Fangxian Heretical Path

Chapter 13 Milk Skin and Milk Tofu
Fang Shu would never despise his second uncle or pretend he had never met him just because of what happened in the Blood Return Hall.

He simply didn't want to show up and acknowledge his second uncle in such an embarrassing situation.

Silently memorize what my second uncle looks like and how he dresses now.

Fang Shu then went to another place and asked around about the story of "Yu Lao Er".

Some people had heard of Second Uncle, while others had not, but when the phrase "living a life of leisure" was mentioned, they all thought of a lazy man who made a living by selling his blood.

Upon hearing this news, Fang Shu's mood sank even further.

As he was lost in thought, three figures suddenly appeared beside him:
"What are you thinking about, Brother Fang? Just wait, I, Old Lu, will take you out for a good meal right away."

These three figures were none other than Lu Laodao and his two companions.

As they leaned against the corner of the wall, unbuckling their belts to urinate, they talked excitedly:
"How much did you make?" "I made nine hundred coins!"

"Haha, that's too little. I sold it for a full thousand, and the cost of the boat tickets was covered! This guy is even bolder, he actually dared to sell it for twelve hundred coins."

Fang Shu was startled when he heard their conversation and quickly looked up at them.

Three deathly pale faces suddenly appeared in front of Fang Shu.

The other group was urinating, and their bodies were swaying as if they were about to collapse to the ground at any moment.

Especially that old Taoist priest, Lü.

Startled by this situation, Fang Shu quickly suppressed his distracting thoughts, got up, and approached the group, making a gesture to help keep an eye on things.

"Hehe! No need, no need, we're perfectly fine."

Old Master Lü waved his hand at Fang Shu, then braced his head against the wall to steady himself and spread his legs.

Yin Xiaojian and Tian Tianquan, standing nearby, followed suit, both looking just like drunkards.

After urinating, the three of them were even more shaky and visibly weak.

However, all three of them had bloodshot eyes from excitement.

Seeing this, Fang Shu couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

During the time he waited outside, Fang Shu not only inquired about his second uncle's affairs, but also inquired about or overheard some stories about selling blood.

If we don't count the discounts for selling blood, people usually sell their blood for 200 to 400 talismans at a time to supplement their household income. This is said to have no harm to their health, and there are even rumors that it is beneficial.

If a blood donation exceeds 500 coins but is less than 1,000 coins, it will be harmful to the body, requiring rest and damage to one's vital energy. If it exceeds 1,000 coins, one will need to lie in bed and take various tonics to recover.

If the amount exceeds 1,500 coins at once, the person will faint and even suffer organ failure; if it is more severe, exceeding 2,000 coins at once, unless blood is replenished into the body on the spot, the person will basically die.

The three people in front of Fang Shu, the lowest of them all sold nine hundred coins in one go. Even if you take away the Blood Hall's preferential treatment for newcomers, they still sold more than eight hundred coins worth of human blood, which had long reached the point of harming their bodies.

"They're all ruthless people," Fang Shuxin thought to himself, glancing at Tian Tianquan.

This guy was the best of the three, the one who sold 1,200 coins in one go.

As Fang Shu sighed for the three of them, Lu Laodao and the other two also sighed for him:

"Why should Brother Fang be stingy with his mortal blood? You can't do without money when you first enter the market."

They swung their sleeves, coins clinking from their pockets, looking smug.

The four did not linger long in front of the Blood Hall. Old Master Lü gave a light shout:

"Let's go! We've sold our blood, we have to eat our way back."

Fang Shu and the others followed the old Taoist priest deeper into the market.

Before long, they arrived at a market street, with signs fluttering on both sides, just like a market in the mortal world, with rice shops, oil shops, tea and wine shops, and shouts of vendors.

However, it is clear that this place is not comparable to any ordinary market, because there are people and beasts on the streets, and even a few monsters wandering around.

The vendors didn't use dry firewood, but rather oil, incense, or even bone-like firewood, which burned without smoke and emitted a unique fragrance.

As Fang Shu walked along, the strong smell of incense lingered in his mouth, making him wonder if he had stumbled into a thriving temple.

"Come on! After selling your blood, the first thing you eat must also be blood. This is called 'like cures like'."

Old Master Lü greeted them and led them to a small stall facing the street, then slapped the table and chairs:
"Waiter, give us brothers a set of lamb blood sausage, pig blood soup, and beef blood porridge."

"Okay!" the stall vendor replied.

Before long, the waiter, as if by magic, placed twelve plates of food in front of Fang Shu and his companions in one go.

The other person wiped their hands with a towel, glanced at the crowd, and said with a smile:

"Our family is a well-established business on this street. Many top disciples from martial arts schools and sects used to come here often to nourish their bodies when they were hanging out here back in the day."

"Gentlemen, please come again soon."

The man's words immediately caught Fang Shu and the others' attention:
"Are sect disciples... also here to sell their blood?"

The waiter dusted off his robes and said with feigned composure:
"Who didn't start from the mortal realm? Look at you guys, you all have an air of otherworldly grace about you. If you ever join a sect, remember to revisit this place and patronize our business."

Upon hearing this, Yin Xiaojian, Lu Laodao, and the others, before even starting to eat, all regained some color in their pale faces and beamed with joy.

