There are too many female protagonists with deceased husbands in the Qin Dynasty's Past Books.

The package was clearly hastily made; the contents were simply wrapped haphazardly with cloth and not even properly tied.

As it flew toward Jiang Mo, it disintegrated in mid-air.

It revealed what should have been hidden inside.

The dark red veins that snaked and stretched like blood vessels, the rich medicinal aroma that wafted towards you, the unique shape...

It really is the Crimson Spirit Blood Mushroom!

But it looks different from the one Jiang Mo just took.

But Jiang Mo was not a divine doctor after all. His understanding of such rare medicinal materials was only for weighing their value when stealing them. He didn't have the energy to study the details carefully.

With just a quick glance, it was impossible to tell the difference between this one and the previous ones.

He instinctively reached out and caught the flying package.

Looking back on the situation, Jiang Mo had to admit that he had indeed been a bit greedy to accept the package.

But when faced with unexpected treasures, who can remain without greed?

Perhaps it was the experience of confronting his inner demons of desire that made Jiang Mo more honest about his own desires. When he saw a coveted treasure, he naturally wanted to take it with him.

Especially since they came to us of their own volition.

Moreover, as the saying goes, "If you don't take what Heaven gives you, you will suffer the consequences." Even if it's not yours, if you break this Crimson Spirit Blood Mushroom, you'll likely face trouble.

However, Jiang Mo was not blinded by greed. When he reached out to take the package, he did not rush to open it to check the contents. Instead, he quickly looked up in the direction from which the sound came.

The fact that they would actively throw this package out suggests that the situation is probably quite serious.

Upon looking around, Jiang Mo spotted two familiar faces.

One of them was the dark-skinned, burly man who had been ambushed by Jiang Mo earlier. He was brandishing a bloodstained machete and charging after them like a pig.

Compared to before, the dark-skinned, muscular man looked even more disheveled.

Not only were his clothes torn in many places, revealing his body covered in blood and grime, but he also had many bruises and wounds.

Even with her dark skin, it couldn't be concealed at all.

It was clear that he had suffered considerable injuries during his previous battle with the giant red-scaled python.

Jiang Mo recognized the guy being chased by the dark-skinned, burly man earlier; it was the same scholar who had struck up a conversation with him in the kitchen, trying to recruit him into a business partnership.

However, at this moment, this guy was completely different from his previous refined demeanor.

He was being chased in a sorry state by a burly, dark-skinned man with a ferocious expression, stumbling and running away as if he might fall to the ground at any moment.

Upon seeing Jiang Mo, he revealed a face full of excitement.

It seemed as if his spirits suddenly lifted.

"Brother, run! Don't worry about me! These Baiyue barbarians are ruthless. Many of the other brothers have already been cut down, and I'm the only one left!"

The scholar, his clothes stained with blood, looked as if he were bravely facing death.

Instead of stumbling and running desperately forward, he stood up straight, pretending to block the fierce and monstrous dark-skinned man, hoping to give Jiang Mo a chance to escape.

That resolute figure was truly moving and inspiring.

If Jiang Mo were truly this scholar's brother, he might actually feel a touch of emotion.

Unfortunately, he wasn't, so at that moment, only one question popped into his mind: No, buddy, who the hell are you?

"what!"

Jiang Mo was met with a scream. The scholar who had tried to stop the dark-skinned, burly man, who looked like he could step over my dead body, didn't even last a second before he was gone.

The dark-skinned, burly man didn't even bother to brandish his machete.

With a simple sideways charge, he sent the scholar who was blocking his way flying, his frail body scattering to the side like a tattered sack.

It crashed to the ground with a thud and then rolled to the side with a gurgling sound.

The dark-skinned, burly man, his momentum undiminished, merely twitched his nose slightly before glaring fiercely at Jiang Mo and charging forward like a pig.

He ignored the easily defeated scholar.

After all, these guys who like to learn the customs and culture of the Central Plains have always been just as weak and feeble as the people of the Central Plains, and can be easily trampled underfoot.

When I ran into him earlier, he was surrounded by a group of people.

But his strength was no better than that of a stray dog ​​on the roadside. He could easily kick over three or four people with a single kick, and they were all killed and scattered in an instant.

Aside from causing him a little trouble when he tried to escape, he was utterly vulnerable.

At this moment, the dark-skinned, burly man's attention was completely focused on the Crimson Spirit Blood Mushroom, and he didn't even glance at Jiang Mo.

He had thought it impossible to find a second Crimson Blood Fungus in these mountains.

Unexpectedly, it was in the scholar's hands!

Although it doesn't smell very fresh, it's still the real deal – the Red Spirit Blood Ganoderma – and there's no way to fake it!

As barbarians, they wouldn't have any extra moral burdens.

Seeing how easily the group could be defeated, the dark-skinned, burly man suddenly became emboldened and charged out, intending to steal the Crimson Spirit Blood Mushroom.

