Carry-On Hero Card Kill

Di Renjie, his skill lay in meticulous analysis.

Di Renjie, so formidable, for fuck's sake, can't we just be friends? You make me draw a Li Zhong, that's fine, but why does it have to be Di Renjie?

Di Renjie, devoid of any martial arts skills, was utterly useless! An angry Zheng Ming felt there was no point in keeping the Di Renjie card, so he directly focused his thoughts on it.

Used!

As the card bearing Di Renjie's portrait vanished amidst the golden light at Zheng Ming's heart, in that moment, Zheng Ming suddenly felt as if his eyes had gained something more. His gaze casually fell upon the table he used, and information instantly surfaced in his mind.

"This table, made of thirty-year-old pear wood, by the craftsmanship, the tabletop and legs weren't made by the same person; the one who made the legs was clearly inexperienced, probably an apprentice..."

"The headboard of this bed and the chair I'm sitting on seem to be made from the same tree. Before I used it, my brother was not at all careful with it."

"The reason this chair has been mended is likely because my brother damaged it, and so it had to be patched up to maintain stability..."

Zheng Ming's eyes scanned over every item in the room; any mark could lead to a conjecture forming in his mind.

Traces of life, even those he had forgotten, appeared anew in his thoughts as his eyes flitted over them.

But what the fuck is the use of this?

A thousand Prestige Points, just squandered like that, it truly left Zheng Ming feeling indignant. But currently in the Zheng Family, there were no cases that needed him, Zheng Ming, to solve!

Twenty minutes were about to pass in an instant.

After nearly wasting over ten minutes in his room, Zheng Ming's gaze landed on the Golden Silk Armor he had recently taken back.

This Golden Silk Armor had a history of at least a few hundred years; these were sword slash marks, these were the traces from an axe blow.

This thrust was extremely dangerous; had the evasion not been timely, the Golden Silk Armor's previous owner might have been stabbed to death...

This mark looks about fifty years old.

Hmm, something's not right here. Why is it thicker than other areas? The Golden Silk Armor is exquisitely made, such a flaw shouldn't exist.

Plus, the lining used here, although the same color and precisely woven, was added later on.

There must be something hidden inside!

Conjecture after conjecture formed in Zheng Ming's mind. After a moment of contemplation, he simply picked up a pair of scissors and carefully snipped open the lining of the Golden Silk Armor where he suspected something was hidden.

A palm-sized piece of black metal appeared before Zheng Ming's eyes.

It wasn't iron, it was half as light as iron; holding it in his hand, it felt as smooth as satin. Zheng Ming was certain he had never seen such a metal before.

On the metal piece were the characters for "Nine Shocks Break Mountains", wrought like iron paintings with silver hooks. At first glance, Zheng Ming felt a powerful force pressing down on him.

The four characters took up most of the metal piece, and below them were images of nine tiny figures.

The images of the nine figures had almost no distinction, each showing a figure thrusting out a punch. However, through Zheng Ming's analytic eyes, he noticed that each figure's arms had a subtle difference.

The difference was minute, so much so that many would fail to notice upon close inspection.

Zheng Ming hesitated only for a moment before deciding to practice according to the vibration of the figures' arms. However, after he cast the first figure's punch, and before his arm could move into the position of the second figure, his fist had already struck out.

The variation in his arm should have changed nine times after the punch was thrown; how could he not manage to change even once?

Zheng Ming did not linger on pondering but continued examining the Golden Silk Armor. By now, he had realized the usefulness of the "Draw Silk From Cocoon" skill.

Without "Draw Silk From Cocoon", he would have never discovered the "Nine Shocks Break Mountains" manual hidden inside the Golden Silk Armor!

Wasting it on the traces of furniture was truly to miss the forest for the trees. With about five minutes left, he had to search and see if the Zheng Family's ancestors had left any other valuables.

After cutting open all the lining of the Golden Silk Armor, he found nothing.

Zheng Ming put away the Golden Silk Armor, his gaze returning to the metal piece, looking at those nine figures, apart from the slight difference in the arms, he still could discern nothing else.

Could it be that this metal piece was incomplete?

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As Zheng Ming's thoughts flickered, his gaze once again fell on those four large characters. Staring at them intently for a moment, a series of judgments began to form in his mind.

Although these four characters were written with great momentum, seemingly in one breath, there were places that seemed somewhat awkward, and each stroke appeared to be composed of countless tiny dots. At first glance, they looked like patterns, but these dots were probably not just part of the patterns.

The dots were too small to be seen clearly with the naked eye, but in the past, there were people who could carve a seven-character quatrain on a tiny grain of rice. Could it be that the key to 'Nine Shocks to Shatter the Mountains' lay within these four characters?

