Please control me, my divine being!

Chapter 95 The Master of Hexiafang

Jin Buhuan was slightly taken aback, then quickly said, "Manager Gu, I can help! I'm useful! Just teach me cultivation, and I'll do anything!"

Gu Qinghan frowned: "What use are you?"

Seeing that the other party had relented, Jin Buhuan knelt on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly: "There must be places in Jiang'an City that are inconvenient for you to go. I have lived in Jiang'an for more than ten years and know everything here very well. I can definitely help you. Keep me here; I will surely come in handy!"

Gu Qinghan seemed to have thought of something and said coldly, "Fine, but I can't teach you much. The most important thing in cultivation is resources. Once you've gathered enough resources to enter the Dao, I can help you enter the Dao."

With those words, Jin Buhuan finally felt relieved.

Hatred and pain burned fiercely in his heart; the only way to seek revenge was to become a cultivator.

Moreover, becoming a cultivator makes it even more likely that one can make a comeback.

To commit murder and arson in Jiang'an City and still manage to escape the pursuit of the Zhenfu Division, one must not be an ordinary person.

He dared not linger near the burned-down courtyard, much less approach the Zhenfu Division.

After all, the things he did in the past were enough to cost him his head ten times over, so coming to Hexiafang was actually the safest place for him.

"I wonder who we've offended. It must be an old enemy we failed to eliminate completely, leaving behind this disaster!"

Jin Buhuan thought to himself.

Gu Qinghan, however, was thinking about something else entirely.

She is a corpse and it is not appropriate for her to appear in public.

Having a normal person to help handle various matters makes one's situation safer, and the benefits certainly outweigh the risk of "leaving."

She kicked Jin Buhuan and threw the money bag in front of him: "Go pay the rent first."

The place where Zhu Wuxia, the lord of Hexiafang, stayed was located at the deepest part of the ward, and it was a temple covered with water plants and moss.

Upon entering the temple courtyard, one can immediately smell a strong, fishy odor.

Pearl divers were constantly going in and out of the side rooms on both sides.

Inside the temple, candlelight flickered and sandalwood incense wafted through the air.

On the central altar stands a huge statue, a strangely shaped scallop, half-open and half-closed, with what appears to be a chaotic darkness in the gap. On the shell, which is the size of a door panel, are inlaid pearls that shimmer with iridescent light.

Instead of a prayer mat in front of the altar, there was a shell the size of a bed.

The shop owner, Zhu Wuxia, sat inside the shell, her entire lower body fused with it.

He fiddled with the prayer beads made of shells, his back to the temple's main entrance, leaving behind a hunched and aged figure, his body shrouded in smoke, his mouth constantly chanting sutras in worship.

Gu Qinghan did not step into the temple.

She stopped in the courtyard and stood behind Jin Buhuan.

At the temple entrance, an elderly pearl diver gestured to Jin Buhuan, picked up a pen and paper, and asked in a low voice, "You look unfamiliar. Which shop do you work for?"

"From the Song family's mortuary," Jin Buhuan whispered.

"Oh, where did Madam Song go? Why were you sent here?" the old man asked casually as he registered the documents.

"The shopkeeper went to get more goods and hasn't come back yet. I'm an apprentice she just took on recently."

Jin Buhuan answered calmly.

"Oh, you're hiring apprentices again." The old man smiled meaningfully, said nothing more, took the money, and waved, "Come back next month. Hope to see you again next month."

We finally got through this difficult time.

Jin Buhuan looked at the old man covered in fish scales and didn't want to stay a moment longer. He was about to leave when he noticed Gu Qinghan standing still, his eyes fixed on the statue of the King of the Sea in the temple.

She felt an intense hunger at that moment.

It was a hunger that came from the depths of her soul, layer upon layer, that made her want to devour the King of Shells completely, chewing up its flesh and blood until not a single bit was left!

The moment you see the statue of King Begonia, it seems you've found the food that truly suits you.

Your intuition tells you so.

If you can eat the King of Clams, your hunger will seem to be relieved, and the problem that has been bothering you will disappear.

You can calmly plan your next steps.

Whether it's regaining memories or restoring human form, it won't be as difficult as it is now.

However, Zhu Wuxia, the owner of this market, is no pushover either. What do you decide...?

A complex array of options pops up below.

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Without hesitation, Zhou Qing immediately chose to "retreat".

Leaving aside the dozens of pearl divers inside the "Beiwang Temple," Zhu Wuxia, sitting in front of the statue, is someone we cannot deal with at the moment.

Click on Zhu Wuxia's name.

Detailed information will then pop up in the game text.

Zhu Wuxia's identity: Owner of Hexiafang?

state:?

Path: ?

strength:?

Common tricks: ?

Background: A cultivator who has been entrenched in Hexiafang for many years, deeply favored by the King of Beef. Having operated within the ward for many years, he has cultivated extensive connections and enjoys a considerable reputation even within the entire Jiang'an cultivation world. He is an extremely formidable opponent.

Almost all of them are question marks.

Even with Zhou Qing's current level three spiritual awareness, he still couldn't get any more information from the game interface.

This thing looks incredibly powerful, but we have very little information about it. If we really want to take action, we need to be well prepared, and it would be safer to rely on our influence in Jiang'an to coordinate with them.

You choose to suppress your inner desires, retreat temporarily, and wait for a better opportunity.

