Yang Gong's skills are truly not to be underestimated...

Hu Ma originally thought he had only found an unclaimed small blood food mine, competing with a bunch of motley people for some Bai Taisui and Qing Taisui (white and green Flesh Ganoderma), which were nothing more than some not-so-valuable things. Even then, he felt that Yang Gong's rash and impulsive nature would most likely lead to failure.

But who would have thought that Yang Gong not only succeeded but also snatched a whole jar of Xue Taisui (Blood Flesh Ganoderma)?

According to the way Xiao Hongtang was trying so hard to gesture, how much would this jar hold?

Forty jin?

Sixty jin?

If it was full of Xue Taisui, could it be more than a hundred jin?

Good heavens, this was a life-saving treasure!

This year's Xue Taisui was especially scarce.

In previous years, the Red Lantern Goddess Society would regularly harvest some Xue Taisui from Lao Yin Mountain (Old Yin Mountain) every year.

Although Lao Yin Mountain had many evil creatures and deep secrets, the blood food there was indeed abundant, which was why the blood food gangs in the city would compete to worship Taisui in Lao Yin Mountain.

But this year was different.

The previous two years were bountiful years, and after harvesting Xue Taisui, it had been recovering for two years. Logically, there shouldn't be too little Xue Taisui.

But they didn't harvest any at all.

Hu Ma didn't know the reason... It wasn't like he ate it!

But this led to a problem: this year's Xue Taisui was extremely scarce throughout Ming Prefecture, and the price would correspondingly rise. When Xue Taisui was abundant, it could be sold for one tael of gold per tael of Taisui, but what level had it risen to now?

Could it be two or three taels?

Anyway, the wealthy gentlemen in the city didn't mind buying a refined blood food pill for thirty taels each.

After all, it was a life-saving item.

For the Red Lantern Goddess Society, not being able to dig up Xue Taisui wasn't scary, but if others knew that even the Red Lantern Society didn't have Xue Taisui, that would be terrible. Therefore, the entire society was now extremely sensitive about Xue Taisui.

If Yang Gong's jar was full of Xue Taisui, Hu Ma couldn't imagine how great a contribution it would be to bring it back to the Goddess Society.

...Or perhaps, if it fell into his own hands, he could make a fortune?

Logically speaking, just this jar of Xue Taisui was worth the reincarnated ones cooperating to pull off a big score.

Unfortunately, time was tight, and he didn't have time to organize a scheme.

Reincarnated ones liked to plan before acting, and they didn't do many things that were decided on the spur of the moment.

...

"If that's the case, how should I help him get out?"

Realizing the importance of this batch of Xue Taisui, Hu Ma began to ponder secretly.

Yang Gong had already used Xiao Hongtang to convey some key information to him. The ones blocking him outside were a group of Qingyi Gang (Green Shirt Gang) disciples. The Qingyi Gang was also a blood food gang with considerable influence in Ming Prefecture.

Although it wasn't like the Red Lantern Goddess Society, which occupied Ming Prefecture and had a large family and business, it still had many disciples.

Rivals in the same trade were enemies, and the two sides had always had friction, but they still maintained a superficial harmony.

In addition, the Rou Shan (Flesh Mountain) where they harvested this jar of Xue Taisui didn't belong to either side's sphere of influence, which meant it was unowned. Therefore, no matter how much the two sides fought outside, whoever brought the blood food into storage first, the other side would have to admit defeat.

Yang Gong's skills are truly not to be underestimated...

Hu Ma originally thought he had only found an unclaimed small blood food mine, competing with a bunch of motley people for some Bai Taisui and Qing Taisui (white and green Flesh Ganoderma), which were nothing more than some not-so-valuable things. Even then, he felt that Yang Gong's rash and impulsive nature would most likely lead to failure.

But who would have thought that Yang Gong not only succeeded but also snatched a whole jar of Xue Taisui (Blood Flesh Ganoderma)?

According to the way Xiao Hongtang was trying so hard to gesture, how much would this jar hold?

Forty jin?

Sixty jin?

If it was full of Xue Taisui, could it be more than a hundred jin?

Good heavens, this was a life-saving treasure!

This year's Xue Taisui was especially scarce.

In previous years, the Red Lantern Goddess Society would regularly harvest some Xue Taisui from Lao Yin Mountain (Old Yin Mountain) every year.

Although Lao Yin Mountain had many evil creatures and deep secrets, the blood food there was indeed abundant, which was why the blood food gangs in the city would compete to worship Taisui in Lao Yin Mountain.

But this year was different.

The previous two years were bountiful years, and after harvesting Xue Taisui, it had been recovering for two years. Logically, there shouldn't be too little Xue Taisui.

But they didn't harvest any at all.

Hu Ma didn't know the reason... It wasn't like he ate it!

But this led to a problem: this year's Xue Taisui was extremely scarce throughout Ming Prefecture, and the price would correspondingly rise. When Xue Taisui was abundant, it could be sold for one tael of gold per tael of Taisui, but what level had it risen to now?

Could it be two or three taels?

Anyway, the wealthy gentlemen in the city didn't mind buying a refined blood food pill for thirty taels each.

After all, it was a life-saving item.

For the Red Lantern Goddess Society, not being able to dig up Xue Taisui wasn't scary, but if others knew that even the Red Lantern Society didn't have Xue Taisui, that would be terrible. Therefore, the entire society was now extremely sensitive about Xue Taisui.

