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Unfortunately, I'm penniless right now, except for some money.

The monkey sighed.

OK.

Han Ping'an was somewhat disappointed.

"I only have twelve taels of silver and a piece of gold left on me, which adds up to a little over ninety taels."

"Wound medicine, poison, and a set of soft armor, is that enough?"

The monkey took out another piece of gold and twelve taels of silver from his pocket.

Han Ping'an looked at Gu Ming.

Gu Ming's expression grew even more enthusiastic as he said, "It's a bit short; I can only give you one secondhand soft armor. Here, bring the item over so you can take a look first, and we'll talk about it if you're satisfied."

"it is good."

Gu Ming gave Han Ping'an a "be careful" look and quickly went inside.

Han Ping'an stared at the monkey and pondered, "If it has any martial arts techniques or skills, I'll sell them too."

"Martial arts?"

"I'll look for it later."

The monkey shrugged, looking like it had nothing on it.

Seeing this, Han Ping'an said no more.

Before long, Gu Ming came out carrying a pile of things.

"This is soft armor. Although it's secondhand, it still offers some protection, except for some marks. Fifty taels, no bargaining."

"There are still more than forty taels left. This is medicine for injuries, and there are four kinds of poisons, all of which can threaten those in the Bone Refining Realm."

After Gu Ming gave a brief introduction, the monkey looked surprised.

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He happens to be able to use the wound medicine.

The four poisons are not simple either.

As for the soft armor, just as Gu Ming said, although it was second-hand, its protective capabilities were still intact. With this soft armor, one could save their life in a critical moment.

Looking up, the monkey met Gu Ming and Han Ping'an's smiling gazes, its expression twisting as it couldn't help but curse under its breath.

grass.

Hiding for a while resulted in spending all the money I had.

However, there was an unexpected gain.

This shop is something else.

Even in such a remote place as Zhengqi Street, whether it's selling stolen goods or buying them, we'll inevitably have to come here in the future.

In a flash, the monkey no longer hesitated.

"I'll take them all."

"You're still short two ounces, but I'll waive it for you as a gesture of friendship."

Gu Ming waved his hand.

The monkey's mouth twitched. Thank you.

"Let me stay a little longer. Besides the government offices, there are several other groups of people looking for me."

Upon hearing this, Han Ping'an and Gu Ming were stunned.

Good guy.

There were several other groups of people?

What did this guy do?

Gu Ming couldn't help but ask, "Friend, if I may be so bold as to ask, what do you do for a living?"

The monkey said irritably, "You know it's presumptuous of you, so why are you asking?"

"..."

Gu Ming was speechless.

Han Ping'an suppressed a laugh, gave the monkey a deep look, and said, "Brother Ming, I'm going out to take a look around the neighborhood."

Be careful.

"Um."

Half an hour later.

After confirming that it was safe, the monkey took the things it had bought and a lucky charm and climbed over the wall to leave.

"I made a killing today."

Gu Ming grinned from ear to ear as he held the two pieces of gold.

We made a profit of about half of the goods we sold.

They also received forty or fifty taels of silver as a friend's fee and a hiding fee.

They even ordered a repeating crossbow worth two hundred taels of silver.

"Brother Ming, I saw some Black Tiger Gang members looking for something when I went out earlier. This guy must have offended the Black Tiger Gang," Han Ping'an said thoughtfully.

Black Tiger Hall is a gang in the county, and Zhengqi Street is also within its territory.

"Black Tiger Gang?"

A strange light flashed in Gu Ming's eyes, then he said calmly, "This person is not simple. His methods of concealing his aura are quite impressive. He dared to kill a constable in the street and offended the Black Tiger Hall. He's got some skills."

"But none of this concerns us."

"Here you go."

Gu Ming casually picked up a piece of silver weighing about three ounces and tossed it to Han Ping'an.

"Thank you, Ming-ge."

Han Ping'an didn't hold back either.

I was rewarded by Lao Gu yesterday, and today I was fed by Gu Ming.

Even if it means risking one's life, it's worth it.

