Starting with the flesh-based stimulant

Zhou He runs fast.

Li Ping was completely bewildered.

"My fault!"

Li Ping was still somewhat reluctant to part with his belongings.

Zhou He pulled him along, not having time to explain anything.

A gust of wind blew by, stirring up dust that stung our eyes.

Fortunately, whether you're a meat seller or a spirit medium, going out into the world will make your physical body stronger.

If he had been in his previous life's body, Zhou He probably wouldn't have been able to run more than a few steps before he was kneeling on the ground vomiting bile.

There was only one road to Mubu Mountain, and the two of them, without knowing which way to go, ran blindly.

It must be because the peddler was blocking the old lady that the invisible barrier that had previously blocked the peddler did not appear this time.

Zhou He and Li Ping ran with incredible speed, never stopping, until the sun was already setting and they had arrived at a place they had never seen before.

Before us was a sizable river, its waters flowing gently. Grass grew on the banks, some tall and some short, and under the setting sun, it appeared quite tranquil.

The two of them relaxed a little.

After all, the Goddess of Mount Bu is a local big shot, and she usually wouldn't go that far.

"Brother Zhou, we can't go on like this, we'll starve to death if we keep running."

Li Ping lay on the ground, panting like a dead dog.

Zhou looked over and saw Li Ping lying face down on the ground, his once round belly now flattened and even concave inward.

Zhou He was also tired, but he still managed to look back to make sure he really didn't see any pursuers before sitting down cross-legged and saying:

"This deal wasn't a loss, Mr. Li."

Li Ping, having regained some strength, rolled over like a turtle, took out the travel permit the peddler had given him, stuck it to his chest, and chuckled twice.

"It's definitely worth it, it's definitely worth it. It's just that it will be difficult to host a banquet like this at Mubu Mountain in the future."

Zhou He chuckled twice, looked around again, and asked:

"Mr. Li travels to many places, has he been here before?"

Li Ping frowned, tried to determine the direction, and shook his head:

"We're fast, so we're definitely out of Zuolong County's territory. We should ask around."

Zhou He stood up, looked around, and saw a sizable village on the other side of the river, with smoke already rising from the chimneys. He reached out and pulled Li Ping up.

Li Ping offered a hand, and was about to get up when he let out a cry of "Ouch!" and slumped back down.

"No, no, Brother Zhou, I'm starving, I have no energy left."

Zhou He frowned and asked, puzzled:

"What's wrong with Mr. Li?"

It took Li Ping a while to gather his strength before he could answer:

"All my energy is from eating. I already used up most of it while I was on the field, and now I've been running around all day."

Zhou He listened, seemingly finding this to be a characteristic of the cooking profession, and felt somewhat helpless:

"Should I get you something to eat now?"

After Li Ping finished speaking, he didn't even have the energy to nod; he could only blink in acknowledgment.

Zhou He had no choice but to settle Li Ping first and then follow the current to cross the bridge over the river.

Just then, after walking for less than ten minutes, we saw a boatman.

They shouldn't be called boatmen either.

Because behind the thin, short old man dressed in a black tunic was a raft with a sheepskin drum inflated, four hooves tied to two logs.

Over the years, the sheepskin has become glossy and dark brown, floating by the water.

Zhou He stepped forward, bowed respectfully, and asked:

"Sir, how much does it cost to cross the river on this raft?"

The old man listened, sized Zhou He up and down, put his pipe away at his waist, smiled, and said:

"Young man, you're still a student. Do you want to cross the river?"

Zhou nodded.

The old man casually untied the hemp rope binding the stake by the riverbank, and used the pole to prop it up, saying:

"It's a business with no capital investment. I'm going back to my village anyway, I can just take you across the river, no money needed!"

Zhou He cupped his hands in greeting, unzipped his leather bag, and stepped onto the shaky sheepskin raft.

The old man plunged a pole into the water, and the raft drifted a few steps away, singing:

"Hey yo lo wei!"

I'm going to use a long bamboo pole to hit the Dragon King, but Dragon King, don't blame me!

Wash the sheepskin and make a raft, little sheep, don't blame me!

I'm taking my distinguished guest across the river on a raft. Please don't blame me, distinguished guest!

Hey yo lo wei!

The sound was old and long; the pole was driven deep, and when it emerged from the water, it brought forth flowers.

The sheepskin raft was stable, and without the slightest jolt, Zhou He saw it, and they reached the center of the river.

The river was calm, and there was no wind. Strangely, there was a whirlpool, not very big, but it was right in front of the raft.

"Honored guest, would you prefer wonton noodles or sliced ​​noodles?"

The old man smiled honestly, turned around, and stuck a pole into the water to stop the raft.

Zhou He seemed not to have reacted yet, his eyes vacant as he stared at the water's surface.

The old man, with his feet on the raft, half-hopped and half-walked closer, reaching out to shake Zhou and his shoulder.

"Whoosh!"

The knife was gleaming.

The yellow ribbon, soaked in oil, became slippery and tangled around Zhou He's wrists, then poked into the old man's chest.

The old man didn't have time to react.

"puff!"

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and Zhou He dodged to the side, drawing his knife and slicing it across the old man's throat.

"Giggle"

The old man's eyes were glazed over, his hand still raised in mid-air, before he fell onto Zhou He's shoulder.

The force was extremely light, almost as if he were brushing dust off Zhou He's shoulders.

After putting away the knife, Zhou He took a half step back and almost stumbled.

The old man's body lay face down on the raft, with two wounds to his throat and chest, from which blood gushed and seeped into the river through the seams of the sheepskin. In just a few breaths, the water beside the raft turned red.

Fortunately, the setting sun was a beautiful red, so it wasn't too difficult to see clearly.

Taking a deep breath, Zhou He crouched down and pressed the knife against the old man's body.

The old man's memory was unremarkable, much like Zhou's guess.

This old man is indeed from the village across the river, and he usually helps people cross the river.

When they encounter outsiders, they also talk about wonton noodles and flat-knife noodles.

If the other party agrees and hands over all his money, the old man will spare him some dignity, throw him into the whirlpool, and kill him with two blows.

If they don't comply, I'll pull out a knife and chop them into four, five, six, or seven pieces, then throw them into the water.

He was indeed a professional in this trade, and Zhou He was familiar with it; he was a coachman.

In this world, whether it's a vehicle, a boat, a horse, or an ox, as long as it carries people on the road, once you take a road permit and go out, you're a driver.

In the memory, there was a familiar person who made Zhou He frown.

It was none other than the lacquer master whom the peddler had told him to find.

The other party happened to live in the village across the street, and was considered a respected elder in that village, so he had some prestige.

The old man's body, as Zhou He absorbed it, dissipated into ashes, leaving only the shadow of the setting sun in the red glow of the river.

In the village across the river, more wisps of smoke rose from the chimneys, drifting lazily towards the sky, forming a vast expanse.

With a sigh, Zhou He grabbed a pole, tested the water level, and, mimicking the old man's movements from his memory, steered away from the whirlpools towards the village on the opposite bank.