from the probing yesterday, the other party had probably seen through his identity.

They dared to come again today, with a very clear motive, and they were also well-prepared.

Given that both sides had laid their cards on the table.

Wu Heng no longer felt the need to put on a show, directly asking, “How do you plan on recovering these two items?”

The Sacrificial Wand and the Blood Cup.

It turned out that both of them belonged to them.

Thinking carefully, these two items indeed had some similarities.

The Sacrificial Wand could enable someone to take over and be reborn, and the Blood Cup could also affect life.

Both were related to one’s own life.

“As long as you return them to us, you will become a friend of ours, a friend we will remember forever”, the fat man was still smiling.

Oh, he wants to freeload!

Wu Heng looked at him and continued, “Special Items have always been expensive. Even among friends, they can’t be easily given away. Besides, this is only our second meeting, so we can’t be considered friends.”

The man squinted his eyes, “These two items belong to us.”

“If they’re in my possession, how could they be yours? If anyone came to me and claimed that something was theirs, should I give it back to them?” Wu Heng mocked with a smile.

Although he was safe, ‘Yazde’ had thoroughly prepared at the time.

In crueller terms, the Secret Cultivation Hall was just ‘Yazde’s’ accomplice.

Failing to murder, and then shamelessly asking for the murder weapon back.

If it was a matter of money, he would at least consider the price, after all, these two items had not served much purpose while in his possession.

But demanding them back outright was simply too bold.

The fat man, twirling the ring on his finger, thought hard, “We can buy them back.”

“What’s the price?”

“2000 Silver Coins for the Sacrificial Wand and 1500 Silver Coins for the Blood Cup, what do you think?”

“Too low!”

1500 Silver for the Corpse-Wrap, 2500 Silver for the Illusion Veil.

The Corpse-Wrap had a strong side effect causing bodily decay when living beings used it, so the price was lower.

The Illusion Veil was not of any particular extraordinary effect, so it cost 2500 Silver.

But both of these, each of them was related to life. Since the other party was so interested in these two items, he definitely couldn’t let them go at such a low price.

“So, Captain Wu Heng, what kind of price would you like?”

Wu Heng thought carefully and said, “50 Gold Coins for the Wand, and 30 Gold Coins for the Cup.”

The fat man’s smile disappeared instantly, replaced with an angry expression. After taking a deep breath, he said, “This is an outrageous price.”

“No, no, life is priceless, and I haven’t calculated the mental distress yet, especially since you were an accomplice in Yazde’s actions.”

The man looked Wu Heng up and down, ” I came here with good intentions, Captain Wu Heng, aren’t you afraid of getting yourself into trouble with this attitude?”

Wu Heng also laughed.

“A Cultivation group threatening a captain of the Association, you sure have the guts.”

The man took a deep breath, his eyes glancing at the two figures next to him wearing round helmets.

He resumed his smile.

“I can’t make the decision for this, I need to go back and discuss it. Maybe we will see Captain Wu Heng again.”

“Alright, there isn’t always someone here, you can notify me at the Association.”

“Alright! Well, let’s not bother the captain any longer.” The man stood up and walked out.

As he left the room, the man’s face instantly darkened.

Without saying a word, he led his escorts out, got into the carriage.

Wu Heng stood by the door, waving goodbye to them.

At the same time, he released a ghost to tail the carriage from a distance.

…

After they had left, Wu Heng closed the door.

He sat down on the sofa and started recalling his entire journey from Black Stone Town.

Which meant that Yazde did not simply choose a city with low restrictions on Necromancers.

But had made some sort of agreement with the Cultivation Hall in advance.

And had decided to come here.

As soon as he had arrived, he had been instantly noticed by them.

Perhaps they had tried to contact him in many ways during this period, but he had not noticed.

Until last night, when they came straight over to test him and affirmed the fact that he had not been possessed by ‘Yazde’.

“Annoying fellows.”

He had come up with an outrageous price.

Yet, they still wanted to go back and discuss it.

That proved that these two unique items were very important to them, and they might need to use them soon, or that losing them would cause them great loss.

Although he was not entirely confident that they would dare to do anything to him.

He had to be cautious.

To avoid any tricks they might pull behind his back.

After sitting downstairs for a while, Wu Heng went up to the third-floor study directly, took out pen and paper, and wrote a letter to ‘Slyther’ at Black Stone Town, asking about the ‘Sky Eye Cultivation Association’.

Slyther was a Secret Speaker of the Association and was also a steward, holding a relatively high position.

He should know some information.

Since their mutual understanding last time, he could be trusted even more.

After writing the letter, he put it in an envelope and sealed it with wax.

