Starting with the flesh-based stimulant

"Young Master Zhou is a wealthy man, he doesn't lack travel expenses, but it's making this old man so envious."

Zhou He could even hear the old hunchback swallow his saliva with a "gulp" as he said those words.

"There are no rules in this world anymore."

After saying this, Zhou He knew that the old hunchback had made up his mind.

He no longer suppressed his greed!

Zhou withdrew all his will and pressed it all down on his right hand.

His right hand was inside the offering table, hanging down on the ground.

At this moment, several fingers were already responding to his call.

"Buzz—"

The hunchbacked butcher took a gleaming knife out of the box.

The knife was longer than a dagger, but shorter than the knife used by butchers.

The blade had a blood groove, and the handle was wrapped in yellow cloth, which was soaked in oil and left a long strip hanging behind the handle.

He rubbed the knife under his arm, swallowed hard, and peeked furtively out of the dilapidated temple. Finally, he couldn't help but laugh.

"As a meat merchant, how can you not eat meat?"

"Eating is fine, but we need to think of a way. We can't just use a knife in front of the Buddha."

"Besides, it's still the young master of the Zhou family's body, so we still need to think of a way."

The old hunchback took two more steps back, found a few pieces of broken brick, and placed the knife, tip up, in the center of the ground.

Zhou He saw the sly and smug look on the old butcher's face; it was a "smart man's" praise for coming up with a good idea.

"Humans kill for meat, and humans eat meat—it's only natural!"

He reached out and tested the knife, confirming it was secure, then slowly walked to the side of the offering table.

Zhou immediately closed his eyes, controlled his trembling muscles, and took the time to feel his body little by little.

The five fingers and forearm of my right hand have reconnected with my body!

The old hunchback's hands, greasy and smelly, slowly approached Zhou He's face.

It wasn't as rough as Zhou had imagined; on the contrary, it had a delicate yet cool feel to it.

It was as delicate and cool as a young woman.

With a "whoosh," goosebumps erupted from every one of Zhou He's 48,000 pores.

Those hands kneaded and explored Zhou He's face, chest, thighs... down to every part of his body.

He touched her harder and harder, becoming increasingly pleased, and even couldn't help but chuckle to himself, muttering:

"This is good meat. It's fine if Young Master Zhou doesn't eat it; it'll benefit this old hunchback!"

According to the rules of meat merchants, meat that the host doesn't want, but is placed on the offering table, incense is lit, and lamps are lit, is considered meat offered to Buddha.

If he were to use a knife, he would be stealing the Buddha's flesh.

The old hunchback obeys the rules.

But if this meat falls down on its own and happens to pierce the knife, then it means the Buddha is inviting it to eat meat.

He carefully traced the location of the knife on the ground.

If this lump falls from the table, the knife will pierce right into his chest, going straight through without any effort.

"Hey! Buddha is kind-hearted! Once we eat this piece of wild meat, we'll have the travel expenses for our 'on-the-road' butchering business."

Perhaps thinking of the sweet and delicious taste of "meat," the old hunchbacked butcher grinned, revealing his yellow teeth.

After saying that, he walked to the top of Zhou He's head, used both hands to press down on Zhou He's shoulders, and was about to throw him off the altar.

They're quite strong; after all, they have to carry meat on their backs, and you can't do this job without real strength.

Zhou He braced his forearm between the altar and the statue, gritting his teeth and enduring the pain.

He knew that if he were thrown down as the other party had planned, everything would be over.

"Hey! Why can't I move it... Is it stuck?"

The offering table was placed right next to the statue of the deity. The dilapidated temple was pitch black, and even the old hunchback couldn't see it clearly.

He went around to the front of the offering table, stood on tiptoe, trying to see what was inside, and got stuck on the piece of meat.

Because he wasn't tall enough and was also burdened by his hunchback, he could only grab Zhou He's right ribs with all his might, lift his leg with difficulty, and prepare to climb up to take a look.

The center of gravity is completely suspended in mid-air!

At that moment, Zhou He's survival instinct made the decision for him.

There is no second chance!

He suddenly opened his eyes and clenched his teeth once again.

"Damn it! Let's do it!"

He had been holding back his strength for who knows how long, and then he unleashed it all at once, from his right shoulder to his right arm to his right hand!

He slammed the entire weight of the right side of his body down onto the altar.

The hunchback, who was only supporting himself on one leg, lost his balance and fell backward when struck by the sudden force.

It fell very quickly!

It happened so fast I didn't even have time to react.

"puff."

The blade pierced through the hunchback and emerged, the warm blood gushing out rolling down the blood groove and falling back onto the hunchback's chest.

Zhou He saw his mouth open slightly.

Saliva dripped from the corner of his mouth, mixed with blood and foam, and dripped down his chin to his chest.