After the waiter left, Old Master Lü hurriedly said, "Let's eat, let's eat."

As soon as he finished speaking, a clattering sound erupted on the table.

The three men were greedy. They chewed the blood sausage, poured in the blood soup, and licked the blood porridge clean, as if they could really make up for the blood they had sold.

Fang Shu immediately started eating.

But soon, disappointment appeared in his eyes. The blood sausage, duck blood, and cow blood on the stall were all fresh and of good quality, but they had no demonic or spiritual energy; they were just ordinary blood and flesh.

However, he swallowed all the blood food without making a sound.

The food at the stall was plentiful. After Lu Laodao and the others finished eating, their bellies were bulging and they kept burping. Fang Shu, on the other hand, seemed nonchalant, as if he hadn't eaten anything at all.

However, the plate in front of him was cleaner than those of Lu Laodao and the others.

The others glanced at him with amusement, but didn't ask any further questions.

After they had eaten and drunk their fill, Fang Shu thought everyone would go their separate ways, but to his surprise, Old Master Lü pulled a few more people along, and they strolled leisurely down the street:
"Blood sausage and blood soup are only good for replenishing blood. If you want to nourish your body, we also sell top-quality milk skin and milk tofu here."

The group looked up and their eyelids twitched immediately.

They discovered that even a single bowl of milk skin was quite expensive, starting at fifty coins.

Before anyone could ask, the old Taoist priest savored his drink and explained:
"This place is nicknamed 'Blood Street' because it caters specifically to blood sellers like us."

Those stalls that have a storefront here naturally won't be like that previous one, only selling pig's blood, sheep's blood, and cow's blood; there's a reason they're expensive.

Fang Shu's heart skipped a beat. He looked at the plump, attractive, and ripe women behind the milk shop, and hesitated before speaking:
"Brother Lü, could it be that..."

Old Master Lü clapped his hands sharply and said quickly:

"Indeed! Human milk is the spirit of all things, and what's here is all human milk skin and human milk tofu!"
They were all wet nurses with years of experience; a drop of their milk was as valuable as a drop of our blood. It's just a pity we can't produce that stuff.”

Finished speaking.

He excitedly ran over, found the most attractive milk shop beauty, and after chatting with her shamelessly, invited the others over.

"This stuff is too expensive. We guys want to nourish ourselves, so we'll pay for it ourselves."

Old Master Lü muttered to himself, and immediately bought a bowl of milk skin.

The milk shop beauty, who was about thirty years old, saw that they were new customers, so she specially came out and shakily presented the bowl of milk skin to the old Taoist priest.

Old Master Lü ate heartily, savoring every bite.

After finishing his meal, he went to the milk shop beauty and asked for a bowl of milk tofu.

This scene made Yin Xiaojian and Tian Tianquan swallow hard. After whispering to each other for a while, they took out their talisman coins from their pockets and each bought a bowl of milk skin and milk tofu, which they then shared.

Fang Shuchu stood to the side, smiled at the group, and then turned to look at the street.

He has discovered that there are many kinds of blood foods here, including not only blood sausage and human milk, but also blood buns, blood cakes, blood tofu, roasted blood maggots, blood silkworm pupae, blood wine, and so on.

Everything related to blood is available.

He had no talisman money and couldn't afford human milk, but he could still exchange the remaining pearl for some food.

This way, we won't just stand there awkwardly.

Old Master Lü noticed Fang Shu's actions. He looked at the milk tofu in his hand that he hadn't eaten yet, and his face showed a conflicted expression.

But he hesitated for only a moment before Fang Shu had already walked away.

When Fang Shu returned, he was holding a bowl of tofu made from some kind of blood, which had a strong smell of blood.

The four of them squatted together on the side of the street, watching the various people coming and going in the fairy market.

"This fairy market is so lively..."

"Hey, milk tofu is so delicious!"

"We're finally considered bosses now!"

In an instant, the aromas of milk, blood, and exotic scents, along with the fishy, ​​pungent smell emanating from their bodies, created a vibrant and intoxicating atmosphere that left the four of them feeling slightly tipsy, as if they were drunk.

But all good things must come to an end, especially for four strangers who were seeking immortality, each with their own aspirations.

Not long after.

Fang Shu became a person, and he strolled alone in this blood-soaked street, looking around.

Wandered around.

As luck would have it, when he walked back to the vicinity of the milk shop, his eyelids twitched, and he immediately looked towards the shop.

Someone was seen chatting with the milk shop beauty, asking for milk products.

The other person's Taoist robe was white and he looked very poor. Although his back was to him, Fang Shu was absolutely certain that the other person was his second uncle!

Taking a deep breath, Fang Shu didn't hesitate. He quickly stepped forward, then slowed down.

Once he stood behind the other person, his throat felt slightly dry, and he began to think about how to greet them.

Just then, my second uncle turned around on his own.

Fang Shu instinctively stepped back.

But his second uncle seemed to know what was going on, and reached out to pat him on the shoulder, while the other man handed him a bowl in his other hand.

In that bowl, half was milk skin and half was milk tofu; the milk was thicker than water, and the milk was white and smooth.

Fang Shuyi raised his eyes.

His second uncle's old, pale face was grinning at him.

(End of this chapter)