Just as Zheng Ming was gradually analyzing and feeling increasingly close to the truth, a clutter of footsteps came from outside.

"Brother, sister-in-law is looking for me, I'll hide for a bit, don't tell her I'm here!" Just like a cheerful little deer, Zheng Xiaoxuan hurried over from outside, her cheeks flushed red, like a ripe apple still hanging on the branch. Under the light, they emitted a tempting luster.

As she spoke, Zheng Xiaoxuan frantically scurried under Zheng Ming's bed.

Watching his sister desperately waving at him from under the bed, Zheng Ming couldn't help but shake his head, and casually pocketed the small iron piece.

At that moment, Fu Yuqing stepped through the doorway, her wide robe making her stand out more in the light, like a delicate lotus blossom rising from the water.

When Zheng Ming turned his head to look at Fu Yuqing, a set of information appeared in his mind.

The difference between the front and back of the robe was one foot, and there was a five-inch fold between the waist and hips when moving. He preliminarily judged that Fu Yuqing's bust size must be around 36D. How was this possible...

Based on Zheng Ming's impression of Fu Yuqing, this woman was elegant and graceful, belonging to the willowy type. He had never imagined that his skill at 'Draw Silk From Cocoon' would lead to such a conclusion.

"Large breasts and round buttocks make for good childbearing!"

This was a saying often uttered by Wu Banxian from Luming Town. Because it was quite straightforward, Zheng Ming had remembered it.

And at that moment, Zheng Ming blurted it out.

Just as Fu Yuqing was about to enter the room, her ears suddenly reddened the instant Zheng Ming uttered those words. She then strode over to Zheng Ming and reached out to grab him.

Before Zheng Ming could react, he found himself tumbling to the ground.

When Zheng Ming stood up again, Fu Yuqing had already turned away. As he watched her retreating figure, another set of judgmental information appeared in his mind.

Based on the shaking of the clothes behind her, the shape formed directly between this woman's hips and waist...

At that moment, the state of using Di Renjie's card suddenly vanished cleanly. The conclusion that was about to emerge was something he could not comprehend with his mind, no matter how hard he tried.

He didn't know whether the deduction about Fu Yuqing could be considered a gain from this use of Di Renjie's card.

"This young lady, really fierce with her hands!" Patting his hands, Zheng Ming became even more convinced of the conclusions drawn from his skill.

Otherwise, Fu Yuqing wouldn't have thrown him so fiercely; she was clearly infuriated. Thinking about Fu Yuqing's graceful and elegant appearance paired with such a provocative figure, Zheng Ming couldn't help but comment on Heart Sword Pavilion's diet.

It truly did raise people well!

However, as he turned away, combining his judgments with his knowledge from his past life, he still hadn't arrived at a conclusion, which made Zheng Ming feel a bit itchy inside. He wished he might draw Di Renjie's card again and complete this judgment.

"Big brother is so nice!" Seeing her brother helping her distract her sister-in-law, Zheng Xiaoxuan felt very pleased. Crawling out from under the bed, she wrapped her arms around Zheng Ming's arm, and gave it a vigorous shake, saying, "Next time when I play hide and seek with sister-in-law, and she is about to find me, you have to help me again, second brother!"

When Zheng Ming saw Zheng Xiaoxuan's cute little face and heard her coquettish and reproachful voice, his heart melted. He pinched his sister's cheek and said, "Of course, who else would second brother help if not you?"

"Brother, what does 'large breasts and round buttocks' mean?" Zheng Xiaoxuan asked with a tilted head and a smile. Zheng Ming felt somewhat embarrassed; how could he explain such words to a child?

After thinking for a moment, Zheng Ming forced a smile and said, "That... I was complimenting your sister-in-law for being beautiful."

"Xiaoxuan will go compliment sister-in-law too; she really likes Xiaoxuan," Zheng Xiaoxuan said as she hopped away cheerfully.

Zheng Ming watched Zheng Xiaoxuan leave, his mind in a whirl. He seemed to envision Xiaoxuan complimenting Fu Yuqing, a situation which was far from beautiful.

Smacking his lips, Zheng Ming decided to put the matter out of his mind and took out the metal piece again, his gaze returning to those four large characters.

The four characters still appeared to be made of iron and silver hooks in his eyes, still carrying a pressuring force, but the fine patterns of the strokes were just the patterns of the metal piece in Zheng Ming's view.

Thinking of the conclusion he had come to through 'Draw Silk From Cocoon', Zheng Ming ultimately decided to trust the judgment made during the card's display. After all, that judgment felt more credible, and besides, he had no other options now.

The nine figures with slightly different arm positions were really giving Zheng Ming nowhere to start, it was better to give it a try.

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