Starting with the flesh-based stimulant

The peddler smiled mysteriously when he heard Zhou He say this:

"In business, it's all about adapting to the times. When peaches are in season, I buy peaches; when tobacco leaves are in short supply, I sell tobacco leaves... Taochuanwozi is a good place, don't you think, Brother Zhou?"

Zhou He knew there was a hidden meaning in his words, but couldn't find anything to say for a moment. He looked around at the peach tree in the yard and nodded.

"It is indeed a good location—did you choose it, or did Yongqiang choose it?"

Upon hearing Yongqiang's name, the peddler retracted his bared teeth, pursed his lips, and seemed to have thought of something before finally speaking:

"Jincheng is gone, and Daocheng is gone too," he said, pulling a wooden plaque from his pocket, identical to the one Yongqiang had given Zhou He. It even looked like an iPhone 4s. "When I first got the plaque, I could send a message and get hundreds of replies in no time. Now, most of them are probably gone."

The peddler's voice was deep, and his expression became unusually serious:

"Brother Zhou, this world is unfair."

Zhou remained silent; he certainly knew that the world was unfair.

A perfectly good doctor, in the blink of an eye, becomes meat, naked and placed on an altar, waiting to be eaten.

The peddler placed the wooden sign on the table and slowly said:

"Actually, sometimes I can't tell either."

Zhou He frowned. "Can't tell what?"

"I can't tell if I'm dreaming or not, Brother Zhou. I've been in this world for twenty years."

"In my past life, I sold insurance, haha, so it was a good match for my major, wasn't it? But I was really bad at it, terrible at everything. When I first came to this world, I thought I'd hit the jackpot and become the protagonist of a novel... Do you read web novels?"

Zhou He shook his head; he preferred watching movies.

The peddler didn't seem to care, continuing his monologue as the peach tree's branches chewed against each other, making a clicking, grating sound that was rather annoying.

"Look at this world, isn't it a bit awkward? There are asphalt roads, motorcycles, and glass, but there's no systematic technology."

"We brought all these things, Brother Zhou. We all thought we were the chosen ones, working on technology and revolution. Of course, there are also those who see this world as a Gara-gemu world—have you ever seen a Gara-gemu heroine who, once she takes off her clothes, is covered in mouths?"

For some reason, Zhou He felt that the peddler's words were incredibly vivid.

Before him seemed to be a woman whose entire body was covered in mouths, with teeth inside. When she opened and closed her mouths and smiled, her whole body seemed to be smiling.

Zhou He wasn't scared at all; he had gotten used to the strangeness of this world.

The peddler trembled involuntarily, and Zhou He narrowed his eyes.

It seems that this friend who plays with gala wood might actually be someone else.

The familiar "I Have a Friend" series.

"Let's not talk about those sad things," the peddler gasped, "and later we realized that this world couldn't accept us."

"Or rather, this world has no place for anyone."

"We are meat, and they are meat too; it's just a matter of whose chopping board we're on and who's going to eat us."

"Brother Zhou, this wooden sign," the peddler placed his hand on the sign, "keep it close to your body. When you want to contact me, press that button to speak, and I'll receive your message. If it vibrates, pick it up and look at it; it might be a message from me—of course, it would be even better if it were someone else's message."

"By the way, back to business, we'll be going to get some new meat in a few days and head to the Li family's place."

Zhou He shook his head, neither agreeing nor disagreeing: "I need two things."

The peddler clicked his tongue and said, "We're both from Earth, and in this life-or-death situation, you're still talking to me about payment?"

"Didn't you say that one thing should be kept separate from another, Mr. Chen? First of all, I need your rattle drum, or something similar that can keep me conscious."

Putting aside the fact that both the peddler and Madam Qin possessed the ability to bewitch people, Zhou He had already been overwhelmed by the feeling of his mind churning during those few days in Jincheng.

"Secondly, I need something to cover me up. You know, there are some things I don't want too many people to know."

The peddler lifted one leg, sat diagonally on the stone bench, pondered for a long time, and then gritted his teeth:

"Hey, this is going to be tough."

Zhou He stood up and pulled down the brim of his hat:

"Mr. Chen is very resourceful and has a wide circle of friends. Finding another sex worker wouldn't be difficult for him. I'm going back to Tuozi Township now."

After saying that, he turned and left.

The courtyard wasn't very big, and Zhou He walked quite slowly, showing no intention of deliberately slowing down.

"Hey, Brother Zhou, you're being too polite. Yes, yes, we have what you're looking for."

The peddler finally spoke.

Zhou smiled. It seemed the peddler hadn't lied to him; he really hadn't been a good insurance seller in his past life.

He's not exactly a very successful businessman.

Zhou He turned around and sat back down on the stone bench, waiting for the peddler to speak.

"Brother Zhou, I have plenty of things here to keep you conscious. If it's just a technique to bewitch or captivate, it's not that difficult. But then again," the peddler rummaged in his pocket for a long time but found nothing. Zhou looked more closely and realized that he wasn't looking for anything at all.

He clearly put his hands inside his clothes and rubbed the mud off his body.

"Brother Zhou, this item alone is enough to make this deal worthwhile. How about you subsidize it a bit more?"

Zhou He was somewhat speechless.

"Mr. Chen, you're not doing business honestly. In these tense times, besides me, do you dare to hire any other meat customers? Don't forget, you're still a piece of wild meat."

The peddler shook his head helplessly and softened his voice:

"That's true, but I'm really at a disadvantage—how about this, I'll teach you a method that will make your words and actions unclear to others. How about that?"

Zhou and Zihe agreed and waited for the peddler to bring out the goods.

The peddler first took out a small drumstick, with a clean wooden handle and a small ball wrapped in red cloth.

"If you encounter any trouble, tap this drumstick once. The sound of the drum will clear your mind for a while. But be careful, you can only tap this drumstick three times a day, or it will become useless."

Zhou He took the drumsticks, somewhat puzzled, and asked:

"Where did all these items come from?"

"Of course, I earned it by going door-to-door!" The peddler, somewhat flustered, raised his voice a little, paused, and then continued:

"Sometimes when I come across something nice, I've borrowed a few things, but this one is really one I bought."

Zhou smiled, neither saying he believed nor disbelieved.

"Mr. Chen, there's a second one."

"These drumsticks are a deposit. The second thing will be given to you after the work is finished. Don't worry, I'll protect you. Brother Zhou, you don't need to think too much."

Zhou He nodded, then suddenly asked:

"Why have you been calling me Brother Zhou all day instead of Young Master Zhou?"

Upon hearing Zhou He's question, the peddler smiled mysteriously:

"Young Master Zhou, didn't you go out?"