Starting with the flesh-based stimulant

Clearly, the peddler was not actually injured by Grandpa Momokawa's attack.

Although the other party's tree full of peaches looked quite dangerous.

But since the peddler had the audacity to steal the other party's important items from the jaws of death, and even went so far as to swagger out to lure out Master Taochuan, he must have been prepared.

Sure enough, although his body was covered with strange peaches with mouths, he didn't seem to be really hurt.

"Oh dear, Grandpa Peach, I really don't like your peaches."

With a grumble, the peddler pulled a small bag wrapped in newspaper from his inner pocket.

When I shook it open, I found it contained yellow powder.

He smeared the powder all over himself, and wherever he smeared it, the peaches that were clinging to the peddler and gnawing on his flesh would fall off him one by one.

The once pink and rosy peach skins were now filthy, as if months had passed in just a few minutes.

The peach skin withered and fell off, and the peach pits fell out, clattering on the ground.

For a moment it looked as if it had rained.

Grandpa Taochuan's face grew increasingly grim.

"You damned donkey, are you really determined to fight me to the death?"

The peddler chuckled and finally found the flowerpot in his cart, the one Zhou had seen before in the dilapidated temple.

"I knew it! I can't do without any of the treasures in this car."

He paid no attention to what Grandpa Taochuan was saying, and shook off the peaches all over himself. Most of his legs were buried in the peach pits and the stinking water from the rotting peaches. He carefully held the flowerpot and stood up straight.

"Sir, I, Chen Erlv, am not an unreasonable person. How about I return your basin to you?"

"Beast! Beast!"

Grandpa Taochuan was so angry that he trembled all over, his legs and arms shaking uncontrollably.

He recognized the flowerpot.

Chen Erlv frowned, looked at the rotten peach beside his leg with some disgust, and sighed:

"Uncle Tao, you're a peach yourself, don't you feel any heartache seeing these little ones die?"

Zhou He paused, startled, in the distance.

It seems that from the very beginning, the peddler always addressed Grandpa Tao as "Grandpa Tao".

Now they've made it even clearer that the other party is also a peach.

Could it be that in this world, besides this strange meat, there are other strange professions and even demons that have become spirits?

Are there ghosts?

Where is God?

Could it be that the spirits worshipped by those Qiu Shen are truly gods... or are they some kind of demons that have become spirits?

He had a vague understanding, but it wasn't quite clear to him.

Strangely enough, in this chaotic battlefield, the peddler and Master Tao, and Madam Qin and Carpenter Bai were all fighting each other in pairs, but no one was taking care of him.

Even Lao Han, who had warned him earlier, was now just standing not far away, looking up at the four people in the room without saying a word.

Although Zhou He had deduced that the peddler had lured him here to use his identity as a "flesh cutter," he had no idea when or how he would use it.

Now that things have come to this, all he can do is wait.

In the middle of the field, the peddler had already taken a large broom made of bamboo. Like an ordinary person, he bent over and swept vigorously with both hands, creating a space around himself.

As for Grandpa Tao, who was rooted in the ground, no one knew what he was thinking.

Surprisingly, they didn't attack the peddler again.

The atmosphere in the room became increasingly strange.

Qin Niangzi and Bai the carpenter, one waving her water sleeves, the other shaving in the air with an adze.

Grandpa Taochuan stood at a distance, his brows furrowed and his eyes glaring, but he made no move.

For a moment, there was an odd harmony.

After finally sweeping the area around him a bit cleaner, the peddler placed the flowerpot on the ground, spat twice into his palms, rubbed his hands together, and carefully placed the flowerpot on the ground.

"Uncle Tao, this flowerpot has a special history. Let me tell you about it."

Grandpa Taochuan didn't speak; he closed his eyes.

The peddler didn't mind, and like a small-time merchant facing a difficult customer, he shamelessly continued his introduction:

"This flowerpot is made of wood," he said, turning to look at the white carpenter with a smile, and continued:

"Of course, I'm not a white carpenter. I'll continue, and you can continue listening."

"This flowerpot was made at a high price by an old farmer who is good at growing all kinds of fruit trees. It's not very useful, though. Grandpa Peach, can you guess what it is?"

The peddler grinned at Old Man Taochuan, and without waiting for a reply, answered his own question:

"Perfect! It's a perfect fit for growing fruit trees!"

As he spoke, the peddler's voice grew heavier, and he emphasized each word of the final phrase "a match made in heaven" before slowly continuing:

"Uncle Tao, I see that the soil and water in your Taochuan village aren't very good. How about I take the liberty of helping you move to a different place?"

"Consider this my way of showing my respect to you. I won't charge you more than I should, but I'll take half your life. Do you think this deal is worthwhile?"

His expression turned cold and stern as he stared intently at Grandpa Taochuan.

Grandpa Taochuan remained silent, as if he couldn't see or hear anything.

The peddler wasn't in a hurry; he waited with a cold smile for Master Taochuan's reply.

Meanwhile, the white carpenter, his eyes darting around, suddenly let out a cold snort:

"Old carpenter, let me be fair, Erluzi, you're young and hot-blooded. Where in business is there such a thing as forcing someone to buy or sell?"

Before the peddler could speak, Madam Qin sneered:

"If you're not ambitious, are you even a young person? You're practically halfway to your death, still dreaming of a better future?"

Having said that, without even moving her water sleeves, she took out a small box from her bosom, which looked like a small box for storing rouge and powder, and opened it without saying a word.

The box grew as soon as it was exposed to the wind, and in an instant it became extremely large. It opened its mouth irrationally toward the white carpenter, like a gaping maw, and viciously bit down.

"Trying to teach a fish to swim!"

The white carpenter waved his hand, pulled out an axe, and chopped it down above his head.

"Kite~"

The giant axe struck the wooden box, producing a metallic clang.

"Hey! Old Peach, you're still as sleazy as ever."

The peddler suddenly spoke up.

Zhou looked up and saw the ground bulging and the asphalt road cracking, like blood vessels or like countless tentacles, all rushing towards the peddler.

It's a tree root, extending from the feet of Grandpa Taochuan.

With a fierce aura, it quickly entangled the peddler's legs, rendering him unable to move.

It's still climbing and will engulf the peddler in no time.

"Old carpenter, old carpenter, can I borrow your axe? I'm feeling a bit unwell."

The peddler kept shaking his head, dodging the tree roots of Grandpa Taochuan, which looked just like tentacles and were trying to burrow into his mouth, ears, and nostrils.

Zhou He was stunned for a moment. Could this really be lent out?

Turning around, I saw the old carpenter looking wary, taking out a wooden box with an iron lock, about to lock the axe in his hand.

He didn't even notice that Qin Niangzi's dressing case was still hanging above his head.