He seemed to want to say something, but only the sound of bubbles bursting came from his throat.

He glanced down at the tip of the knife protruding from his chest.

The old hunchback raised his head.

Looking at Zhou He.

The two men were two or three steps apart, one lying down and the other prone, separated by the knife protruding from the old hunchback's chest.

Zhou He was naked and trembling all over as he laboriously turned his head to look at the old hunchback.

Eyes facing each other.

The light in the old hunchback's cloudy eyes gradually dimmed, but his lips continued to move.

Four words, mumbled and unclear, as if squeezed out of his mouth through a layer of mud:

"Meat...open your eyes."

The sound was soft and sticky.

But the shock and fear remained undiminished.

Zhou He closed his eyes briefly.

He forcefully suppressed the discomfort he felt from having just killed someone.

While forcing her lips open with her teeth, she recalled all the information she had heard and seen since she opened her eyes.

After a long pause, some indistinct sounds came out:

"Hunchback, you're really brave."

Old Han had previously stated that his current body belonged to Young Master Zhou.

Zhou He wanted to take a gamble!

This world was too unfamiliar to him, and he wanted to use this identity to extract some information from the hunchback.

The old hunchback's pupils suddenly contracted, his sallow face turning panicked, and he spoke with difficulty, blood and saliva spurting from his mouth:

"You're not meat..."

Instead of following the explanation, Zhou He directly questioned:

"A thieving meat thief, and you call yourself honest? Who gave you the guts!"

The more I spoke, the more fluent and clear my speech became.

They also used some psychological pressure techniques.

The old hunchback's face grew even more ashen:

"Young Master Zhou, this old man is bewitched by meat! I'm so focused on passing the second hurdle, going from a meat carrier to a butcher."

Going out, setting out on the road, carrying meat, cutting meat...

Is this the power system of this world?

Zhou He pondered inwardly, but without revealing any extra expression on his face, and continued:

How dare you lay a knife on me?

"The old man thought, 'Young master, you've taken the medicine prescribed by the doctor, and you should be unconscious until the rooster crows tomorrow. I'll secretly take some wild meat from you to cover my expenses, and then offer your body to the Buddha. When the rooster crows, you won't be injured, and no one will be able to find out.'"

wrong!

Zhou He realized the problem.

Even if the other party pretends to be weak and on the verge of death.

But a dying person doesn't have the strength to say so much!

"Young Master Zhou, actually, this old man knows a secret that's related to the Li family. Come closer, and I'll tell you."

Zhou He's eyes turned cold.

With his right hand supporting his body and his fingers gripping the cracks in the bricks, he slowly pulled his numb body closer to the old hunchback.

It seemed like they were genuinely interested in his secret.

But he was unusually calm at this moment, his mind racing:

Did the knife actually pierce the other person's heart?

A hunchback can compress internal organs, and excess tissue may also cause the knife to shift.

As long as the other person still has a breath left, you are not out of danger.

That move was too risky.

What should I do?

Should we back off and wait for him to bleed out a little longer before he dies?

still......

No, we can't wait!

The thought crossed Zhou He's mind in less than a second before he made a decision.

If it were the world of his past life, Zhou He could wait, but in this strange world, Zhou He dared not wait.

Climb over there, and then kill him completely!

He climbed slowly, and the old hunchback was anxious, constantly calling out to urge him on.

Zhou He's eyes were wide open as dust kept seeping in.

The blood that had spurted from the old hunchback's chest earlier dripped greasyly from Zhou He's hair.

The old hunchback's lips stopped moving.

It looks like it's dead.

Zhou He continued to stare intently at him.

Zhou He's right hand finally touched the other man's tattered and dirty coat. He didn't stop, his eyes fixed on the old hunchback's eyes, his hand continuing to explore and grope downwards.

Even if the other person's chest has long since stopped rising and falling.

Like a withered old tree, his face was deeply lined with wrinkles, and his dim, cloudy eyes were closed.

The eyelids looked like two huge sheets of yellow paper, covering the eyeballs.

Zhou He's right hand touched a sharp piece of broken brick, which the old hunchback had prepared for Zhou He's "slaughtering ceremony."

It was also for the "slaughtering ceremony" he prepared for the old hunchback!

No, there's more!

There was also a cool, slippery feeling... He remembered that sensation!

It was the old hunchback's hand; he was also touching the broken bricks.

Zhou He's heart, which had been still all along, seemed to suddenly skip a beat. He gripped the brick tightly and stood still.

He's still alive!

Slowly close your fingers, grip the edge of the brick, and pull it outwards.

Kill him.

He must be killed.

He must be killed now!

Zhou He's heart, which had been still, began to beat.

It's like beating a drum.