Chapter 73: A person won't get rich without windfalls

It was just before dawn, the darkest part of the night, when large flakes of snow drifted towards the earth.

This wasn't the first snow of the winter.

But it was an exceptionally heavy snowfall.

Soon, a thin layer had accumulated in the yard.

Wang Chen brought the corpse of the man in black into the house and began to search it by the light of the bedroom.

The man in black carried no magic artifacts, only a storage bag hanging at his waist.

From the storage bag, five feet square in size, Wang Chen took out fifteen Low Spirit Stones and some Fragmented Spirit Stones, three bottles of pills, nine magical talismans, a dagger, and a crane-shaped pot.

Wang Chen was speechless.

He owned a similar crane-shaped pot, the Enchanting Fairy Pot he had acquired by killing a traveling merchant in the past!

Such plundering trinkets were useless to Wang Chen and couldn't be sold, so he had always kept it at the bottom of his storage bag.

He never expected to acquire another one.