829 Grand Canal
The human-dog-headed monster neither dodged nor evaded; with a single blow, it moved as fast as the Fog Man, as if it were a copy!
With a whoosh of wind, a stick slammed into the fog-covered man's head—a head-on collision!
With a whoosh, the knife struck the dog-headed man's head firmly, leaving a cut as thick as a chopstick, which was then stuck, preventing any further cuts.
In a flash, a stick as thick as a fist, with the force of thirty jin, came crashing down on his head. He took a step back, and then three more identical sticks came crashing down on him at the same time with a thud!
The sharp sound of wind breaking through the air, the speed and power were as great and fast as one's own strength, and then three loud "bangs" followed.
With a heavy thud, the fog-covered man convulsed all over, in so much pain he forgot to scream, his entire body drenched in sweat.
One blow after another, tirelessly, like blood flowers, rained down on the man, turning his entire body red, his skin torn and bleeding profusely, his internal organs spilling out.
The mist slowly enveloped them, and a faint, very soft gnawing sound drifted over.
A short while later, two skeletons dressed in tattered clothes slowly stood up, each holding a broken knife. If you looked closely, they seemed to be the same thin blades that Boss Hai and Little Brother Wu had just held!
Standing there blankly, seemingly taking a few steps, aimless and directionless, filled only with a longing for life.
On the Grand Canal, mist rose slowly like a ghost, spreading silently like a huge black silk ribbon, enveloping the entire wide river.
The night was as heavy as thick ink; in the dead of night, the river was so quiet that one could almost hear the sound of the rising mist.
Most boatmen chose to moor their boats at the shore, not daring to set sail easily, for fear of losing their way in the thick fog or encountering misfortune.
However, there are also a few lone boats, their eyes gleaming with a faint but determined light, and there are always a few daring boatmen who choose to risk their lives for the sake of substantial profits.
Avoiding the sight of the government offices and cleverly bypassing the tyrannical gangs on the river, they navigated the night in a small boat.
There are always people who cannot resist the power of gangs or the government, but the hardships of life and the lofty interests force them to choose to move forward.
After all, ships that sneak out either carry secretly collected medicinal herbs or precious tea plants, earning money from ordinary people.
It should be noted that with the rise of Dalong Prefecture, the prices of medicinal herbs in many places have skyrocketed!
With the spiritual energy becoming increasingly scarce and spiritual lands disappearing, the price of spiritual herbs has skyrocketed. Many regions have banned the outflow of medicinal herbs, and major powers around the city are buying them up at a 10% premium.
But it can't compare to the purchase price offered by Dalong Prefecture!
Driven by lofty ideals, some people will take risks. A trip there might allow them to settle in Dalong Prefecture, where things are currently stable and secure. As long as you behave yourself, your safety is largely guaranteed.
The night suddenly turned dark, and a thick fog rolled in all around, obscuring visibility to less than three feet. Instantly, fear gripped my heart, and I buried my head in the boat, drifting with the current, my wary eyes straining with dread as I tried to see through the fog before me!
Prayer, prayer!
Something seemed to float on the water's surface in the mist. Any boat that approached was locked in place within a few feet by an irresistible force, a force as powerful as ten thousand mountains stacked on top of each other.
The ship, struck by this force, was as if it had encountered a meteor falling from the sky, or been suddenly rammed by a giant sea monster that had been sleeping for thousands of years.
The deafening roar and the immense force of the impact, like a shimmering ice ball, struck the ship, instantly shattering it into pieces. The fragments scattered and plunged into the deep water with endless wails.
The red river water gushed out like a spring, mixed with some debris!
The sound should have been enormous, but it was barely audible on either side of the river.
At the Lights-lit Wharf, several members of the Angry Shark Gang, still on guard in the darkness, watched the water warily. The night was deep, and although they hadn't yet reached the next level, their blood and energy were quite good.
The leader, known as Evil Bones, was full of energy and clearly had reached a certain level. With nothing to do at night, he naturally didn't need the other gang leaders to come.
Moreover, this also provides some opportunities for those at the bottom to move up, since although there are no boats at night, catching a few smugglers can be an extra source of income.
Evil Bones was lying in a simple thatched hut, leaning against a chair, unlike the lower-level gang members who stood outside patrolling. He wore simple blue clothes, exuded vitality, and carried a long sword weighing fifty pounds, forged from fine iron.
Taking a bite of roasted chicken is like an extra late-night snack for the group!
Evil Bones' expression turned cold as he thought to himself, "I had to sell my brother's wife and children to raise enough money to buy ten Blood-Replenishing Pills to break through to the next level, but I didn't expect it to be so slow."
The improvement in Qi and blood is still insufficient, truly indicating limited talent.
No, it can't be that. It must be that my family can't afford to help me buy the best Qi and Blood Pills and the Qi-Nourishing Pills. If I had those pills, I would definitely surpass Old Dog and become a steward.
Thinking about how Old Dog, relying on his connection with the deputy elder, became a manager even though he was only at the entry level, and later amassed a lot of money to buy Qi and Blood Pills, he even broke through to the third level.
Compared to himself, if he faced it head-on, a single strike could cleave him in two.
Although he was unwilling, he was more afraid, after all, in addition to being more powerful than himself, there was also the deputy elder behind him.
He thought to himself with disdain, "So what if he has a pretty younger sister? He gave her to the elder. How shameless!"
A hint of anticipation flickered in his expression; he hoped to catch a few smugglers. The medicinal herbs from Dalong Prefecture were extremely profitable, and some of their ingenious tools were also in high demand.
Although the city has issued orders, it will only make these things more expensive.
"Bah! Damn Dalong Prefecture! If it weren't for you, I would have saved up enough silver for another bottle of Qi and Blood Pills. It's all your fault! Now Qi and Blood Pills are more than twice as expensive; it's practically killing me!"
He murmured softly, his evil spirits seething with malice, thinking to himself, 'Why not extort a few more families? If they don't pay, I'll sell them off!'
The order has been in chaos for months now. Otherwise, the evil ones wouldn't dare to act so recklessly. In the past, they were just a little ruthless and vicious, beating the weak and those without support until they bled or broke their bones. But now, no one dares to interfere even when families are wiped out.
He had even reached a higher level, his strength had reached a thousand jin, and he could feel his qi and blood. How could he resist such a delicious feeling? He couldn't help but yearn for it, thinking to himself, "Qi and Blood Pill, Qi Cultivation Pill, Body Strengthening Pill, Ginseng Pill, if only I had a wealthy family to support me."
If I had enough money, with my talent, I could definitely take it a step further. I certainly could!
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