All My Skills Are Picked Up

In a remote town, there was a hubbub of voices.    

A female deacon walked into the town, her left hand holding three dice, her eyes carefully looking around.    

Walking slowly on the street, the female deacon asked the tea stall owner if there was a Martial Tower in this town. The result was actually there!    

The female deacon nodded and walked towards the Martial Tower.    

When they reached the center of the town, they saw the small Martial Tower. Just by looking at the buildings, they could tell that it was shabby and poor.    

However, these were not important. As long as the Martial Tower was here, it was a safe place for the deacon.    

The female deacon had come all the way here with great effort, and she had encountered countless dangers along the way. Now, she could finally heave a sigh of relief.    

Putting away the dice in her hand, the female deacon walked into the Martial Tower.    

As soon as she entered, she saw two or three ghostly figures inside. A few deacons wearing Level 4 deacons robes were chatting and drinking in the hall.    

A young deacon saw the female deacon enter and immediately greeted her with a smile. He bowed and said, "Greetings, Senior Deacon. You are?"    

"Level 5 deacon, Zhao Yixian! So it was a second-grade ___, but now it was not. You don't need to call me a high-level deacon. "    

Zhao Yixian said calmly.    

When the young deacon heard that it was the Level 2 deacon, he immediately became even more enthusiastic. For a moment, he was somewhat excited as he said, "I dare not. Level 2... Lord Deacon? Are you hungry? Shall I go and get you something to eat?"    

Zhao Yixian waved her hand and said," No need. I am here to track down a Devil Cultivator. According to my judgment, this Devil Cultivator should be heading towards the direction of this town. Now, it might have already entered the town. This Devil Cultivator is cunning by nature and is filled with evil and evil. Last time, he caused me to be demoted by three grades. This time, I will definitely not let him off. If you want to help me, please help me get the map of the town. Also, tell me the details of the town, and check if there are any outsiders."    

The young deacon said: "Okay, I will go find the City Lord later and ask for his help. Don't worry, if there is a Devil Cultivator entering the town, we will definitely be able to find out. Our town doesn't have any outsiders. "    

" That's for the best. I need a room to rest. Just deduct my points."    

" Alright! "    

The young deacon quickly brought Zhao Yixian to the second floor of Martial Tower.    

There were only three floors in total in Martial Tower. The first floor was the lobby, the second floor was the lounge, and the third floor was the Mission Office.    

After entering the lounge, it was clean inside. Although there were no valuable arrangements, Zhao Yixian was not a particularly particular person. Having a bed to sleep on was enough.    

"Alright, go! I need to rest for a while."    

"Yes, my lord. Rest early! "    

The young deacon closed the door.    

Zhao Yixian took off her weapon and sat cross-legged on the bed. As such... Cultivation instead of rest. However, Zhao Yixian suddenly felt a slight pain under her butt. After carefully digging under the mattress, he took out a communication spar.    

Zhao Yixian immediately frowned. Which deacon was so forgetful to actually leave his communication spar here?    

Zhao Yixian did not think too much and conveniently stuffed it back. She closed her eyes to rest and continued to rest.    

Not long after, there was a knock on the door.    

"Sir, the map and news you wanted have been found. It was an outsider who entered the city."    

Hearing the young deacon's words, Zhao Yixian hurriedly got up and opened the door to ask, "Where is it?"    

The young deacon handed the map and the piece of paper in his hand to Zhao Yixian and said, "It is in an old medicine store not far from Martial Tower. There is a new wounded person coming out of Martial Tower and walking to the left!"    

Zhao Yixian immediately picked up her weapon and opened the door of the room. "Take me there immediately!"    

The deacon looked confused and said, "Sir, I am just a Level 5 deacon. Wouldn't it be too hasty for you to take me to deal with the Devil Cultivator?"    

"Don't talk so much nonsense. Letting you lead the way is not asking you to die. Hurry up and leave! "    

Pulling and pulling, Zhao Yixian pulled the deacon out of Martial Tower. Under the guidance of the deacon, she quickly arrived in front of the medicine store.    

The medicine store's wooden door was half-covered and half-covered. Inside was a stretch of darkness.    

Zhao Yixian loosened her grip on the deacon's clothes and said, "Go and disperse the people on the surrounding streets. Don't get involved!"    

"Yes!"    

The deacon nodded and quickly left.    

Zhao Yixian took a deep breath and walked into the medicine store. The wooden door behind her slowly closed. This medicine store was actually so dark during the day. It was really strange.    

There was no shopkeeper or waiter inside. There were only corpses all over the floor. Looking at the blood still flowing on the ground, it was clear that he had died not long ago.    

Zhao Yixian's pupils shrank and continued to carefully walk inside. Not long after, she saw the Devil Cultivator that she was looking for. The old man with a head full of white hair was lying on the ground and his body was covered in blood.    

"Dead? How is this possible?"    

Zhao Yixian did not dare to believe it. The Devil Cultivator that she had been chasing for so many years had died in front of her eyes just like that?    

She went forward and poked it twice to confirm that it was really dead. Zhao Yixian then frowned and said, "Who did it? Is there an expert in this town?"    

Just as she was thinking, Zhao Yixian suddenly heard movement. It seemed that there was someone standing up behind her. Turning her head, she saw that it was the shopkeeper and waiter who should have died. Slowly and strangely, they got up.    

Zhao Yixian asked in shock, "A ghost cultivator?"    

Controlling a corpse was an obvious means of a spectral cultivator. But before she could figure out what was going on, she suddenly felt that her foot had been grabbed. When she focused her eyes again, she was surprised to see that the Devil Cultivator, which had lost its vitality, had actually grabbed her ankle!    

"Ah!!"    

A sharp and miserable cry suddenly sounded from within the medicinal store. It only disappeared after a long time.    

No one knew what had happened within the medicine store, but everything returned to calm.    

The wind swept through the sky, and the yellow sand remained!    

...    

The next day.    

Lo Tian and Fatty Zhang left the city.    

Senior Sister Qiuling did not follow them all the way. After all, it was the internal deacon. Even if they were to be transferred to the northwest, they would still follow the process of the internal deacon. There was a person specially assigned to receive them. The time limit was set, and they would arrive at the designated Martial Tower.    

As for Lo Tian and Fatty Zhang, as field service deacon, they did not have that many rules.    

The two of them could be appointed at any time. Anyway, as long as they did not go too far on the road, no one would care.    

There was once a deacon who was said to be going to a certain province in the southeast to handle some matters. In the end, he encountered the Devil Cultivator on the way, and as a result, he fought with it. Both of his hands died, and he died on the way.    

Because of the remote death and the fact that this deacon was a gambling addict, he even lost his clothes, crystal, and Crystal Card. Therefore, in a short period of time, even the Martial Tower did not know that he was dead.    

Just like that, two years later, the Martial Tower in a certain province in the southeast reported that this person had not come. They sent people to investigate again, and only then did they find the deacon's corpse that had turned into a white bone.    

In these two years, no one asked where the field service deacon went. Even his exclusive internal deacon was happy to be free. This was the freedom of the field service deacon.