Starting with the flesh-based stimulant

"Snapped!"

The whip struck Zhou He's face, leaving a mark instantly.

Blood seeped out along the whip marks, narrowing Zhou He's eyes.

Without saying a word, he flicked his wrist, revealing the fragrance hidden in his sleeve.

"Snapped!"

Another lash struck his wrist, this time with even greater force.

Zhou's left hand muscles and tendons were exposed, with bright red blood, bluish-white tendons, and pale, half-exposed bone fragments vying to burst out.

The incense stick fell to the ground.

"Your household gods are quite approachable; you can summon them just by lighting incense?"

The old man with the hunchback smiled again, as if those two lashes hadn't been delivered by him.

When questioned, his attitude remained exactly the same as before.

Zhou He gritted his teeth and endured the excruciating pain, moving his body to try to get off the saddle.

A feeling of weightlessness came over him, making his heart rush upwards.

It fell very quickly, and Zhou He felt a sweet, metallic taste in his throat. He quickly clenched his teeth.

I even had the illusion that my internal organs were about to rush out of my throat.

"Bang!"

The saddle fell to the ground.

The four wooden legs rolled up backwards, instantly becoming extremely soft and flexible, tightly wrapping around Zhou He's thighs.

This is troublesome!

Zhou He's eyes showed some panic.

He knew that most of these high-ranking individuals had eaten a lot of meat.

They're probably all a bit crazy.

But things have been going smoothly lately, which has made him less vigilant.

In addition...

Thinking of this, Zhou He gritted his teeth again.

Add to that his own inexplicable thirst for knowledge and curiosity, and that contempt for death and injury that arose from nowhere.

Young Master Zhou.

Was I affected again?

This impact is terrifying.

It's not a genuine hypnosis or it's simply psychological interference.

Instead, without realizing it, one becomes adventurous and extreme in ways they are completely unaware of!

Bound by four wooden legs, Zhou He was completely oblivious to his predicament for a moment.

Instead, they are trapped in the fear of their own condition.

Yes, it's fear!

He hadn't felt such deep fear in a long time since he was killed by Grandpa Momokawa.

Even now, with his body bound and looking up at the porter who stood above him, holding a whip and sneering, Zhou He felt fear again.

Fear of death.

Fear of the unknown.

And, the fear of oneself...

He can suppress the first two through pre-set hypnotic switches; he is confident in his psychological suggestion skills.

But Zhou couldn't solve this last one!

My heart pounded like a drum, my vision was filled with crimson blood, and the entire dilapidated temple became hazy.

It's like looking at someone through a red cloth.

The old man carrying the load did not make any further movements.

He stared coldly at Zhou He, lost in thought.

Zhou He knew he had to say something to secure his survival.

What exactly does the other party want to hear?

It wasn't a plea for mercy; it certainly wasn't something he wanted to see himself kneeling down, tears streaming down his face, begging for forgiveness.

Otherwise, they would have already been dominating you from the start.

Instead of being as capricious as she is now.

He needs to use himself...

Zhou and Yin vaguely sensed a glimmer of hope.

Yes, the old man with the rickshaw needs to do it.

But what do I have to offer?

It has nothing to do with the identity of the meat seller.

No one knew that I had two professions, and probably the other party couldn't see through it either.

Right now, in front of the other party, I should just be a spirit medium for lighting incense.

Torches in the temple flickered in the blood-red curtain before us.

It's blurry and I can't see clearly.

However, Zhou He's mind became increasingly clear.

He spoke haltingly, his voice filled with suppressed pain:

"Does the 'Carrying Master' have a message for me to convey?"

The old man with the hunchback suddenly broke into a smile. His face, with its red lips and white teeth, spread out a smile that instantly won people's hearts.

"You're indeed clever—I went to check on you earlier, and you did things cleanly, but my old horse has a good eye. The god you worship is a meat merchant, isn't that right?"

They survived!

Zhou He breathed a sigh of relief, not bothering to consider the information conveyed in the other person's words, and replied directly:

"A boy who is devout to God will not speak carelessly."

He didn't answer directly, but the old man with the hunchback seemed to understand something, revealing a confident smile, and said directly:

"Tell your God I have something to ask of you."

Zhou He frowned, accidentally aggravating the whip marks on his face, letting out a soft cry of pain, and quickly said:

"It is inconvenient here. My god is a vegetarian and cannot bear to see bloodshed."

"Meat customers can't stand the sight of blood? Humph!"

The whip lashed out again, and Zhou He raised his left hand to block it.

The whip fell, but it only struck lightly, leaving no mark whatsoever.

"Tell him that I, the old man from Tuohe Village, want a way to cure the botulism."

Zhou He lowered his eyes and said:

"Listen to what Master Tuozi says."

"Bring me the solution in three days. You know how strong the driver's legs are, so don't get any funny ideas."

"Da da da"

The sound of horses' hooves circled around Zhou He, and flames blazed all around.

Then all was silent, not a sound could be heard.

Only the faint crackling of the burning torches remained.

The oil lamp that had been burning earlier had gone out.

The temple was quiet, and Zhou He sat on the ground.

The old man carrying a rickshaw is gone.

Zhou He gritted his teeth and tore off a piece of clothing from the thin, soft inner fabric. He first wiped the wounds on his face and cleaned the bloodstains, then used both his hands and mouth to bandage his left wrist.

He didn't think about escaping.

They can't escape it.

No one would think of competing with a coachman to see who can walk faster.

Since the other party has spoken, I should just do as they say.

However, Zhou and he themselves knew that Grandpa Zhang Gong was definitely not a meat vendor.

He certainly doesn't have a way to remove botox.

Who should I go to?

A short figure came to mind.

Boss Liu.

That was the highest-level meat customer Zhou He had ever seen.

Gritting his teeth, Zhou He leaned against the offering table in the temple, adjusted his breathing, and slowly began to think.

The only option was to go to Boss Liu and ask for the corresponding solution to bring over.

but......

Why would Boss Liu give me this method?

Did he recognize the peddler based on his own acquaintance?

Zhou He shook his head.

I don't think this is a very convincing reason.

Pay money to buy it?

That's even more impossible. For Boss Liu and those meat traders, running a meat mine is just a way of cultivating themselves; they would never make money from it.

They couldn't possibly be short of money.

If that's the case, things actually become simple.

Alternatively, you could find Boss Liu yourself and try to persuade him to give you a way to get rid of the botox.

Or...

Zhou He's eyes turned cold.

Either get ready to kill another old man!

With Grandpa Zhang Gong behind him, if he's prepared to outmaneuver someone who isn't, he might still have a chance.

Moreover, he was a meat merchant himself. By killing the Tuozi Grandfather, he severed the cause and effect, and who knows, the temple in the Upper and Lower Tuohe Villages might still be vacant.

Zhou He had a plan.

Slowly close your eyes, tell yourself to forget the pain, and try to rest.

The next second, he opened his eyes again.

Two questions have emerged.

The first question is about the hunchbacked man:

Why did he want this method of removing botox?

The second question is about myself:

Young Master Zhou is hidden inside me; he is the true disciple of Grandpa Zhang Gong. If he were to do something extraordinary in the future...

Will he affect me?