After sitting for a while, the ghost who was set to tail them, ‘Glenda’, flew back directly.

“The carriage went to a building in the north. I didn’t follow in as it might have been dangerous.” Glenda floated in the air and said.

“Hmmm, just remember which building it was.” Wu Heng stood up, picking up the sealed letter from the table, “Let’s go, take a trip and send the letter.”

Wu Heng left home for another visit to the Association.

He delivered the letter he had just finished writing to the receptionist.

He could only hope that Slyther would quickly reply to his message.

This world didn’t have telephones, modern conveniences were lacking.

…

Upon his return

Mini and Andre Willow, the two maids, had returned home.

Together they cooked in the kitchen, chatting and laughing.

After these few days, their initial apprehension from being bought had eased.

After all, Wu Heng did not strictly control them, and gave them a fair amount of freedom.

Dinner was served.

The three of them ate together.

Wu Heng said, “Mini, Wei’er, in the coming days, when you go out, you should always have a guard with you, close the shop early, and try to return home before dark.”

The two women looked up with puzzled expressions.

“After all, I am the captain of the Association, and I have arrested quite a few wanted criminals, potentially making some enemies. Always be careful not to get implicated.”

“Oh, understood, master.” Mini replied.

Wei’er nodded as well.

The chances of the Secret Cultivation Hall taking direct action seemed slim.

If they were really that extreme, they wouldn’t have tried to retrieve their possessions from him a second time.

But this matter served as a reminder.

One incident usually implicates other issues.

The wanted criminals he killed, or the factions he offended, could potentially involve other people.

Care must always be exercised.

Especially Mini, who wasn’t even a professional.

Wei’er was a level 7 Ranger, she could run away if she encountered danger.

With Mini’s tall and long legs, she probably couldn’t even outrun a professional.

Soon, the three of them finished dinner.

After Mini cleaned up the dishes,

Wu Heng pulled out a scroll and said, “Mini, here is a boxer’s profession scroll. Train hard and build up your physique. It will be safer when you go out.”

“Wow, thank you, master. You’re so nice.” Mini happily accepted, her eyes filled with gratitude.

“Hmm”

Mini used the profession change scroll.

The light flashes, her temperament, seemed to have changed somehow.

Wu Heng said, “Bawudong, you teach her.”

Bawudong approached Mini, demonstrating by her side, while Mini learned from him.

Although Mini was young, she had a tall figure. Bawudong’s movements were full of power, every punch and kick he gave brought a wave of air that burst out.

On Mini’s end, although her shouting and punches looked more like fancy footwork,

they carried a sort of charm that was quite heart-stirring.

After watching Mini’s practice for a while,

As it got late, they each retired to their own rooms for rest.

…

The next day,

Wu Heng added six additional large orc skeletons to his residence.

For the purpose of enhancing security.

Then, he directly went to the Zombie World.

On the side of the road, the car team from the car repair shop was already waiting there early.

There were five trucks, one bus, and three vans in total.

Small cars were also modified with steel bars and iron plates welded onto them, interspersed in the middle of the trucks.

Wu Heng boarded the central bus, commanded the skeletons to board the trucks, and the convoy set off toward the prison.

The journey was clear and unobstructed.

In the afternoon,

The convoy appeared on the outskirts of the prison.

On the city wall, stationary skeletons stood holding rifles, they were as still as sculptures and they gave off a formidable feeling.

“Open the gates!” Wu Heng commanded the Big Head skeleton behind him.

There was no need to notify the inside.

When he got close to the wall, the Big Head skeleton could directly transmit commands remotely.

The skeletons inside the prison quickly opened the gate.

The convoy drove in.

At the same time, the survivors in the prison ran out from a workshop on the side.

They began to help unload the goods from the trucks.

They moved efficiently.

Wu Heng went straight to the area where the skeletons were.

The entire prison had been divided into two areas.

Wu Heng himself, along with the skeletons, occupied a separate building in the administrative office area.

The remaining area, including the dormitory building and the renovated workshop, was for the other survivors.

After all, they were not prisoners, and he wasn’t around much, so he needed to provide others with living conditions.

Wu Heng looked around near the office building.

He picked an area that felt about right.

He took out the building components reserved for the ‘Burial Ground’.

It comprised three enormous steles, each a full three meters high and half a meter wide, engraved with dense symbols and patterns.

Next, there were four divided oval stone disks, also covered in patterns.

They emitted an overwhelming ancient aura.

These stones cost several gold coins.

He looked at the skeletons around him.

He pointed at a nearby spot and commanded,

“Come, smash the cement on this spot until you see the soil beneath.”