Fists that can subdue mountains and rivers, martial arts that can lead to immortality!

Luo Shiqi swore that he had never seen anyone with more yang energy than Jiang Wangzu.

In his eyes, Jiang Wangzu was like a sun radiating boundless light, dazzlingly bright.

That's probably how the strange water demon saw it too.

That beast is currently in a critical period of transformation.

By continuously consuming people, one can increase their strength.

However, to complete the final leap, it needs a powerful tonic.

For example, a martial artist at the peak of the Qi and Blood Realm with abundant blood and energy.

Take, for example, Jiang Wangzu, a naturally gifted individual.

Compared to martial artists at the Qi and Blood Realm, Jiang Wangzu is much easier to kill!

"What?"

"Why...why is it targeting me?"

"Is it because I'm handsome?"

"Could it be a female juvenile demon?"

Jiang Wangzu was completely baffled.

Is it my fault that I'm handsome?

Luo Shiqi: "..."

He had never seen such a shameless person.

"It targeted you because you have abundant yang energy."

"To these strange beasts that want to walk the path of demons, you are a walking tonic."

"Once it leaves Longjiang to find you, you will surely die!"

Luo Shiqi's voice, like a deadly curse, fell upon Jiang Wangzu.

"You can definitely save me, right?"

Jiang Wangzu looked at Luo Shiqi and said in a very certain tone.

script!

It's all scripted!

It's a trick!

It's all a scam!

"It's beyond saving!"

"It's hopeless!"

"Just wait to die!"

Luo Shiqi said with absolute certainty.

"Unless you leave Shanghai right now and get as far away from this beast as possible."

"But even so, remember never to walk near the water, or it might just pop up and eat you."

"If you don't want to leave Shencheng, you'd better pray that a top-tier martial arts master will step in and kill this beast when it leaves Longjiang."

Luo Shiqi added another sentence.

"Two martial artists at the Qi Refining Realm, can they guarantee my survival?"

Jiang Wang's ancestor remained silent for a few seconds before asking a question.

"Perhaps."

Luo Shiqi thought for a moment after hearing this, and then nodded.

"Grandpa Chen, Miss Han, we're counting on you!"

Jiang Wangzu muttered to himself.

He never expected that he had already been targeted by the strange water monster at Longjiang Wharf.

What grudge could this be?

They're all damn Lai Huangjin's double kidneys!

No, it's all thanks to the Iron Crotch Kung Fu!

No, it's all that damned Chen Tai's fault!

Correct!

It's Chen Tai!

He's the one who started this!

"By the way, how did you determine that I have abundant yang energy? You didn't even take my pulse or feel my bones, yet you were so certain?"

Jiang Wangzu asked with some curiosity.

"Because I am also a naturally gifted person with the ability to see ghosts, I can see things that ordinary people cannot."

Luo Shiqi puffed out his chest and pointed to his eyes.

His eyes looked no different from ordinary people's, but they were clearly black and white, like the yin and yang of Tai Chi.

"My grandma said that dogs can see things that ordinary people can't."

Jiang Wangzu expressed his feelings.

Luo Shiqi: "..."

This conversation just won't go on!

Your mouth is so talkative, it sounds like it's been poisoned!

"Hahaha!"

"joke."

"Brother Luo, why are you called Luo Seventeen?"

"Are you the seventeenth child in your family?"

Jiang Wangzu laughed a few times and quickly changed the subject.

"No, that's not it."

"I am a refugee who begged my way to Shanghai. My master examined my bones and determined my fate, saying that I was suited to be a cremator."

"So I followed my master and began to learn the craft, becoming a cremation apprentice."

"My surname is Luo. My master gave me a new name, Luo Seventeen."

"Because he had already taken in sixteen disciples before me, all of whom had died tragically due to various accidents."

"If I were to die, he might never find a true successor in his lifetime."

"But he never expected that I would succeed."

Luo Shiqi said expressionlessly, as if he were talking about something very ordinary.

"The casualty rate in the crematorium trade is just too high."

Jiang Wangzu was somewhat taken aback when he heard this and said something in surprise.

"Brother Jiang."

"We've laid Xing Ge's body out properly."

As Ma Gan and Hei Pi returned from the morgue, they spoke.

"Uh-huh."

"Brother Luo and I have something to discuss. You two can wait outside."

Jiang Wangzu spoke to the two of them.

Both of them should claim yes.

Neither of them wanted to stay in this eerie crematorium.

Are you short of money?

Luo Shiqi glanced at Jiang Wangzu and asked.

"Isn't that obvious?"

"Who doesn't need money?"

"Who complains about having too much money?"

"What, you want to give me a discount?"

Jiang Wangzu smiled upon hearing this.

"Give me half a bowl of blood, and I'll not only waive the cremation fee, but I'll also give you an extra hundred silver dollars!"

What do you think?

Luo Shiqi looked at Jiang Wangzu with a strange light in his eyes.

It was as if they were looking at a rare treasure.

Jiang Wangzu felt uneasy under his gaze.

"Half a bowl of blood, one hundred silver dollars?"

"Do you think I'm Xu Sanguan?"

"Even if you gave me ten thousand silver dollars, I wouldn't sell!"

Who knows what Luo Shiqi, who looks so sinister and like a vampire, is going to do with his blood!

This world has extraordinary powers.

If the other party were to use his blood to curse him, turning him into a puppet or something, wouldn't he be utterly helpless?

"Take it or leave it. Pay up and come back in an hour to collect the ashes."

Luo Shiqi also realized that he might have been reckless.

He glanced in the direction of his bedroom.

Inside the room was a red lacquered coffin, tightly bound by thick chains.

It seemed that something that couldn't be exposed to the light was trapped inside the coffin.

The coffin occasionally vibrated, causing the chains to rattle softly.

"They all say you're a quiet rascal, you're so tight-lipped you won't utter a single word."

"But why are you telling me so much?"

I think you have ulterior motives.

"Why don't you tell me what you want to do with my blood?"

"If it's not going to do anything detrimental to me, I might consider it."

"But my blood is really precious; half a bowl for a hundred dollars is absolutely out of the question!"

Jiang Wangzu had just taken out the silver note with a face value of one hundred silver dollars that Chen Tai had given him from his pocket, then carefully thought about the many details of him stepping into the crematorium, and then stuffed the silver note back into his pocket.

"Your blood is extremely yang and powerful. I need to refine it into a powerful spiritual blood to suppress a certain malevolent entity!"

"If this malevolent creature manages to escape, the consequences will be unimaginable."

"I only have five hundred silver dollars on me right now, look..."

Before Luo Shiqi could finish speaking, he found that Jiang Wangzu had put his arm around his shoulder.

"Hey buddy!"

Why say such formal things?

"Five hundred silver dollars it is, I'll sell you half a bowl of blood, consider it a charity!"

Jiang Wangzu changes his mind faster than turning the pages of a book.

Half a bowl of blood for five hundred dollars.

It's totally worth it!

In Shanghai's Western-style hospital, selling 100 milliliters of blood cost one silver dollar, and the hospital took a cut of half of that.

This means that a blood seller had to sell 200 milliliters to earn one silver dollar.

No one would willingly take this step unless they were desperate.