However, the ever-increasing hunger and the gradual loss of humanity will eventually devour you completely.

How long can you hold on on this twisted path?

boom!

Gu Qinghan punched the wall, causing dust to fall from the ceiling of the entire morgue.

Two zombies were busy cleaning up the leftovers inside the shop.

Jin Buhuan huddled in the corner like a quail.

"If it weren't for the Heavenly Venerable's intervention at the crucial moment, he probably wouldn't be back."

Thinking about how she was controlled by that powerful force and could suppress her inner impulses, she felt a surge of frustration: "I must suppress the drawbacks of the zombie body. If I really fight Zhu Wuxia today, I will definitely lose."

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The oppressive aura emanating from Zhu Wuxia was in no way inferior to that of the weak and insignificant elders of the Gu family in her memory.

"Do we really have to eat blood? If we can suppress this for now—"

The thought flashed through her mind, but only for a moment before she was jolted awake, her sharp teeth chattering.

She was actually hesitating just now!

"Gu Qinghan, you are a human, not a monster. You cannot bow down to this monster's body!"

"The art of corpse raising and corpse refining has the most extensive research on rigor mortis. If that doesn't work, we can try contacting the people of the Hundred Herbs and Traditional Chinese Medicine lineage; they might be able to solve it. Also, the cultivator we saw on the river that day—"

Gu Qinghan kept thinking.

She had already noticed that the changes in her body were accelerating, and this problem could not be delayed any longer.

There are several corpse shops in Hexiafang, but the people there are too incompetent to satisfy her hunger.

As for the herbal medicine shops here, they almost exclusively deal in blood slaves. If you want to hire someone to properly treat her, you'll probably have to spend a lot of money.

"Jin Buhuan, pack your things and get ready to go out." Gu Qinghan pondered for a moment and then made a decision.

"Where to?"

"Of course we're going to buy supplies. Didn't you want to cultivate?"

How can one enter the path of enlightenment without earning money to buy resources?

In the neighborhood, everything from clothing and food to housing and transportation costs money.

Go to the herbal medicine shop and sell your blood. How much you earn is up to you. Use that money to buy raw materials, and I'll raise the zombies for you. I'll take a cut of the profits, and you'll still make a profit!

Gu Qinghan said coldly, "Let me tell you, if you don't have money to stay in a hotel and end up sleeping on the street and get hurt by something in the middle of the night, no one can save you."

She naturally wouldn't allow any other strangers to sleep in the shop.

Otherwise, she might wake up the next day to find half of the other person already inside her.

Jin Buhuan gritted his teeth, recalling the tragic state of the blood slaves outside the Hundred Herbs Hall, but then he thought of his ruined family business and his wife and children who had died tragically. He immediately made up his mind and walked towards the medicine hall.

Meanwhile, Gu Qinghan was not idle either.

She quietly walked to the edge of the market, observing the whereabouts of the Crying Bones Society.

"The two of them must have been driven out by the pearl-digging team. If they really had a way to pinpoint my location, they would definitely be waiting outside. So, we can only send Jin Buhuan to get the goods." Gu Qinghan's eyes scanned the surroundings.

The shop's cellar also contained more than a dozen rigor mortises.

However, they are not as good as the previous five white zombies, so they don't fetch a good price. The materials for raising corpses in the shop are almost exhausted, and these need to be replenished.

If you earn enough money, you can hire experts from the Hundred Herbs and the Corpse Chariot Evil Path to solve your hunger problem.

Even if one wants to return to human form, one doesn't necessarily need to go back to take care of the family.

Money makes the world go round!

In the realm of cultivation, this statement is an even more profound truth.

There are countless common skills and all sorts of strange and unusual abilities. As long as you can offer enough value, you can ask others to help you.

"They're still guarding outside. It seems they do have a way to pinpoint my location. However, they probably can't accurately track me down, which is why they got into a fight earlier."

Those five white zombies drank my blood; they must have misjudged me!

Gu Qinghan spotted the two brothers, one tall and one short, standing at the awning ferry crossing. Just as he was about to go back and think of a solution, he discovered that there were quite a few people surrounding the two brothers.

"Official clerk—"

She was a little surprised, and took a few steps closer, just in time to hear the conversation.

"Commander Xu, why are you making things difficult for us, a big shot like you from the Zhenfu Division? We've been honest and law-abiding pearl miners and traders all these years, and we've never done anything wrong. These two guys from out of town got into a fight in the ward and were kicked out long ago. It has nothing to do with Hexia Ward."

"Arson? Those two guys look shifty and can't even speak clearly. It's quite possible they did it."

Several pearl divers were speaking favorably of a group of officials.

The two brothers from the Crying Bones Society had already been detained and taken to the ship.

Gu Qinghan breathed a sigh of relief.

In this way, we can temporarily ignore the threats from the Crying Bones Society and take the opportunity to make purchases.

Half an hour later.

Gu Qinghan saw Jin Buhuan, whose face was deathly pale, outside the Hundred Herbs Hall.

His legs were trembling, and the wrinkles on his dough were starting to sag, making him look more than ten years older all of a sudden. It was impossible to tell how much blood he had sold.

"Manager Gu, let's go," he said hoarsely.

Gu Qinghan didn't say anything. He walked all the way to the boatman and counted out ten high-quality blood coins: "Boatman, take us out of the city to Guolinggang in the northern suburbs."

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