My Scales Can Make Equivalent Exchange

His father was originally a cultivator, even a cultivator of the Wanyu Immortal Sect, although he couldn't even get into the Outer Sect and was eventually driven out.

But such a person, after decades of accumulation, wouldn't have a completely worthless property.

Apart from the study room, there was a kitchen, two not small bedrooms, a living room, a side room, and a fairly large courtyard, where an old peach tree was planted.

When you add up all of this, it was more than one hundred to two hundred square meters. In his previous life, it would be considered a standard luxury villa with a courtyard.

'Ha, I've been working for more than twenty years in my last life, and I didn't get anything significant. Now I've crossed over, and not only do I own a property, but I also have a stable source of income. What is this?'

'Did I become rich after crossing over?'

As the thought flashed, he shook his head mockingly, started to walk towards the door, and from his pocket, he took out a fire starter.

Before he entered the secret room, he had lit an oil lamp in his study, but the oil lamp had now burned out, suggesting that the original occupant had spent quite a bit of time in the secret room, as you could tell from the dried blood there.

"Whew…"

Holding the fire starter, he walked over the table, gently blew on it, prepared to light the movable lantern-like thing at the door of the study room.

"Thud…"

Suddenly, a subtle sound came from the courtyard, as if someone had jumped in from outside.

"Hmm?"

Wang Zijia, whose Martial Cultivation had already advanced leaps and bounds, immediately halted. He stopped what he was doing, snuffed out the fire starter, and put it in his pocket. He then quietly approached the window and, using the moonlight, looked out into the courtyard.

The dim moonlight scattered in the courtyard, preventing it from being completely dark. But he could only see very vague shadows.

He saw in the open courtyard, the old peach tree cast a large shadow under the moonlight, making the courtyard seem somewhat deep. And at the edge of the courtyard, a vague shadow was standing against the wall, vigilantly looking around.

Seeing the shadow, a chill ran down Wang Zijia's spine.

It looked like the shadow had been waiting for a while. It looked around the dark courtyard, saw no lights, heard no voices, and then walked directly towards the bedroom where the original owner lived. Its intentions seemed very clear.

Did this person seem familiar with the courtyard?

At least he wasn't unfamiliar.

Wang Zijia instantly became tense. Not only did the man wear black clothing, but he also held a knife.

His father had died suddenly, the original body had been poisoned, and now a man in black clothes was sneaking into the house at night... Considering the information in his memory, all these things added up. The visitor clearly meant harm.

He might even be the real culprit, coming to get rid of evidence.

There wasn't much time to think about it. Wang Zijia quickly retreated into his mind.

The balance scale in his mind began to tremble slightly as the silver weights of experience materialized. He quickly waved his hand, tossing all the weights that belonged to his previous life, such as [One Hundred and Eight Styles]and [Eye Exercise], into the scale.

Then he grabbed the [Dragon Short Knife Thirteen Slash]weight that belonged to the original owner, which was the only thing that could quickly enhance his combat power, in his hand.

"Exchange it all!"

As Wang Zijia's thoughts became focused, a host of weights related to the skills of his previous life all began to tremble. They turned into light spots one after another. A massive weight was then born from the right balance scale.

Weight: Dragon Short Knife Nineteen Slash

Level: Advanced Technique

Status: Evolution

Value: 87

Introduction: Advanced level martial arts for daggers. Due to special circumstances, this martial art has evolved and it is very rare, and is not far from becoming a spell.

As the new weight merged with the weight he held in his hand, countless insights began to emerge in Wang Zijia's mind. It was as if he had transformed into an assassin, repeatedly practicing a set of dagger techniques.

He kept practicing day after day, refining the martial art from thirteen slashes to nineteen slashes, which was almost a spell method.

He had no time to properly comprehend it, because the person in black in the courtyard had not only opened the window of the original occupant's bedroom but had already jumped in, checked there was no one, and was now outside the study room.

The person didn't stop at the door but went straight to the window.

Wang Zijia, who had now recovered his senses, decisively held his breath and pressed himself against the wall next to the window.

Just then, a shining silver long knife was inserted through the gap of the window. The blade was snow-white, flashing with cold light, and exceptionally sharp. With a slight upward movement, the knife was as if cutting tofu and cut off the wooden window's ventilation strip.

The window was silently opened, and the person outside took a cautious glance in, saw no one, and then lightly jumped in.

'Now's the time!'

Wang Zijia, who had been holding his breath and ready to strike, instinctively used the strongest sneak attack technique from the advanced skill, holding the daggers in both hands.

'Dragon Sixteen Slash: Dragon Backstab!'

His body transformed into a shadow, accompanied by a cold light, rushing towards the target who had just jumped into the room.

