Starting with the flesh-based stimulant

Zhou He suddenly remembered.

Inside the dilapidated temple, the peddler had thrown a few pieces of candy. I just happened to bump into them, so I did as he said and went out to talk to the peddler.

Peddler, peddler.

Walking through the streets and alleys is not just about selling goods; it also involves bargaining for goods and bartering.

Zhou He stood there like an outsider.

This was a rare opportunity to gather information, and he paid close attention, keeping an eye on the battlefield while pondering the situation.

They didn't want to miss the slightest abnormality.

Sure enough, just as the carpenter unlocked the wooden box and before he could even put the axe inside, Madam Qin suddenly spoke, her voice clear and melodious yet filled with sorrow:

"The colorful ball hit the poor man."

My father broke off the engagement and turned his back on me.

The Prime Minister's residence has driven my Xue Lang away.

Three slaps of the palm sent Baochuan flying.

Wang Baochuan.

When he first spoke, the carpenter was still holding the wooden box, but when the first box fell, he stopped what he was doing and stared at Qin Niangzi.

After the first line was sung, a look of reluctance appeared on his face.

When he sang the "three claps" part, he suddenly sat down on the ground, looking exhausted, and clapped his hands and slapped his knees, one after another, forcefully.

The box naturally fell to the ground, and the axe in his hand also fell down.

Taking advantage of this moment, the peddler took out a few copper coins from his pocket and threw them at the white carpenter, which landed right in the white carpenter's hand.

Chen Erlu shouted:

"I've already quoted a high price, but it's just for a moment. It's not like I'm not going to pay it back. Please, as a good friend, do me the favor, okay?"

After saying this, the carpenter's face showed both sorrow and anger. His lips twitched, but his hand moved on its own, and he threw the axe directly at the other person.

The peddler reached out and caught the axe, then with a swift and decisive stroke, chopped off the tree roots that were wrapped around his body.

The tree root lay on the ground, still writhing, constantly moving towards the peddler.

The peddler scrambled his legs on the ground, dodging tree roots while trying to stomp them to death.

Zhou looked at it and felt that it looked somewhat familiar.

It looks more like they're tap dancing.

"Oh, Uncle Tao, even if the deal falls through, we can still be on good terms. You're incredibly powerful, so please, show some restraint. How about I pay you to save my life?"

"Buy my life? You're probably trying to trick me into selling my life to you, aren't you?"

Grandpa Momokawa finally spoke, suppressing his anger, and continued:

"I'm not going to fight you two anymore. I'll find someone to collect the basin myself."

After saying that, his fleshy head began to contract again, as if it were about to disperse, and he left just like he had done in the forest last time.

Seeing this, the peddler stopped fooling around, letting the tree roots grow into the ground, and stood the flowerpot upright, his expression becoming serious.

"We went to great lengths to invite you here because we had business to discuss. Now that the deal has fallen through, please don't be in such a hurry to leave."

After saying that, he crossed his hands and dug some soil from the ground that had been broken by tree roots and put it into the flowerpot. Then he took a water bottle from the car and poured water into the flowerpot with a "glug-glug" sound.

"Good soil, good water, I'll add some good fertilizer for you, please move to another place."

Without him making any move, Grandpa Taochuan's hunched-up head slowly froze in place.

The peddler continued:

"You're not at a loss either. Taochuan is a poor and remote place, but my flowerpot is a treasure. The soil and water are also good. You should thank me."

Grandpa Taochuan seemed to be trying to struggle.

But he was trapped inside that fleshy ball made of human skin. Through the skin, Zhou He could clearly see something swirling like smoke inside the fleshy ball.

Is that Grandpa Taochuan?

Zhou He vaguely understood.

Qin Niangzi's singing stopped.

The carpenter, now looking dejected, no longer had the natural ease and relaxation he once had; his cloudy eyes were darting around.

The smoke inside Grandpa Taochuan's fleshy skin was surging wildly, but the skin itself acted like a lock, confining and locking him.

The peddler squatted down in front of the flowerpot, stroking it with his hands and muttering to himself:

"The basin is made of wood, and the good water is spread into a river."

Please come in and have a seat. (This is a traditional Chinese custom.)

After muttering to himself, the peddler pointed at the flowerpot and looked at Grandpa Taochuan.

Grandpa Taochuan's body was stiff, bound by leather straps, and he couldn't get out no matter what he did. At this moment, hearing the peddler's mutterings, his face became more and more ugly.

The next moment, his legs fell to the ground, and two human faces in his palms opened their mouths wide, screaming silently.

The fleshy ball that had been suspended in mid-air fell to the ground, rolling "glug glug" as it rolled toward the peddler's flowerpot.

The fleshy head rolled past Zhou He, and Zhou He could vaguely see a human face made of smoke inside the almost transparent skin. The face had its mouth wide open, and it had a full beard and hair, each strand standing up.

But it continued to roll steadily and slowly.

Zhou He now felt even more wary of the peddler.

Zhou He patted the brim of his fisherman's hat and chuckled again.

Why think so much now?

Anyway, I'm already on the chessboard, a pawn.

Just look at this chess player, when will he use that big hand to grab himself, and where will he put himself?

And when, let me go and exchange the cards.

"Madam Qin, stop."

The old carpenter sighed, stood up from the ground, picked up the wooden box, and gestured to the peddler to return his axe.

Qin Niangzi gave the peddler a questioning look, and when he nodded, she took her dressing case back.

"Carpenter Bai, are you heading back?"

"What can I do if I don't go back? I owe Master Taochuan a favor, not my life."

The carpenter's expression wasn't very good either. He put away his tools, turned around, pulled out a few boards from the stall, and swung his axe. In just a few strokes, he had chopped out a rough-looking wooden bird shape.

Nodding to the peddler, the white carpenter mounted his wooden bird and sighed deeply.

"I'm sorry, Uncle Taochuan."

Without turning back, it muttered a few words, and the wooden bird, as if possessed, rolled its eyes a few times, flapped its wings, and flew into the sky.

Before long, they disappeared from sight.

They didn't even bother with the stalls on the ground.

Seeing that he had left, the peddler grinned again, showing his teeth, and looked at Old Man Taochuan, who was now very close:

"Uncle Tao, I sincerely want to do business with you, so please agree to my offer."

"You damn donkey, can you stop talking so rudely?"

Qin Niangzi rolled her eyes at her.

The peddler chuckled twice, tilted the flowerpot slightly, and waited for Grandpa Taochuan to crawl in.

"Young Master Zhou, it's your turn to make a move."

After Grandpa Taochuan entered the flowerpot, the peddler turned towards Zhou He and waved with a grin.

Zhou He adjusted his fisherman's hat, hiding his face in the shadows, and reached into his pocket to retrieve the knife he had tucked inside.

"Young master, please think it over. Some waters are deep, and some are dirty."

Behind him, Old Han suddenly spoke.

Zhou He shook his head, then smiled at him:

"The water is deep enough to not drown a tall person, and the water is dirty... but it won't soil your clothes. Butler Han, I should get back to work."

Having said that, he took off and slowly walked into the field.

In the flowerpot, Grandpa Taochuan seemed to have resigned himself to his fate, and the smoke inside the leather had stopped moving.