If Yang Gong's jar was full of Xue Taisui, Hu Ma couldn't imagine how great a contribution it would be to bring it back to the Goddess Society.

...Or perhaps, if it fell into his own hands, he could make a fortune?

Logically speaking, just this jar of Xue Taisui was worth the reincarnated ones cooperating to pull off a big score.

Unfortunately, time was tight, and he didn't have time to organize a scheme.

Reincarnated ones liked to plan before acting, and they didn't do many things that were decided on the spur of the moment.

...

"If that's the case, how should I help him get out?"

Realizing the importance of this batch of Xue Taisui, Hu Ma began to ponder secretly.

Yang Gong had already used Xiao Hongtang to convey some key information to him. The ones blocking him outside were a group of Qingyi Gang (Green Shirt Gang) disciples. The Qingyi Gang was also a blood food gang with considerable influence in Ming Prefecture.

Although it wasn't like the Red Lantern Goddess Society, which occupied Ming Prefecture and had a large family and business, it still had many disciples.

Rivals in the same trade were enemies, and the two sides had always had friction, but they still maintained a superficial harmony.

In addition, the Rou Shan (Flesh Mountain) where they harvested this jar of Xue Taisui didn't belong to either side's sphere of influence, which meant it was unowned. Therefore, no matter how much the two sides fought outside, whoever brought the blood food into storage first, the other side would have to admit defeat.

After a while, seeing no response, he turned the oar again and went five zhang into the river. He recited the incantation again, but there was still no movement.

The zou gui ren (spirit messenger) was helpless. He took a deep breath and silently rowed the boat to the center of the river.

At this time, it was far from the shore and far from the other gang members on the boats. If something happened, no one could lend a hand.

Mr. Qian also straightened his clothes, his expression solemn. He released the oars and stood up from the boat. First, he grabbed the rooster he had brought and cut its throat, throwing it into the river. The chicken blood mixed with the river water, spreading in waves.

Then he grabbed a few handfuls of rice and sprinkled them forcefully around the boat.

Only then did he take out the talisman paper, burn it, and gently chant towards the river: "Heaven is spirit, earth is spirit, people are spirited, gods incarnate."

"I pay respects, please River God!"

"I beg River God to appear, I thank River God with great kindness and generous gifts!"

"..."

The talisman paper gradually burned into ashes, falling into the calm river. He then picked up the banner and shook it vigorously.

Before long, he unconsciously noticed that the surrounding sky had darkened. It was just dawn now, and the rising sun was about to appear, but as he shook the banner, the rule that the sky would become brighter after dawn seemed to be reversed. Instead, the sky was getting darker and darker.

The surrounding river water also seemed to suddenly welcome a storm, surging and stirring, causing the small boat he was on to spin back and forth, as if it were about to capsize at any moment.

"River God, have mercy..."

Mr. Qian was so frightened that he dropped the banner and squatted down, holding the sides of the boat tightly with both hands, pleading in a mournful voice, "Just speak here."

"I can't swim..."

"..."

But the surrounding movements did not lessen because of his begging for mercy. The surrounding layers of cold air became even heavier.

He vaguely saw on both sides of the boat, in the inky river, pale faces floating up, staring at him with blank eyes.

Mr. Qian frantically lit incense and repeatedly worshiped the surroundings of the boat, trembling as he spoke.

At the same time, everyone around, including the little Xiangzhu (incense master) and the gang members, watched the mysterious zou gui ren (spirit messenger) row the boat into the river, and they were all curious about what he would do.

The Qingyi Gang (Green Shirt Gang) also had their own skills, but when faced with this unknown thing, it was more appropriate for the zou gui ren to do it. It was a pity that Mr. Qian had gone a little too deep into the river, and everyone could not see clearly. They only saw him burning incense and bowing.

For a while, a fog seemed to rise on the river, and even the shadow of his boat could not be seen.

Just as they were getting anxious, they waited until the boat swayed back again. Mr. Qian, who had used his last strength to row the boat to the shore, was soaked all over, but it didn't look like he had fallen into the water. Instead, it looked like he had been scared into a cold sweat, and his upper and lower teeth were constantly knocking together.

"Quick, make tea for Mr. Qian."

The little Xiangzhu shouted at his subordinates and hurried to meet him, whispering, "How is it?"

"No wonder they were able to build this temple."

Mr. Qian was helped away from the river, still trembling. He glanced at the river with lingering fear before lowering his voice and saying, "This vengeful spirit has a big appetite. I told it about our matter, and it wasn't unwilling to help, but..."

"It wants a tribute..."

Hearing this, the little Xiangzhu's expression lightened slightly, and he smiled, "Which vengeful spirit doesn't want tributes?"

"..."

"It's not..."

Mr. Qian was a little flustered. He quickly glanced around and said anxiously, "But the tribute it wants is very unusual..."

The little Xiangzhu suddenly realized the problem and lowered his voice, "What does it want?"

"It wants..."

Mr. Qian opened his mouth with some difficulty, "A pair of young children..."

"This..."

Hearing this, the little Xiangzhu also felt a headache all of a sudden, and said somewhat unwillingly, "Is there no room for negotiation?"

"I did my best..."

Mr. Qian sighed in a low voice, "When we zou gui ren (spirit messengers) invite spirits, ask spirits, and summon spirits, we respect and offer sacrifices to the vengeful spirits. We don't even dare to say a harsh word. It has responded to me and is willing to help, which is already giving me face."

"If I bargain with it again, my power is not enough, and I'm afraid I'll directly offend it..."