In the corner of the alley, smelling the faint aroma of medicine, a tall and thin man in white frowned:
"Wei He really likes this guy?"
After hesitating for a while, he turned and left.
He moved very quickly, avoiding pedestrians. After passing through several alleys, he turned and entered the backyard of a large three-door mansion.
"How did you come?"
In the courtyard, an old man on crutches who was watering the flowers frowned.
"Yang Baotian!"
The tall and thin man in white glanced at him coldly: "This thing is a mess. When the deputy helmsman comes back, you can think of how to explain it."
"Smashed?"
Yang Baotian banged his cane hard and said with hesitation: "With your methods, can't you kill this kid? The outer city is in such chaos now, is there no chance?"
"He moved into the inner city, not far from the alley where the Wei River is located."
The tall and thin man had an expressionless face. He did not tell me about the medicinal bath, but said:
"Wei He is a ruthless character, and I don't want to risk my life with such a brat."
"This matter is of great concern. If you don't care, if I can't explain it to the deputy helmsman, can you explain it to me?"
Yang Baotian became a little irritable and regretted contacting the Liansheng Cult.
In this year, I didn’t take much advantage, but I paid a lot of money.
"That's your business and has nothing to do with me." The tall and thin man said casually and was about to leave.
"Wait a minute!"
Yang Baotian called to the man in white: "This kid can't move for the time being, so forget it. There are vacancies for jailers in Black Mountain City, but there are still some."
The tall and thin man frowned when he heard this: "You guys have agreed on a goal. If you do this, aren't you afraid of them settling the score later?"
"Haha~"
The crutch hit the ground heavily, and Yang Baotian sneered again and again:
"Everyone sweeps the snow before their own door. If you can't pass this test, where will the future be? I can't care about so much anymore?"
"It's okay if you want my help."
The tall and thin man didn't bother to ask any more questions, and raised his index finger: "Give me another hundred taels, I want it now, no cash, just banknotes!"
"One hundred taels..."
Yang Baotian's face twitched, but he still gritted his teeth and agreed:
"good!"
…
"That's okay?!"
Yang Yu was surprised and happy.
He knew very early on that he would not be able to absorb the second 'ingredient' before the 'Cauldron of Gluttony' turned completely black again.
Although he has eaten a lot of 'stones' in the past few days, the refining process is also consumed, and he can barely maintain a balance.
The appearance of the blood transfusion progress bar is naturally an unexpected surprise.
This also shows that with the help of the 'Cauldron of Gluttony', he easily crossed the threshold that Hu Wan had not crossed for several months.
The existence of the progress bar will not speed up his blood exchange process, but with the progress bar, he can control his own progress.
More reasonable arrangements.
What surprised him were the words 'a blood exchange' before the progress bar.
Once, twice, three times...
"How many medicinal materials will this cost..."
Yang Yu murmured, feeling a little numb in his heart.
In his estimation, even if it succeeds once, it will cost more than two hundred taels of silver. If it fails the first time, the medicinal materials consumed the second time will be several times higher.
And this is just a blood exchange...
"Money, money..."
Yang Yu sighed, picked up the broken knife, and started practicing.
After practicing day and night, he has mastered the knife skills very deeply. Although his progress becomes slower as he goes on, he is gradually coming to an end.
The refining of the broken sword is about to be completed.
…
"call!"
He exhaled a heavy breath, stepped out of the already turbid and cold liquid, stretched his body casually, and felt full of energy.
"It seems easier and faster than what Old Man Wei said..."
Yang Yu thought with half-squinted eyes.
Theoretically speaking, the stronger the body, the faster blood transfusion will naturally occur. Hu Wan, for example, seems to have learned some hard skills from outsiders to speed up the blood transfusion process.
But according to what Old Man Wei said, even if this was the case, Hu Wan would have to wait for two or three days after taking a medicinal bath. For a normal person, it would be normal for him to do so once every ten days.
But Yang Yu didn't feel tired or sleepy. In fact, the feeling was so good that he was a little intoxicated.
It’s just that there is no rejection reaction in the body. After soaking for a night, my skin really can’t bear it.
This is the body's natural reaction and will get better after a while.
"Does this mean that I can complete the 'blood exchange' faster than Hu Wan?"
Yang Yu thought to himself.
"Wipe yourself."
At this time, the old woman who had been watching worriedly all night came over with a distressed look on her face, holding a sheet and wrapping it around Yang Yu's body.
"Mother-in-law, aren't you asleep yet?"
