Starting with the flesh-based stimulant

Old Tian.

The man I saw last night, with a face full of scars, not very tall, but with a burly build.

At this moment, everyone in the room was carrying various items and gathered around Li Ping in circles.

Tian Laogunzi, who had been hiding in the crowd, was then revealed.

At first glance, he didn't look much different from when I saw him yesterday, except that he had his hands behind his back and was carrying two unconscious people on his back.

One was Tian Jiabao, and the other was a plump and beautiful woman.

At this moment, the two people were leaning against each other, both fast asleep.

They all seemed unaware that they were sleeping soundly on someone else's back.

I don't know how Old Man Tian, ​​whose back isn't particularly wide, could carry two adult people.

Zhou He squinted and looked again; the causal threads connecting the three people were tangled together.

Others have clear, tangible lines pointing to people and things, some even have only a few. He had only ever seen such a chaotic line of cause and effect in one person.

Peddler Chen Erluzi.

Zhou He frowned and left the matter unresolved.

The crowd surrounded the cook, who raised the pot high and seemed to glance at Zhou He from afar.

Then the steam from the pot overflowed, swirled in the air, and turned into tiny columns of water mist, like little whirlpools, rushing into the noses of the men, women, and children surrounding them.

As soon as the mist entered his nose, the man immediately squatted down, mouth agape, drooling.

He didn't move at all, as if he had been paralyzed by pressure points.

Before long, only Li Ping and Tian Laogunzi remained standing in the arena.

Zhou He slowly walked forward.

He wasn't a seasoned veteran of the underworld, nor did he know how to handle such matters, but he had his own methods.

Gripping the knife tightly, Zhou He walked over to the group, first thanking Li Ping, then keeping a close eye on Tian Laogunzi.

Upon closer inspection, Old Man Tian's eyes were tightly closed, and he occasionally snored, as if he were still asleep.

Li Ping, on the other hand, seemed somewhat dazed, his face flushed and then turned deathly pale.

Zhou He ignored him and decisively reversed his grip on the knife, circling around Old Man Tian.

The knife cuts through the cause and effect with extreme smoothness; as soon as it touches the surface, there is a barely audible sound.

Zhou He didn't care about the tangled mess of cause and effect, or how it was going. As the knife turned, everything fell down and disappeared into the air.

After completing the round, Zhou He's expression turned somewhat unpleasant.

His knife could even cut through the karma of Grandpa Taochuan, so logically, cutting through an ordinary villager should also be a matter of karma being severed.

And that was indeed the case; Zhou He didn't even feel the depletion of his travel funds.

just.

After this cycle is complete, there is still a causal thread swaying in mid-air.

A section was drawn from Tian Laogunzi and the man and woman behind him, intertwined, and pointed straight towards the back mountain.

It wasn't that Zhou He intentionally wanted to leave this clue, but when his knife reached this point, his inner inspiration gave him a frantic warning.

This line must not be moved.

If they were to insist on cutting it off, Zhou and his existing funds would simply not be enough.

He will drain himself dry.

That's wrong, completely wrong.

Despite his immense status, Master Momokawa only took two lives, but that severed all causal connections, effectively cutting off Master Momokawa from all people and things in the world.

But what right do Tian Laogunzi and his gang have?

Even if there are some strange things, they are still just ordinary villagers and shouldn't have such heavy karma on their shoulders.

Zhou He turned around and gave Li Ping a shove:

"Mr. Li, something's not right."

Li Ping's expression changed instantly. Without paying any attention to Zhou He, he pulled out a piece of dark, oily meat from his pocket. It looked like some kind of animal meat, dried and cured. Without saying a word, he stuffed it into his mouth and, without even chewing, shoved it down his throat.

His previously somewhat emaciated belly suddenly became full.

Li Ping's expression softened slightly, and he said:

"Brother Zhou, we're in big trouble."

Zhou He waited for him to continue, but Li Ping, unusually talkative and inarticulate as usual, said briefly:

"I was just mesmerized. I've never seen this before. It must have been made by a master craftsman. Maybe it belonged to some old man."

Zhou He adjusted his hat.

Objects?

He suddenly remembered that when he was with the peddler earlier, he had wanted to ask where those magical objects came from.

However, the peddler joked around and didn't explain things clearly.

Can objects really be made by people?

So, am I already in deep trouble now?

His mind raced as he analyzed the situation carefully.

Judging from the direction the cause-and-effect line points, it's clearly towards the back of the mountain.

Behind Tianjiazhuangzi is the temple of the Goddess of Mubushan.

The peddler seemed to have mentioned that the old lady had been busy with something lately.

Is this what you've been busy with?

Even when the carpenter slaughtered the entire Li family in the village below, she did not show up.

Zhou He's expression grew increasingly grim, but he quickly regained his composure, a slight smile playing on his lips as he reassured Li Ping:

"Mr. Li is mistaken; this is not a bad thing."

Li Ping was already getting a little anxious:

"Brother Zhou, don't lie to me. How can this not be a bad thing? Maybe the old man has already arrived. We're just ruining his plans!"

Zhou He's smile became increasingly natural:

"Didn't I say that fortune favors the bold? Regardless of whose property it is, the owner isn't here now, is they?"

Hearing him continue like this, Li Ping immediately began to complain:

"Brother Zhou, don't be too greedy! I really am a fool, you've dragged me onto this pirate ship."

Zhou He touched his chin and nodded:

"Yes, we're in the same boat. Now I'd like to examine this object. Mr. Li, you're experienced in the ways of the world, do you know anything about it?"

Li Ping looked somewhat dejected, pointing at the blank-faced Tian Laogunzi:

"There's a type of man in the village who, if his wife is with another man, everyone except him knows it."

Zhou He nodded; it did match what he had heard last night.

"You should remember that last night I said I smelled some good ingredients. Now that I think about it, it must be the smell of this green turtle."

Zhou He raised an eyebrow. He could understand if the other party used a hanged ghost to make soup, but now this living green turtle could also be made into food?

Li Ping seemed to sense Zhou He's confusion and slowly explained:

"The delicious food that our chefs talk about is definitely not ordinary stuff. Most of it is related to people. The more resentful or obsessed a person is, the better the food they can make."

"But I have no idea what that big shot intends to do with this green hat."

Zhou He rubbed his chin, suddenly remembering that when he woke up after turning into flesh, he saw a newspaper that read:

"The lady and the old woman bought a lamp."