Starting with the flesh-based stimulant

When Zhou He reached the peddler, he stopped in his tracks.

"Mr. Chen, it's been a long time."

The peddler grinned, seemingly a little embarrassed.

"Young Master Zhou, when we do business, we make profits and losses, and we're even."

Zhou He knew that he was referring to the time when the man had lied to him about a big business deal, but then offered him up to Grandpa Taochuan.

But he had already figured it out; the other party's plan was not that simple.

But now is not the time to dwell on this.

Zhou He shook his head and smiled:

"What do you want me to do?"

The peddler didn't rush to speak. Instead, he sniffed the air as if taking a sniff, and then slowly said:

"Getting on track?"

Asking a question you already know the answer to.

Zhou He sneered inwardly, but remained silent.

He knew the peddler was putting on an act for Lao Han, but he didn't expose him. In any case, his role in this play was already set from the beginning.

The peddler, having been rebuffed, didn't mind, chuckled, and pointed to the flowerpot:

"With Young Master Zhou's help, we were able to sever Master Tao's karmic ties."

Zhou He frowned. "Severing the cause and effect? ​​So that's what it was all about."

He said no more and pulled out a knife from his pocket.

The knife was gleaming, and the yellow cloth handle was greasy.

Zhou He bent down, holding the knife in reverse, and drew a circle on the flowerpot.

No, I don't feel anything.

With his brows furrowed, Zhou He recalled what Boss Liu had done to him in the meat mine.

What's missing?

A mnemonic? No.

Zhou and Yinhe had a vague feeling about it.

"Young Master Zhou, are you short of travel funds?"

The peddler approached Zhou He, grinning and tilting his chin toward the distance.

money for the journey?

Yes, I'm short of travel expenses; I'm just starting out.

So using these techniques also requires money?

Speaking of consumption? Or is it that you need to have enough money to back up your funds before you can use techniques?

Zhou He nodded silently and looked at the peddler.

The peddler pointed to the distance where Grandpa Taochuan had been standing, his legs still planted on the ground, his hands hanging on the floor, connected by a layer of skin.

"Top-quality meat, two tenderloins, not often seen, even I'm drooling over it."

Zhou Heming understood, suppressed his discomfort, and walked towards Grandpa Taochuan's hands and legs.

Or rather, they walked towards the bodies of the two Qiu gods under the command of Master Taochuan.

Two pieces of freshly cooked meat.

In the two enormous hands, the faces of the two young men they had seen earlier were now so blurred that they were almost invisible.

Only two large mouths remained, gaping open as if trying to shout something or swallow something.

Zhou He pressed down on the brim of his hat, holding the knife close to his hand.

A familiar feeling of hunger filled Zhou He's mind.

Like water, memories flow and surface before Zhou and his eyes.

The two brothers, born of the same mother, grew up together. They bowed their heads at the feet of Master Taochuan and became disciples of Master Taochuan in the Qiu Shen (a type of shamanic practice).

They embarked on their journey together as incense-lighting boys, and debuted together as oil dolls.

Having saved up enough travel expenses, they passed through three checkpoints and now they have plenty of money.

Then, after peeling off the skin and drawing the portrait, they invited Master Taochuan.

Having been eaten by Grandpa Taochuan, now he's about to be eaten by himself.

Zhou He trembled slightly as he pinched the web of his hand and slowly exhaled.

"The God of Water?"

After calming down for a while, I felt that I had more money in my body. Looking at the flowerpot again, I could vaguely see many dense lines intertwined together.

Zhou He walked quickly over and bent down to look.

Sure enough, on the body of Grandpa Taochuan in the flowerpot, many illusory gray lines stretched into the distance.

Is this cause and effect?

He wielded his knife, slowly and methodically cutting along the lines, one by one.

The gray lines seemed somewhat afraid when they encountered Zhou He's knife, shrinking back to avoid it.

Zhou He's knife wasn't sharp, but the lines were deeply embedded in Tao Chuan's body, and soon there was no way to avoid them. When the knife touched them, it made a soft "hiss" sound and quickly broke off.

As the gray lines broke, the outer skin of Grandpa Taochuan cracked and fell off bit by bit, revealing the smoke inside, which slowly peeked out and took root in the flowerpot.

She seemed a little timid and shy, like a little girl stepping out of the door for the first time.

Soon, the smoke dissipated, and they all took root in the flowerpots. The gray threads were also cut off by Zhou He.

The peddler breathed a sigh of relief and reached out to put his arm around Zhou He's shoulder, but Zhou He gently turned around and dodged him.

"Young Master Zhou, we've avenged you. You see, taking half an old man's life, wouldn't you call that the biggest deal in Jincheng?"

Zhou He sheathed the knife, put it in his pocket, and sneered:

"Big business is big business, but as for helping me get revenge, there's no need to mention it."

The peddler smiled, then turned and cupped his hands in a respectful gesture towards Madam Qin:

"Thank you, Madam Qin. That's all for now. When I have time, I'll get you two boxes of better rouge."

Lady Qin also sneered:

"You heartless man, don't joke around. You can't pretend you don't know what I want."

The peddler, having met with two setbacks, felt a little embarrassed. He chuckled and picked up the flowerpots from the ground, putting them back on his cart.

Zhou He pressed the brim of his hat:

"The previous business deal is already completed. Mr. Chen, shouldn't you settle the payment for this deal with me? Oh, by the way, Mr. Chen still owes me something."

The peddler paused in packing his goods, and said in a muffled voice:

"Don't worry, I, Chen Erlv, am known for my word."

Zhou He stood still and nodded:

"That would be best."

After Chen Erlv finished tidying up the car, he waved to Zhou He, signaling him to move aside.

Zhou He stood aside and watched Chen Erlv's actions.

It's still that same rattle drum.

With two muffled thuds, the small beads tied with red thread struck the drumhead.

In the square, the crowds on the ground, both shrouded in sorrow and those still in a daze, opened their eyes and looked at the large pit that Grandpa Taochuan had created, whispering amongst themselves.

"When was this done? Why hasn't it made a sound?"

"I don't know. As for the carpenter, where did he go? I was thinking of buying two chairs to take home."

"Hey, where's the woman performing on stage?"

It seems they were unaware of the commotion just now.

Zhou He's eyes gleamed as he looked at the rattle drum in the peddler's hand.

This is a good item. In a world where mind control techniques are commonplace, anything that can make someone sober is probably not a simple thing.

The peddler noticed his gaze, grinned, and tucked the rattle drum into his pocket.

"Young Master Zhou, this thing is not for sale no matter the price."

Zhou He shook his head and stood beside him, while the peddler acted as if nothing had happened and continued to sell his goods.

Old Han, standing at a distance, bowed to Zhou He and then turned to walk into the tailor shop.

At this moment, Ga Gouwa also came over, nodded to Zhou He, and then pointed to his own ear.

Zhou He bent down, removed the cotton balls from his ears, threw them on the ground, and patted Ga Gouwa's head.

It seems we'll have to wait and see what this peddler is thinking.

However, it won't make a difference if we wait a little longer.