The world is like a prison, my body is holy

Chapter 16: Yin De
When Wang Wen returned to the Qinghe Gang headquarters at Guangji Bridge, the sky was already slightly bright.

But as soon as he climbed over the wall, he saw a fire still on in the lobby.

He walked over curiously and saw Huang Xingde sitting in the hall with a book in his hand, reading intently by candlelight.

Wang Wen: "Lao Deng, how old are you? And you're still trying to learn from others all night long!"

Huang Xingde's face lit up when he heard his voice, but the joy faded as he turned away. He said with a fierce face, "What nonsense are you talking about? Do you think I sleep until noon like you do? Have you ever heard of waking up at the sound of the cock-crow?"

Wang Wen glanced at his red and swollen eyes, waved his hand submissively and said, "Okay, you continue to get up early, I can't stand it anymore, I'm going to sleep..."

He yawned and turned away.

Huang Xingde quickly stood up and said, "Tell me how you are doing in the Imperial Astronomical Bureau."

Wang Wen didn't stop, only the voice of someone asking for a beating could be heard from afar, "From now on, if you like, you can call me sir!"

Huang Xingde was relieved and scolded with a smile: "You bastard with no respect for your elders!"

He turned around, picked up the book on the desk, pounded his aching waist, and walked slowly out of the hall... He was old and just couldn't stay up late!

……

Wang Wen lay comfortably in his bed, feeling inexplicably at ease.

He had just washed his face and was no longer sleepy, so he simply went over in his mind what he had seen and heard yesterday, especially his experience in Nashan Village, which he focused on recalling.

Not only his own performance, but also the performance of Cheng Xian and Li Heng, as well as their approximate strength and the equipment they carried.

Finally, we come to the conclusion: the so-called demons and monsters are not as invincible as described in myths. As long as we can keep our composure, we can surround and kill them as if they were warriors with high martial arts skills!

At least that's the case at this stage.

As for what will happen in the future, I'm afraid even Cheng Xian and Li Heng don't know!
But in the final analysis, if you want to avoid failure, you have to develop some skills!

Thinking of this, he thought of those accomplices again, and suddenly turned over with heartache: "If only someone could help me at that time..."

If he gets merit points, wouldn't his iron vest be complete?

If I master that martial art, won’t I be able to walk around with ease when I go out in the future?
He reluctantly called out the Yin Cha Ling and glanced at it casually, but his careless eyes were suddenly attracted by a line of numbers on the Yin Cha Ling.

He was stunned for two seconds, and suddenly sat up with a "whoosh".

【Yin Cha Ling】

[Achievements: 3]

[Yin De: 8]

Yin God: (empty)

[Hundred Schools: Black Tiger Fist (Fourth Level), Six Harmonies Spear (Mastery)]

"Yin De? Where does it come from?"

He was so surprised that he lost his voice. Several thoughts flashed through his mind in an instant: "Killing ghosts will give me merit, killing monsters will give me Yin De? Or should I do good deeds and save people from dire straits to gain Yin De?"

It all seems to make sense.

It seems that none of them can make sense...

He scratched his head hard, trying to analyze the source of Yin De based on some rumors and information about the underworld he had read and heard.

After a long while, he muttered uncertainly, "The underworld shouldn't be involved in matters of the living, right? If it were, what would the law even be for? If a wicked person does evil, wouldn't they just send underworld messengers to take his soul away?"

"But it's hard to say. Doesn't the old saying go, 'Accumulate virtue and do good, accumulate virtue and do good?'" There's also the saying that good people are reborn into wealthy families in their next lives, while bad people suffer in the eighteen levels of hell after death..." "If these rumors are true, then the actions of the living in this world will indeed be recorded in the underworld, and will directly determine their treatment after death and in their next life."

"But that doesn't make sense. If the underworld really knew what I did, wouldn't they immediately lure me, a ruthless thief who robbed the underworld messenger, into the underworld and send me to the eighteen levels of hell?"

"Or is it that my actions are only recorded by the Yinchaling?"

"This thing...will it betray me in the future? Will it report my actions back to the underworld?"

He pinched his chin and stared suspiciously at the Yinchailing in front of him.

After thinking along this line of thought for a moment, he suddenly shuddered and shook his head repeatedly, saying, "Huh... Never mind, let's think positively. Maybe this thing is just an artificial idiot?"

He lay back on the bed, staring at the classification on the Yincha Order, scanning it up and down, wishing he could take it in his hands and study it carefully: "Idiot, you can tell me how to use this Yin De? You can't use it only after I die, right?"

As he thought about it, his eyelids became heavier and heavier.

After a while, a thunderous snoring sounded in the room...

……

As soon as the sun climbed above the roof, Wang Wen got up, took a thorough bath, combed his hair like an adult, and excitedly returned to the Astronomical Observatory to take up his post.

From the seventh rank!

In some small counties with small populations, he is qualified to be a county magistrate!
Although Wang Wen has lived two lives...

But he has never been an official in his two lives!
Then, as soon as he stepped into the training ground of the Astronomical Observatory, he realized that he was... too happy too early!
It’s not that Zhao Zhiling changed his mind in the middle of the night and withdrew his appointment.

The appointment was real, and he even received the official uniform of a seventh-rank military officer.

But the problem is... there are no soldiers!

There were only about thirty new recruits who returned to the Imperial Observatory last night. Even if the fifty or so veterans who accompanied Zhao Zhiling on his new post were included, there were only about eighty people in total.

Cheng Xian and Li Heng, the two less skilled in the five sense organs, each had two Lingtai Langs under them.

The full quota of military officers in the Yangzhou Dusi Tianjian Yamen is five sixth-rank Shaowuguan, ten seventh-rank Lingtailang, and twenty eighth-rank Shaojianhou, totaling more than 500 Sitian guards.

In other words, even if we don't count the three centurions Shaochunguan, Shaoqiuguan, and Shaozhongguan, as well as the officers and soldiers under their command, there are still more than a hundred vacancies under the command of Cheng Xian and Li Heng alone!

With such a huge shortage of soldiers and generals, could they let Wang Wen, a greenhorn, take advantage of the ready-made ones and directly equip him with fifty Si Tian Wei?

Anyway, the men Wang Wen brought back from the training ground only had Xu Ergou, Zhang Qing and a few other good guys, and together with himself, there were less than ten people!
If that were all, he would at best be overjoyed.

What's even more annoying is that not only did Cheng Xian and his men not provide Wang Wen with soldiers, they also required him, the Lingtai Lang, to recruit soldiers and form combat effectiveness within a month.

This abacus is almost falling on his face.

'Old fox!'

Wang Wen stared at Xu Ergou, Zhang Qing and others who were still celebrating his promotion and wealth, feeling that his own skills were too shallow: "No wonder they kept chasing me to ask about the Cao Gang yesterday!"

Perhaps this is... a gift from fate, with a price already secretly marked on it.

But it's true, Zhao Zhiling's move yesterday had offended almost all the officials, gentry and powerful people in Yangzhou. If they relied on themselves, they would never be able to recruit a clean-minded young man from a good family in Yangzhou.

If Wang Wen showed up at that time, wouldn't he be a sucker waiting for him?

He could almost imagine what Zhao Zhiling was thinking when he saw him: "Translate, what is a surprise!"

(End of this chapter)