Mythology

Chapter 20 Fish Floods and Vulgar Things

Early the next morning.

In front of the earthen house, more than a dozen lantern ghosts gathered at the windows.

The lantern ghost stared at the room with greed, veins popping out of his head, and he shouted at the top of his lungs, "Look at me, look at me!!"

Yang He turned a blind eye, closed his eyes to assist Ghost Pupil in refining the Yin Meridian, and chatted from time to time with Old Man Yang who was hanging clothes to dry in the yard.

Since Old Man Yang started eating government food, he can only rest for half a day every five days.

"Ah He, we will be able to move out of the west city soon. Dad is already looking for a bigger yard, so we should have news soon."

"Dad, there's no rush."

Yang He sighed a little. Old Man Yang had been a vegetable merchant for many years, and his life was always very difficult before. However, after being recruited by the Tiger Ghost, it seems that he has a lot of surplus money now.

The Yin meridians have been mostly refined, and the surrounding Yin energy is gathering towards the ghost pupil.

Instead of being affected, the three fires became even more vigorous, making the food look sweet and salty and delicious in the eyes of ghosts.

The black cat was immersed in catnip and couldn't extricate itself. It looked completely high and made weird movements from all angles.

Yang He was very annoyed by the noise of the lantern ghost, but he couldn't show any abnormality.

The lantern ghosts are only in the weak ghost stage, but their numbers are too large. If you are not careful, you will become corpse oil to light the lamp.

"Hey……"

Yang He's mind was in a state of confusion, and the speed of refining his Yin Meridians was actually increasing.

It can be seen that "cultivation is to cultivate the mind" is completely nonsense in this world.

Everyone is raising ghosts, and quick success and instant benefits are the best.

Yang He opened his eyes, and there was a red blood thread on the white of the Ghost Pupil. The Yin Meridian had been completely refined, and the Ghost Pupil was still able to move as smoothly as an arm.

He took out the stone pestle for pounding medicine and ground the incense sticks for the earthbound ghost.

The incense and candles turned into powder, and blood was faintly seeping out from the vagina. Before long, it formed a ball of pungent and smelly paste.

"Ahe, lunch is in the kitchen, don't forget to fill your stomach..."

Old man Yang put on his police uniform, put his sword on his waist, and planned to leave the courtyard and patrol the streets.

"There are all kinds of people at the market recently. I heard that several chambers of commerce have caught a large number of turbot. I guess all the martial arts schools in the city will pay attention to this matter."

Yang He paused in grinding the incense and candles, feeling something was wrong.

"Ah He, try not to go to the market as much as possible. Even Captain Sun in the government office has been alarmed because the current influx of turbot is really strange."

After saying this, Old Man Yang left the courtyard.

Meow~~

The black cat noticed that Yang He was no longer practicing Qi, and shamelessly asked for Yin Qi.

Yang He was too lazy to pay attention to the black cat and stood at the door looking towards the market.

The market is crowded, and each martial arts school has sent its instructors there. It shouldn't be long before the turbot is delivered to Peibai City.

"It is better to complete the tempering of the Yin Qi first. If it takes too long, it will affect the quality of the incense and candles."

Yang He returned to the house and smeared the mud on the surface of the copper coin sword.

The genitals suddenly became active, and the mud could be seen gradually disappearing into the copper coin sword. The texture of the 108 copper coins became harder and harder.

He didn't know how to temper the Yin instrument, so he tried to use the Yin energy to contaminate the copper coins.

As the copper coin sword absorbed the mud, scarlet rust spots appeared on the sword body.

[Blood Copper Coin Sword]

[The low-grade Yin instrument made of burial copper coins, after being tempered by the incense and candles of the earthbound ghosts, has a certain spirituality. It can not only hurt the living, but also has a significant effect on weak ghosts. 】

The disadvantage of the copper coin sword is still its fragile material, but it has been improved a lot.