"Hmm?"

The man in black, who had just entered the room, felt his hair stand on end because of the threat of death. He didn't have time to turn around but, due to his rich experience, flipped the knife in his hands and aimed the tip of the knife behind him through his armpit.

He attempted to use this suicidal method to force Wang Zijia to change his course and give him a chance to catch his breath.

If it were the original owner, he would definitely only have had to bide his time.

But at this moment, Wang Zijia's cultivation had not only reached the early stage of the acquired level, advancing to a top-notch expert, but he also piled up martial arts at the level of lost arts to the point of almost becoming spells. How could he be idle?

He just saw his figure slightly swayed, just slightly adjusted the direction of the thrust, the action of rushing forward did not delay for this reason.

"Puchi!"

The dagger instantly plunged into the waist of the opponent and inserted from the spine.

"Wait······"

The person who was stabbed wanted to say something.

Unfortunately, there was no chance. After stabbing into the opponent's waist and spine, Wang Zijia did not stop. He quickly, backhand stabbed the dagger of the other hand from the other's back neck spine, diagonally upwards, and popped out of the throat.

"Uh uh······"

The person who wanted to say something became rigid. The spine, vocal cords, and carotid arteries were all severed. He instantly slumped to the ground like mud, making some indistinct mumbling in his mouth, accompanied by gushing blood.

Wang Zijia, who completed all of this, did not sigh of relief, quickly pulled out the dagger. Without waiting for the opponent to die completely, he quietly jumped out of the room.

Although the opponent was a martial artist, his spine was broken, and the carotid artery was broken. Even if he did not die instantly, he could not do anything.

After Wang Zijia jumped out of the room, he quickly scanned the courtyard and found no other movements. He hesitated for a moment and then quietly climbed out from the back door wall, looked around carefully, and then quickly turned around along the shadow of the courtyard wall.

He was cultivating assassin-type martial arts and was transcendent and sanctified, almost a spell. In addition, it was midnight at this moment. Under the advantage of time and place, he was like a ghost, quietly scanning the surroundings without a trace.

No other enemies were found!

It seemed that the other party came alone.

Upon confirming there was no immediate danger, Wang Zijia climbed back into the courtyard and came to the study.

The faint smell of blood was permeating. With this moment's delay, the person in the room had completely lost his breath, and the blood from the neck was slowly flowing out.

What made Wang Zijia frown was that the figure seemed to be similar to his own, and it was also a little fat. As for the cultivation of martial arts, that was unknown.

When he ambushed earlier, he did not show any ling Guang spell, and it is even less likely that he is a cultivating monk.

"Hu······"

He took out the fire starter again, took a few breaths, and looked at the other party in the weak red light.

"Uh!"

When he held the fire starter to the opponent's face and saw the opponent's face clearly in the weak red light, Wang Zijia's heart skipped a beat.

No other reason—this guy's look was exactly the same as the original owner in his memory.

Fifteen or sixteen years old, juvenile round face, coupled with that chubby body······is exactly like the original body in memory.

Wang Zijia, who was in doubt, found a bronze mirror in the study, lit the lantern and came to him again, compared each other, and really looked exactly the same, as if looking in the mirror.

"Damn, could it be that I mistakenly killed the original owner's twin?"

"No, in the memory of the original owner, it seemed that there were no twin brothers, and the original owner's cheap father didn't have any other sons."

Looking at the corpse in front of him, Wang Zijia frowned, searching through the memory of his predecessor.

This bizarre situation, for a while, made him forget about the initial fear of killing for the first time.

"Hm?"

After a while, Wang Zijia found that the skin under the little fatty's chin seemed to bleed, as if it was bleeding under the skin, for an unknown reason.

"Hm? What is······"

Upon closer inspection, Wang Zijia found that it was not bleeding under the skin, but there was something on the other's face. The blood seeped into it through the wound, causing this situation.

With a slight movement of his expression, he carefully reached out and touched.

"Rustle!"

After a while, he touched something, and with slight force, he actually tore a transparent mask as thin as plastic wrap from the little fatty's face.

The mask was extremely thin, highly elastic, and felt like a latex mask, extremely elastic.

On the ground, the little fatty who lost the face looked a bit different. The overall look didn't change, it was still a bit like him, but it's no longer the same, at most it was only seventy percent similar.

Looks more like brothers!

"Could this be the legendary human skin mask?"

Looking at the other party and the transparent facial mask in his hand, Wang Zijia's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and his heart was surging.

"Gurgle······"

The stomach called again, even hungrier, and the continuously operating cultivation method slowed down a bit.

Temporarily suppressing the hunger, Wang Zijia began to search the little fatty. Apart from wearing a tight black dress, there was also a small package around his waist.