Yang Yu came to his senses.
"As people get older, they can't sleep much when they change places. In the morning, the people from Yaxing delivered the deed to the house, and I put it away..."
The old woman brought steamed buns and porridge from the house, handed them to Yang Yu, and told him a piece of news that frightened him:
"I went out just now and saw a group of people walking towards the outer city. I heard someone said that there was no real plague. If we hadn't come out early, we would have been blocked in that alley..."
"So fast?"
Yang Yu's heart thumped, and he felt a little scared.
Black Mountain City, or the entire Ming Dynasty, had very simple and crude methods of dealing with the plague. Most of them were to separate an area and drive in all the people who might have been infected with the plague.
After hearing Zhu Shisan's words yesterday, he was a little worried that he would be blocked in the outer city, but he did not expect that the government would take action today.
Or is the condition more serious than imagined?
"The inner city is okay, but I don't dare to go to the outer city these days."
Seeing Yang Yu gnawing his hair in a daze, the old woman gave her instructions and went back to the house. She had not slept all night, so she was a little tired.
With the outer city in such chaos, she could only delay the old man's funeral.
"Could this plague be related to the Lian Sheng Cult?"
Yang Prison pondered.
Yesterday, Wang Fobao wanted to move into the inner city by himself, probably not without reason.
"It's time to speed up..."
Yang Yu felt urgent in his heart.
Black Mountain City seems to be gradually becoming dangerous. If you don't have the ability to protect yourself, once danger comes, the only way out is to pray.
In the next few days, except for going out to buy some necessary things, Yang Yu almost stayed at home. During the day, he spent the day sharpening and practicing his knives in the yard and exercising.
With the medicinal baths he took again and again, his already weak body became stronger.
In the evening, I didn't waste any time, soaked in medicinal bath, and refined the broken knife.
Wow~
The boiling hot water was poured into the large vat, and as the water vapor steamed, Yang Yu's body already had smooth lines.
"After this brewing, the medicinal materials will be gone..."
Swallowing the prepared stones, Yang Yu stepped into the water tank, covered his neck, and closed his eyes slightly.
Already entered the ‘Cauldron of Gluttony’.
Without any pause, he picked up the broken knife and started chopping. Not long after, the progress bar on the cauldron wall jumped again.
The refining of the Broken Sword has reached perfection.
Buzz~
Like a bronze bell in a temple being struck hard.
Yang Yu was startled. Before his eyes, there seemed to be numerous lights and shadows flickering, and images like a revolving lantern flowed through his mind.
"That is……"
In a daze, Yang Prison seemed to have had a dream.
A truly lucid, yet intermittent and confusing dream.
In his dream, he saw a taciturn young man who inherited his father's legacy and became a jailer.
He has no other hobbies except dancing with swords and guns. Unfortunately, his family is poor and no one can teach him martial arts.
After many twists and turns, I only learned a few superficial skills.
But he practiced day and night, and over time, he actually developed some tricks.
Relying on this swordsmanship, he became a jailer and married a widow in the alley.
He lived his life diligently, was poor but peaceful, but sometimes he couldn't help but regret that he didn't have children.
But it was just a pity until that day.
He saw a beggar outside the city. The beggar looked about thirteen or fourteen years old, thin and small. He wanted to enter the city, but was beaten out by the doorman.
A touch of compassion arose in his heart, and he accepted him somehow.
He took him into the city, washed and changed him, watched him eat, and even asked the king to take him into the government office as a servant without hesitation.
It would be nice to have a son.
He was thinking that after escorting the prisoner this time, he would quit this job and work for this child on some good job...
Let him study, let him practice martial arts, let him marry and have children, let him...
Everything is fine,
Just don’t be like yourself…
The moment he fell off the cliff, his heart was filled with sadness and reluctance.
…
The chaotic memories flow around like a revolving lantern, very quickly, but it lasts a person's entire life.
Finally, the picture is frozen.
It was a deep and dark cave with only a faint flicker of firelight. In front of the fire, an old man with disheveled hair was squatting next to a withered skeleton.
Holding a yellowed book, he studied, chanted and gestured page by page.
"That's the old man?!"
Yang Yu was startled and wanted to take a closer look, but the picture in front of him suddenly shattered.
At the same time, the progress bar of the 'Broken Knife' on the tripod wall also disappeared.
Yang Yu was a little confused, and it took him a while to come back to his senses.
"Old man, he fell off a cliff and survived. It seems, he seems to have had an adventure?"