After Gu Ming left, Han Ping'an went into the kitchen and started decocting the medicine he had bought earlier.

Then, pour out a white-winged tree insect and place it in the palm of your hand.

The little bugs were wriggling in my palm, making me feel itchy.

"Each one weighs three ounces; let's try one first."

Tree insects are easy to sell.

Take a few for yourself, leave the money, and just keep an account.

Han Ping'an's expression turned solemn, and a thought flashed through his mind.

"Casting".

Swish!

One hundred and eight drops of blood, plus eleven streams of vital energy, were instantly extracted.

Han Ping'an swayed and felt dizzy.

I felt a distinct weakness in my body, several times stronger than when I lost more than 300 drops of blood last time.

His face visibly turned pale.

"Just as expected."

"Compared to blood and lifespan, the loss of essence and vital energy is the most obvious."

Han Ping'an took a deep breath, steadied himself, and looked at his palm.

The tree insect was gone, replaced by a completely new small insect that was somewhat similar in appearance and size.

Its skin was still grayish-white, but the patterns on its wings were stained with blood.

He held the insect up to his eyes and could clearly see that its wings had a sharp edge, and its small mouthparts were even more piercing.

"The changes are huge."

Let's look at the panel again.

[The Bloodwing Insect is as fast as lightning, with blood wings as sharp as blades. Its mouthparts bite and crave blood, paralyzing and nourishing it with blood. The method of its refinement involves consuming thirty drops of blood and imprinting a mark on the Life Cauldron.]

"I want my blood too..."

The Black Cauldron.

Han Ping'an was speechless for a moment.

However, a mere thirty drops of blood is nothing.

The safest way is to imprint the mark on the Life Cauldron.

Immediately, he activated the Life Cauldron with a single thought.

Swish!

Losing thirty drops of blood felt almost nothing, but in return, I felt a connection being established between myself and the Bloodwing Insect.

"go."

Han Ping'an slightly raised his hand.

Swish!

The bloodwing beetle flapped its wings and took flight, moving with lightning speed.

In the blink of an eye, it flew out of the grocery store.

"That's fast."

Swish!

The bloodwing beetle returned to the shop, darted around inside, and finally landed on the table.

Han Ping'an smiled and said, "The key is its small size. With such speed, it's practically a weapon for surprise attacks."

I'll have to find an opportunity to try the bloodthirsty and paralyzing effects later.

Use people to test.

Now, let's drink some blood first and see.

Han Ping'an got up and went to the kitchen.

The medicine would take a while, so he took out a small bottle from his medicine bag, which contained snake blood.

I bought extra.

He opened the bottle and threw the bloodwing beetles inside.

Gudong!

The snake blood in the bottle disappeared at a rate visible to the naked eye.

In just three breaths, it was completely clean, not a single trace left.

The bloodwing beetle leaped out of the small bottle and hovered in front of Han Ping'an.

Its mouthparts were slightly open, its wings fluttered slightly, and the bloodstains on its markings appeared even more refined.

"Raising this little thing will probably cost a lot of money."

Nourished by blood, as the body improves, the required quality of blood also needs to be higher and higher.

But this little thing must be raised.

Han Ping'an felt that one was still not enough.

Let's get three.

He only needs to eat one a day, otherwise he feels that if he were to experience that sudden feeling of weakness, he might collapse on the spot.

The thought flashed through his mind, and Han Ping'an raised his hand to hold the bloodwing insect, suddenly having a brilliant idea.

"Bite me."

hiss!

A sharp pain shot through my palm.

It felt as if a small, sharp instrument had pierced my flesh.

Immediately afterwards, he felt his entire hand completely lose sensation.

So you've been paralyzed?

Han Ping'an's expression changed, and he quickly mobilized the Yin energy in his body to drive his blood and qi to his palms.

A few breaths later.

The numbness in my palms gradually returned, but the back of my hands turned white and lacked blood flow, leaving me feeling weak.

Good guy.

Han Ping'an shook his hands repeatedly to calm himself down, and looked at the bloodwing insect with lingering fear.