Seeing Wang Zhilong's hand slowly lifting up with the gun, Hu Qiankuan couldn't help but change his face: "No, don't kill me, I have money, I have a lot of money, and antiques and gold bars are mostly stored in the bank. I can take you to get it, me..."

Bang bang bang bang... Three gunshots in succession, and three blood holes appeared in his chest. Hu Qiankuan couldn't help but look down at his chest in disbelief. Then he knelt down powerlessly and threw himself to the ground. Blood continued to overflow from the corners of his mouth like a twitching body.

"At this time, I'm still thinking about using money to save my life. It's so stupid! Do you really think I care so much about money? If there is too much money, it's meaningless," Wang Zhilong couldn't help but shake his head and said, looking at Hu Qiankuan's body in front of him.

As he said that, Wang Zhilong, who had taken Hu Qiankuan's body into Zhutian Warehouse, called Xiao Wu and walked out.

However, just as he walked out of the hall, a dazzling light suddenly lit up in front of him. Wang Zhilong, who had not yet reacted, found that time and space were changing and he came to a dim warehouse.

"Come back? No, I haven't filled the warehouse yet!" Wang Zhilong was shocked and felt reluctant. In the world of the TV series "A Generation of Heroes", he has a wife and children, and he still has a lot of things to do, but he is not ready to come back yet! This sudden return was really too unexpected.

The entire warehouse was almost full of things, and only within a few meters of the radius of where Wang Zhilong was standing was empty. At the same time Wang Zhilong came back, the dark and illusory figure of the warehouse also suddenly appeared: "I forgot to tell the administrator that the central location of the warehouse needs to be empty and cannot be filled. The so-called filling of the warehouse means filling other locations. And administrator, you happened to fill the warehouse with just enough, so the warehouse was returned."

"Then can I still return to the previous world? If I go back, will the previous world change?" Wang Zhilong couldn't help but ask quickly.

"In theory, you can go back. But now, the administrator does not have the privilege to go back yet," said the Warehouse Spirit: "This time, the administrator's harvest is pretty good. Not only did he get a lot of wealth, but he also had the corpses of two people with great luck. Therefore, the reward is doubled, not only can he get ten small yellow croakers, but he also gave him an initial luck."

As soon as the words of the Spirit of the Warehouse finished, a large amount of things in the warehouse disappeared, and then ten gold bars stacked together and a ball of light yellow aura appeared. Immediately afterwards, the ball of light yellow aura disappeared into Wang Zhilong's body.

The next moment, his consciousness was confused. Wang Zhilong, who was shocked to his senses, subconsciously sat up and felt a pain in his body. Little yellow croakers fell from the sky. Wang Zhilong, who was stunned for a moment, reached out to pick up one and looked at it, put it in his mouth and bit it. After confirming that it was gold, he couldn't help but grin. The spirit of the warehouse gave him the wealth that could be used in reality! In the world of TV dramas, no matter how much wealth he had, he would be like a dream after returning, and finally a waste of time.

"A small yellow croaker should be more than 30 grams. According to the current gold price, it will be worth 70,000 to 80,000? Ten are 70,000 to 80,000. If the collection value is included, it is not a problem to sell it for about 100,000 yuan! It is enough to buy a car," Wang Zhilong, who looked at the ten small yellow croakers in front of him and calculated it carefully, couldn't help but look shining: "I made so much money in one night, and I had a dream."

After being excited, Wang Zhilong felt an inexplicable fatigue that emerged from his bones: "Spirit of the Warehouse, what's going on? Why am I so tired?"

"Administrators can regard traveling through a world as a dream. If dreams are too long and too long, they will naturally feel tired. Therefore, I advise the administrator not to stay in a world for too long unless necessary, otherwise they will lose their vitality after returning. This time, the administrator will take at least a few days before they can travel through the heavens again," the Warehouse Spirit responded.

Wang Zhilong felt a little surprised when he heard this. He didn't expect that there would be such disadvantages when traveling through the heavens. Fortunately, he had taken blood essence before and his physical fitness became stronger. Otherwise, he might feel even more tired, right?

After a brief conversation with the Warehouse Spirit, Wang Zhilong, who was sleepy, fell asleep yawning...

When I woke up the next day, I was exhausted a lot. It was a new day. Wang Zhilong's life was on the right track. Although he still looked lazy, he was obviously more confident. He no longer had the decadence he had before. Even his daily chat with his blind date partner Tang Shanshan was much calmer and casual.

Late at night a few days later, Wang Zhilong once again started a new journey of traveling through the heavens through the heavens warehouse.

"Huh? Is this?" Wang Zhilong, who woke up in a daze, felt that the pictures around him were familiar. Isn't this the wilderness and dilapidated temple he had been through after traversing through the warehouse at the beginning? Why did he come back after walking around?

"Boy, are you awake?" The sudden old voice made Wang Zhilong turn his head and look over with a sensation. He saw an old Taoist sitting cross-legged by a bonfire not far away, playing chess alone in front of the chessboard. While speaking, he was still staring at the chessboard. He was obviously immersed in it. After careful consideration, he fell a piece.

After looking at the old Taoist Wang Zhilong, he saw that he was wearing a yellow coarse robe, with a yellow, thin and dry face, with sparse hair, more white and less black, holding a small Taoist bun, unlike Fan Liu, so he couldn't help but get up and bow to him and said, "Wansheng Longshi Xin saw the Taoist priest, I wonder if it was the Taoist priest who saved Wansheng's life?"

"What are you born early and late? Boy, you are not honest! You are obviously called Wang Zhilong, but why do you lie to me and say it's Long Shixin? Do you like to turn your name upside down and call it upside down, and you can disassemble the words?" The old Taoist, who said angrily, was still staring at the chessboard.

When Wang Zhilong heard this, he was embarrassed and surprised. He couldn't help but ask, "Master, how do you know that my name is Wang Zhilong? Could it be..."

"No need to guess! I thought that although you were vicious, your kindness was still good, and my roots were even better. Although the old Taoist vowed not to accept disciples, he was also a little moved! But now when you saw you, you boy, you are a cunning person, but I can't accept you, so as not to teach an unworthy person, which will make me, the ancestor of the Iron Sword Sect, shame again," the old Taoist waved his hand.

The old Taoist, Iron Sword Sect, an unfilial disciple, Wang Zhilong, who keenly captured the keywords from the old Taoist's words, couldn't help but ask with a look of movement: "Master Taoist, are you...you are Taoist Musang of Iron Sword Sect?"

"Oh, boy, I'm quite smart, I'm asking you to guess. That's right, I'm Musang," the old man finally turned his head and looked at Wang Zhilong and smiled.

Taoist Master Musang? So, this world should be the world of the Blood Sword? Wang Zhilong, who thought of this, couldn't help but feel excited and surprised and hurried forward and knelt down to the old Taoist Musang: "Please accept me as your disciple!"

"Hey, I said, I won't accept you as a disciple, it's useless for you to kneel down," Taoist Master Musang waved his hand and looked like he was uncontroversial.

But how could Wang Zhilong give up easily? Practicing martial arts is a dream for every boy baptized by martial arts TV series! What's more, this is the world of martial arts. Without good martial arts skills, how can you survive? Even if Wang Zhilong can collect other people's hidden weapons and swords, his Tiantian Warehouse is probably unable to help him resist other people's internal skills! If it doesn't work well, it's easy to lose his life.
Chapter completed!