Unexpectedly, another obstacle suddenly appeared out of nowhere along the way.

However, it doesn't matter.

Those guys who were tricked into cooperating by that scholar are nothing but a bunch of weaklings, nothing to worry about!

The dark-skinned, burly man stared at the Crimson Spirit Blood Mushroom, not even glancing at Jiang Mo.

Coincidentally, the latter didn't pay much attention to the dark-skinned, burly man. Instead, he stared at the scholar who had been knocked away, a thoughtful look on his face.

They slipped away pretty quickly.

Things don't seem to be that simple.

This Crimson Blood Mushroom is really a hot potato...

With a lightning-fast thought, Jiang Mo quickly weighed the pros and cons and made a decision immediately. Facing the dark-skinned, burly man who was about to rush in front of him, he unhesitatingly pushed the package in his hand forward:

You want this?

"Here, take it."

The dark-skinned, burly man, who had already raised his machete high, ready to chop down the person in front of him, was completely taken aback by this unexpected turn of events and was immediately stunned.

He rushed in so forcefully that he almost tripped and fell to the ground.

However, after realizing what had happened, the dark-skinned, burly man was overjoyed. Ignoring his earlier embarrassment, he snatched the package from Jiang Mo's hands.

He laughed with great joy:

"Hahaha, you little brat, you know what's good for you. While I'm in a good mood, get lost... Wait, you dare to play tricks on me?!"

The laughter stopped abruptly. The dark-skinned, burly man examined the package in his hand carefully and suddenly flew into a rage.

He slammed the package in his hand to the ground, his eyes blazing with fury. He stepped forward, reached out to grab Jiang Mo by the collar, and raised the woodcutter's knife high as if he was ready to tear the other man to pieces.

But this time, he reached out and grabbed nothing.

As if he had anticipated this, before Jiang Mo could erupt in anger, he had already taken a step back, calmly avoiding the dark-skinned, burly man's grabbing hand at a relatively slow pace.

"You've got it wrong, I didn't do anything."

Despite the enraged, dark-skinned, burly man, Jiang Mo remained calm. He spread out his empty hands to prove to the man that he hadn't done anything like switching things.

"Nonsense! You clearly have the scent of Crimson Blood Fungus on you!"

The dark-skinned, burly man completely ignored Jiang Mo's explanation. He only believed in his own abilities and was absolutely certain that Jiang Mo carried the scent of the Crimson Spirit Blood Fungus.

It's much more authentic and realistic than those fakes that have been smashed on the ground.

I have to say, this guy's judgment was actually quite accurate.

Jiang Mo, who had just eaten a Crimson Spirit Blood Mushroom, still had the scent lingering on him. If he hadn't taken a bath in the water not long ago, the scent would have been even stronger.

Perhaps, this dark-skinned, burly man will even be able to smell that it is the Crimson Spirit Blood Mushroom that was taken away before.

However, Jiang Mo naturally couldn't explain the source of this smell to the guy in front of him, otherwise the guy wouldn't just be furious, but probably ready to become his mortal enemy.

At that moment, all he could do was point in the direction the scholar had just been thrown and say:

“After that guy threw it over, I didn’t move an inch. You see, he slipped away so quickly without a sound. He must have set a trap for us, wanting us to fight each other.”

Following the direction Jiang Mo pointed, the dark-skinned, burly man glanced at it.

The scholar who should have collapsed and been unable to get up had indeed disappeared without a trace, making the dark-skinned, burly man realize that he had probably been tricked again.

He was immediately consumed by rage.

"You Central Plains traitors sent by Korea are all equally cunning. After I've killed you, I can go find that guy later!"

With a bloodshot, ferocious glint in his eyes and veins bulging, the burly man swung his machete at Jiang Mo.

But the slash failed to land as expected, and there was no bloodshed. Instead, as Jiang Mo stepped forward, a punch rapidly magnified in the dark-skinned, muscular man's eyes.

One punch.

It hit the Tanzhong acupoint on his chest.

Chapter 32 Take it, take it, this is yours.

Acupressure.

A magical technique often talked about in martial arts novels.

It can advance to defeat the enemy, blocking their internal energy circulation and even their physical mobility. It can retreat to stop bleeding and heal wounds, preventing the spread of toxins within the body.

With skillful technique, it seems there's nothing that acupressure can't achieve.

Before this, Jiang Mo was also quite puzzled by this magical technique. He couldn't understand how simply touching certain parts of the body could make people obediently surrender without any power to resist.

Such abilities are comparable to hypnotic phones and time-stopping techniques in certain works of art...

Unfortunately, Mo Yuan was not a womanizer.

He hadn't even mastered such a miraculous acupressure technique, which had previously disappointed Jiang Mo greatly.

However, with the opening of the Ren and Du meridians, Jiang Mo gained a lot of insights.