Starting with the flesh-based stimulant

He couldn't think about it for more than a moment.

Zhou He then made a decision.

He cannot back down.

Not to mention that his opponent is definitely more familiar with the layout of the village than he is, dragging the battlefield into it would only be a death sentence.

Zhou He couldn't possibly do that, given the possibility of getting the lacquer craftsman's entire family involved just by entering the village.

There aren't many people in this world who have shown you kindness.

Zhou He wiped the blood off his face, straightened up, and squinted at the person opposite him.

The karmic threads of the seven people are intertwined, making it impossible to distinguish who is who, let alone find a starting point.

Moreover, the positions where the group stood vaguely resembled a battle formation, meaning that no matter which direction one moved in, they would inevitably be attacked by the rest of the group.

Even if I put aside my concerns now and turn to run back to the village, I will be caught up with very quickly.

"A dead end?"

Zhou He pressed down on his student cap to calm himself down.

It's not a dead end.

I have at least three ways to break this deadlock.

He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he had made his decision.

"Perfect opportunity to test your skills."

Opening the black hard leather bag, Zhou He knelt on one knee and flung out the lighter he had obtained from Chen Hai at Jincheng University.

Under the cover of night, a flame rose up.

Three incense sticks were lit, and the bluish smoke spread out, clearly visible even in the pitch-black night sky, rising straight upwards.

On the other side, the red-faced man and several companions, holding torches, formed a battle formation. After exchanging a few words, they paid no attention to Zhou He's actions. The red-faced man took the lead and charged towards Zhou He's position like a sharp sword.

The distance wasn't far to begin with, and the group didn't rush too slowly.

The red-faced man raised his right hand high like a knife. As soon as he entered the attack range, he roared and slashed down.

For a moment, it even had the aura of splitting the heavens and the earth.

The gust of wind stirred up a preemptive strike, landing on Zhou He's hat brim.

Zhou remained unmoved, shouting:

"Grandpa Zhang Gong, please help me!"

"when!"

The loud noise made the red-faced man and the people behind him sway a few times.

The red-faced man at the front of the group changed his expression drastically.

He felt as if his seemingly inevitable strike had struck a giant mountain made of cast metal.

The force of the rebound almost caused him to lose his grip on the technique, and his arm was nearly dislocated.

"What?!"

He was both shocked and angry, and didn't have time to think it through.

He switched hands, raised them high, and using the momentum of his run, leaped into the air and brought the knife down viciously.

"Swish"

The gleaming blade obscured the torches, its bright light about to fall upon Zhou He.

"when!"

It was the same loud noise again, but this time, the red-faced man wasn't so lucky.

The force of the recoil forced his arm to swing backward a full circle, tearing all the connecting tendons and muscles, leaving only a layer of skin hanging on.

Zhou He stood up from where he stood, looking at the other person with icy eyes.

The red-faced man endured the excruciating pain, gritted his teeth, and stared at Zhou He with bloodshot eyes.

And the shadow formed by wisps of green smoke that floated out of thin air behind Zhou He.

It was a tall and muscular figure.

Its face was hidden in the blue smoke, its features indistinct and its body lacking any detail.

However, it seemed that he was carrying a longbow on his back.

The figure was now holding Zhou He with his hands behind his back, head bowed, as if he didn't care about them at all.

"What is this?!"

The red-faced man was both in pain and annoyed, but he still managed to ask a question.

Zhou He propped up the brim of his hat, revealing his delicate face stained with blood beneath his medium-length hair, his eyes holding an indescribable expression.

But a smile played on his lips, a mocking smile:

"I'm just a servant boy who lights incense to invoke the gods; can't you even recognize me, my friend?"

The red-faced man's expression turned ugly.

Incense-lighting boy?

The title for Qiu Shenxing when he goes out.

This is probably the kind of opponent that most people in lower-level professions least want to encounter.

In other professions, once you pass the test and leave the profession, you'll mostly just be physically stronger than the average person and have some unique characteristics.

It wasn't until the second stage that I started to develop some skills.

Just like myself, it was only after passing the second stage of the blacksmithing trade that I gained the skill to hone my body.

But the way of Qiu Shen is different.

Whether a boy who burns incense is powerful or not depends entirely on the god he worships.

If the god is strong enough, even if he is just a servant boy who goes out to light incense, as long as he burns incense and invites the god, he can easily defeat any other profession below the third level.

If it were any higher, it would require a skinned portrait to be brought down.

But the god before him was so powerful that he couldn't understand him at all.

Does simply burning incense possess such power?

The red-faced man reached out to stop his companion from pulling him away and asked:

"You're not a sex worker?"

Zhou He smiled even more happily:

"Do you see how tattered my clothes are?"

Yes.

Meat vendors can only wear tattered clothes.

Even for top-tier experts at levels four, five, or six, the rules of this industry cannot be changed.

But the red-faced man still couldn't understand.

Previously, when Zhou killed another person on his side, the one who was riding a bicycle.

It's clear that they're using the same method as the "flesh-cutting customer" who cuts off the cause and effect.

The red-faced man regretted that he had wasted time reorganizing the formation.

If we had rushed forward earlier and used our knives, we could have killed those incense boys in just a few blows!

But he insisted that the other party was a sex worker.

In order to avoid severing the cause and effect, they came up with the idea of ​​moving together.

This method is certainly not wrong.

The mistake was that from the very beginning, I misjudged the other party's profession!

Having figured out the crux of the matter, he was quite straightforward; he simply plopped down on the ground, tossing his broken arm behind him, and said in a deep voice:

"Friend, is there any room for negotiation?"

Zhou He shook his head.

From the moment he decided to invoke the gods, he knew clearly that all the people in front of him would die.

For no other reason than that.

All professions in this world are incompatible.

Only I, for some unknown reason, am able to work in two different professions.

Even the peddler didn't know about this.

Even Grandpa Zhang Gong behind him was unaware.

But if we let this red-faced man go...

Zhou He closed his eyes, then opened them again a few seconds later, chuckling softly:

"Sir, you also want to eat meat, and so do I."

"Who gets the meat, that's a matter of skill."

"Don't worry, I'll keep your travel expenses."

Having said that, he stopped looking at the other person and instead turned to bow slightly to Grandpa Zhang Gong, saying softly:

"Grandpa Zhang Gong, hurry up!"

Grandpa Zhang Gong didn't seem to think Zhou He had done anything disrespectful.

He had none of the airs one would expect from a powerful god, and Zhou He even faintly heard laughter.

"Snap"

The sound of two palms clapping came from behind.

Grandpa Zhang Gong vanished into thin air.

The three incense sticks that Zhou He was holding in his palm burned out and fell to the ground.

Turning around, I saw a pile of mangled flesh.

I didn't see any signs of pain. Just as he said, Grandpa Zhang Gong gave the people opposite him a quick death.

Zhou He didn't waste any more time, so he took out his knife and ate his fill with the others.

The money in his body finally began to accumulate.

Putting away the knife, Zhou He picked up the basket he had placed aside, lit a torch, and walked towards the river.