Yang He reached out and touched the sword, and its Yin Qi disappeared. He put it in his arms without wrapping it in cloth, without worrying about others discovering it.

"If our master can help us refine it, the copper coin sword will have great potential." Yang He locked the door and walked out of the yard. The black cat grinned excitedly.

He then noticed that a caravan was delivering large vats of turbot to the market, and there was a constant stream of horse-drawn carriages coming in from outside the city.

"Well."

Yang He covered his mouth and nose. The turbot was accompanied by an indescribable stench.

He followed the crowd to the market, but did not try to squeeze in. Instead, he went to a teahouse on the next street and ordered a pot of tea.

"Please come in, sir! We have a good catch today, so you will get tea and a plate of cakes!"

The waiter dusted off Yang He and respectfully took him to a window seat.

Yang Heyi was very interested for a moment, secretly weighing the silver and money in his arms. He had spent a lot of money on the tonic pills before, and now he only had seven taels and thirteen coins left.

"Sir, do you prefer new tea picked this year or old tea brewed over the years?"

"New tea."

After a while, tea and pastries were served to Yang He.

The corner of Yang He's mouth twitched as he noticed that the tea had a bad fishy smell. It was probably because the negative energy of the turbot had contaminated the food during ventilation.

He was not interested in tasting tea for the moment, and observed the situation in the market through his spiritual vision.

The market was bustling with people. Large vats were constantly being moved to the open space. They were neatly arranged, and there were at least thirty of them.

Yang He was shocked and said, "Damn it, did they stir up a hornet's nest of hungry ghosts?"

It is not yet the high tide season in Jialiang Water Town. It will take at least another two or three months. Besides, even if the tide rises, there will only be a dozen turbot at most.

Yang He stared at the market, and the scene of killing fish drew cheers.

"It's like a hundred ghosts parading at night. Why didn't the government stop the Chamber of Commerce from killing hungry ghosts? Could it be that the strange object itself can cause... disasters?"

Twelve butchers skillfully gutted the turbot with their knives.

But butchers always get tired, and the turbot sometimes dies prematurely, after which hideous hungry ghosts begin to emerge from their bodies.

Wherever Yang He looked, he saw hungry ghosts.

Hungry ghosts lay in groups on the tops of the surrounding roofs, crawling and spying on the living people.

Although it was a coalition of several chambers of commerce, the leader was Shopkeeper Chen.

Far from being angry about the damage to the turbot, he took advantage of the crowd's discussion and waved his hand, saying, "I'm sorry that I didn't handle the turbot well. I'm sorry to have embarrassed you folks."

"How about this, let everyone taste the fish meat that has lost its medicinal properties."

A dozen cooks helped cut the fish meat into slices as thin as a cicada's wing, and the Chamber of Commerce's waiters then delivered them to the hands of the onlookers around.

"We, the people of the water town, love raw fish stew the most, so I'd like to trouble the master chef to take more care of it."

The people praised the fish meat so much that Yang He felt his scalp tingling.

Even if the hungry ghosts have left the body, eating fish meat will not cause people to become warriors, but such a scene is really too absurd and weird.

It's something that only happens in the eighteen levels of hell.

The butcher took out the fish stomach intact, and sold the hungry ghost flesh and blood to various martial arts schools on the spot.

A warrior said impatiently, "Boss Chen Baosheng, could it be that your chambers of commerce have united together and want to sell the fish stomach at a certain price?"

"of course not."

Shopkeeper Chen added with a smile: "We will sort out the contents of the fish's stomach and open a temporary stall in the southwest corner of the market."

"In addition, the Chamber of Commerce also caught a rare century-old turbot."

Yang He looked surprised and noticed a lone carriage approaching.

The spiritual vision gave rise to a throbbing sensation, and his temples were throbbing.

It wasn't that there was a ghost in the carriage. Yang He had only encountered a similar situation once, which was when his spiritual vision sensed [ordinary objects].

(End of this chapter)