The sun set in the west, and the afterglow was like blood.

Song Wen walked down the street, feeling somewhat disheartened.

As he walked, two alluring and lightly dressed young women suddenly blocked his path.

"Sir, come on in and have some fun."

The two young women, one on each side, hooked Song Wen's arms, their bosoms, half-revealed and half-hidden, rubbed against his arms.

The rubbing ignited a great fire in Song Wen. He looked up and saw a three-story building before him. On the balcony upstairs, there were more than a dozen lightly dressed young women, posing suggestively to passersby, drawing the attention of many.

Song Wen realized that he had unknowingly arrived at a brothel.

He was immediately tempted. He felt that his gloomy mood needed an outlet, and the brothel in front of him was just right.

Just as he was about to follow the two women into the brothel to experience the ancient brothel culture, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his waist.

He snapped awake, realizing how weak he was now. Even if he entered the brothel, he would probably be powerless and could only sigh in regret.

Song Wen suddenly exerted force, breaking free from the two women's grasp, and quickly explained.

"Next time, next time."

Watching Song Wen flee in a panic, one of the women snorted disdainfully.

"Hmph, good for nothing. So weak at such a young age, what a waste of a good-looking Physical Body."

Leaving the brothel, Song Wen noticed the setting sun and realized he should head back.

Since the city's medical halls couldn't cure the poison, he could only return to the Tian Sha Gang; there might still be a glimmer of hope.

He was worried that after dark, the dark forces of Yan City would emerge, and if he continued to wander in the city, he might encounter danger.

At this moment, he was in the northern part of Yan City, while the Tian Sha Gang was in the southern part. To return, he would have to Transmigration the entire Yan City.

Since successfully drawing Qi into his Physical Body, Song Wen's thinking ability had greatly improved. He silently pondered the general layout of Yan City and the route he had taken today, and the shortest return route quickly appeared in his mind.

During the day, Song Wen had walked on main roads, but now, to return to the Tian Sha Gang as quickly as possible, he would inevitably have to Transmigration some small alleys.

When darkness fell and things became indistinct, Song Wen was already close to the Tian Sha Gang's base. He just needed to Transmigration the alley in front of him, then enter the main road ahead, and he would soon reach the Tian Sha Gang.

The alley in front was rarely frequented by people, and the foul-smelling ditch beside it occasionally emitted waves of stench.

When he was halfway through, Song Wen suddenly saw two figures, one tall and one short, appear ahead.

"They must be father and son!"

The light was too poor to see the faces of the two figures clearly, so Song Wen didn't think much of it and continued forward.

After consuming the Blood Qi Pill, his cultivation had advanced to the First Layer Late Stage. Although he had never cultivated any Move or Spell and couldn't unleash his true strength, with just the spiritual power within his Physical Body, ordinary people were no match for him.

When the two parties were about ten meters apart, Song Wen gradually saw the general appearance of the two: a burly man with a child of about ten years old.

The burly man's muscles were extremely developed, making his robe bulge.

"Could it be the Martial Artist who practices external hard Qi as rumored?"

After more than two months in this world, Song Wen had a preliminary understanding of the martial arts situation here.

He had seen external cultivation masters of the Tian Sha Gang who could easily lift hundreds of pounds of boulders and smash them into pieces with a single punch.

However, the other short child made Song Wen's heart pound with alarm.

This child was precisely the little beggar who had fought with Song Wen for steamed buns and was injured by Song Wen's kick.

At this moment, the little beggar opposite also recognized Song Wen. He suddenly pulled the burly man and said with hatred in his voice,

"Brother Biao, this is the guy who injured me last time, making me bedridden for over a month."

Brother Biao instantly flew into a rage. He controlled a total of twelve little beggars, and his daily living expenses depended entirely on the alms these little beggars begged for.

And this boy beggar beside him was the best at begging among his subordinates, and also his assistant in managing other little beggars. It was because of this that this little boy could have intact limbs.

To arouse people's pity and beg for more copper coins, the other little beggars were all made into various disabilities by Brother Biao.

During the period when the little boy was resting, Brother Biao's income sharply decreased, causing Brother Biao to have no silver to buy Liuwei Dihuang Pills recently.

The sister-in-law he had hooked up with was already suspecting he had a new mistress outside and was ignoring him.

In recent days, Brother Biao even discovered that his sister-in-law often exchanged flirtatious glances with Old Man Wang next door.

Brother Biao felt that his and his elder brother's heads were a bit green. His hooking up with his sister-inlaw was keeping the fat and water within the family, and the meat would rot in the pot.

After all, his elder brother was away from home all year round, so it was only right for him to take care of his sister-in-law.

Even if his sister-in-law got pregnant with his child, it would still be their own offspring.

If his sister-in-law hooked up with Old Man Wang, then their own cabbage would be eaten by someone else's pig. If his sister-in-law got pregnant with Old Man Wang's offspring, then his elder brother would truly become a big fool raising someone else's child.

This was unbearable.

The source of all this was this kid in front of him.

Brother Biao's anger instantly surged. He glared at Song Wen with a fierce frown.

"Kid, how dare you lay hands on Brother Biao's man? I think you're tired of living."

Before he finished speaking, Brother Biao clenched his sandbag-sized fist and brought it down.

Song Wen was first startled by Brother Biao's sudden outburst, but he instantly reacted. This Brother Biao seemed aggressive, but in reality, he had no imposing presence at all. His punches were unprincipled, relying entirely on his brute strength.

However, Brother Biao's strength was terrifying. If that punch landed, Song Wen would surely end up with a broken head, bleeding, and dizzy.

Song Wen crouched down, deftly dodging Brother Biao's fist.

At the same time, he reached into his boot with his right hand, and the dagger he had obtained from the herb garden tool shed was in his hand.

Song Wen pushed off with his toes, darting forward two steps, and directly crashed into Brother Biao's embrace.

He then smoothly pushed the dagger forward, accurately plunging it into Brother Biao's chest.

Song Wen's entire set of actions to kill was fluid, without the slightest hesitation or delay. When the dagger pierced the heart, the victim, Brother Biao, hadn't even reacted yet.

Hot blood flowed out along the dagger, and with it, Brother Biao's strength and courage also drained away.

Brother Biao's eyes widened instantly, filled with disbelief and horror. The sky was dark, and he hadn't even seen how Song Wen had made his Move.

"You..."

Brother Biao wanted to say something but found he couldn't utter a single word.

In stark contrast to Brother Biao's dying fear, Song Wen's eyes were sparkling, much like a psychopath's expression when killing, his twisted inner self greatly satisfied.

Of course, Song Wen was not a psychopath.

The moment he plunged the dagger into Brother Biao's Physical Body, he felt a warm current flow from the dagger into his Physical Body.

His Qi and blood, depleted from taking the Blood Qi Pill, were rapidly being replenished, and his somewhat weak kidneys instantly became full of vigor.

Song Wen felt every cell in his Physical Body cheering and leaping, and even his spirit became extremely excited.

This feeling was incredibly wonderful, ethereal, extremely comfortable, intoxicating, and made him forget himself.

In contrast, Brother Biao's strong Physical Body was rapidly shrinking and shriveling.

The 60-70% of water in the human Physical Body rapidly evaporated within a few breaths.

In an instant, Brother Biao's Physical Body became a mummy.

Brother Biao's robe became extremely ill-fitting, hanging loosely on the corpse.