Twilight Boundary

Yang Gong's abilities should not be underestimated...

Hu Ma originally thought that he had just found a small, ownerless blood food mine, and was fighting with a bunch of people from various religions to grab some white Tai Sui and Qing Tai Sui. The left and right were just some not very valuable things, so he still thought that he was reckless and radical. Temper, most likely to fail.

But who would have thought that Yang Gong not only succeeded, but also grabbed a jar full of blood Tai Sui?

According to the way Xiao Hongtang tried to figure it out, how many should there be in this jar?

Forty pounds?

Sixty pounds?

If it's full of Tai Sui blood, is it possible that it's still over a hundred pounds?

It’s a good thing to die young!

This year's blood Tai Sui is especially scarce.

In previous years, the Red Lantern Empress Association would always cut some Tai Sui blood from Laoyin Mountain every year.

Although there are many evil spirits and deep sects in Laoyin Mountain, it is indeed full of blood food. This is why the blood food gangs in the city will rush to Laoyin Mountain to worship Tai Sui.

But this year is different.

Two years ago, it was the Lunar New Year, and I had a blood test. Now that I have recovered for two years, it stands to reason that the blood Tai Sui will not be too little.

But it happened that it didn't get cut at all.

Hu Ma doesn’t know what the reason is...it’s not like we ate it!

But this has led to a problem. This year's blood Tai Sui is extremely scarce in the entire Mingzhou Prefecture. Correspondingly, the price will rise. When the blood Tai Sui is abundant, it can be sold for one tael of gold and one tael of Tai Sui. Now But to what extent has it risen?

Are you afraid of two or three liang?

Anyway, the wealthy gentry in the city would not feel bad buying a refined blood pill for thirty taels a piece.

After all, it is a life-saving thing.

For the Red Lantern Lady Association, it is not terrible if they cannot dig out the blood Tai Sui, but it would be terrible if others knew that even the Red Lantern Association has no blood Tai Sui. Therefore, now the entire association is also concerned about the blood Tai Sui. Extraordinary attention.

If Yang Gong's jar was full of Tai Sui's blood, Hu Ma couldn't imagine what a huge contribution it would be to send it back to the Empress Association.

...Or maybe, if it fell into his own hands, he would also get a fortune?

Logically speaking, just this jar of blood Tai Sui is worthy of the cooperation of the reincarnated people.

Unfortunately, time was tight and I didn't have time to save the game.

Reincarnated people like to make decisions and then act, and they don't do many things that require temporary decisions.

…

"If this is the case, how should I help him come out?"

Realizing the importance of this batch of Tai Sui blood, Hu Ma began to ponder it secretly.

Yang Gong had already conveyed some key information to him through Xiao Hongtang. The people blocking him outside were a group of disciples from the Tsing Yi Gang. The Tsing Yi Gang was also a powerful Blood Food Gang in Mingzhou Prefecture. .

Although she is not like the Red Lantern Empress who occupies the Mingzhou capital and has a big family and business, she still has many disciples in her gang.

The colleagues are enemies, and the two sides have always had friction, but on the surface they are getting along.

In addition, the jar of blood-Taisui meat mountain they collected does not belong to the scope of activities of either party, which means it is an ownerless thing. Therefore, no matter how the two sides fight outside, who brings the blood food first? If it is put into storage, the other party will admit defeat.

After all, once the trouble comes to light, it is impossible for the Red Lantern Empress to break up with the Tsing Yi Gang over this thing.

Hu Ma realized the key and quickly thought of a few ideas.

"Send a message to the Red Lantern Lady Club?"

"Should we invite people from the village to come over?"

"..."

After thinking about it twice, I felt it was unreliable. Mingzhou Mansion is already two hundred miles away from here, and people come slowly.

Besides, Xiao Hongtang was not familiar with Mingzhou Prefecture. If he went to deliver a letter, he might get lost and be abducted.

When it comes to delivering messages to Zhuangzi, the old shopkeeper's ability is indeed not weak, but the key is that his body is not as good as before, and the injury he suffered from Tan'er Cult years ago has not healed, so he may not be able to help.

The other gang members called over. Firstly, the number of people was still not as good as that of the Tsing Yi Gang. Secondly, the fight was too brutal. It was not worth it to kill people just for this jar of blood...

Maybe, we can only...

There was a slight movement in his mind, but he vaguely thought of a possibility.

…

…

"Little Incense Master, I think we can only ask our friends in the river for help..."

Just when Hu Ma had just arrived at the fishing village on the other side and was preparing to row across the river, the Tsing Yi Gang who surrounded the Water Temple was also thinking of an idea.

They knew very well the value of the jar of blood food that was taken away by the other party, and did not want to have long nights and dreams. However, the thieves from the Red Lantern Society actually came up with the idea of ​​breaking the jar, which left them helpless.

But seeing that the time was dragging until dawn, he didn't care. Among the group of people, a young man wearing Tsing Yi with a bun on his head found a scab on one of the group's cheeks. , there was a wretched old man with a few black hairs on it to discuss.

The old man also showed hesitation, looked at the vast river, and sighed in a low voice: "These enemies who built the temple are probably not very smart."

"In normal times, I would not want to deal with such an enemy."

"But now the longer the delay, the easier it is for something to happen. I don't know if their red light society will come to help, so we can only go this way."

"..."

"That's just what I thought."

The young incense owner whispered: "The things in that jar are too precious. Who would have thought that in this butt-sized blood mine, it would be difficult to harvest green food, but Leng Buding dug out such a big A piece of blood is too old?"

"If the news spreads, I'm afraid Mingzhou Prefecture will be in chaos."

"Now we can only get this blood food as quickly as possible before the news spreads, and send it to our ancestors."

"Mr. Qian is a ghost, so please tell me about this enemy in the river."

"..."

"Don't worry, Little Incense Master, we need you to support us for such a long time, it's time to put in some effort."

The old man with the scab on his face laughed cheerfully and said, "Someone will row a boat for me, and I'll prepare it."

With that said, he took out his luggage from the car, and took out a charm sticker, a rooster wooden sword, a bowl of rice, paper money, banners, etc.

After a while, he helped others row the boat to the shore, and then he moved everything onto the boat, boarded the boat alone, paddled, and when he got about three feet away from the shore, he burned the talisman, muttered something, and then Staring at the movement below the river.

After a while, there was no response, so he pulled the oar again, went five feet into the river, and chanted the talisman again, but there was still no movement.

The ghost man was helpless. He took a deep breath and silently rowed the boat towards the center of the river.

At this time, we were far away from the shore and far away from the other gang members on the boats. If something happened, no one would help.

Mr. Qian also tidied up his clothes, looked solemn, let go of the oars, stood up from the boat, first cut the neck of the rooster he had brought, and threw it into the river. The chicken blood was accompanied by the river water. The stockings were swollen in the water.

Then he grabbed a few more handfuls of rice and sprinkled it vigorously around the ship.

Then he picked up the talisman paper, burned it, and chanted softly towards the river: "Heaven is alive, earth is alive, human spirit is the incarnation of God."

"I pray to the river god!"

"Please invite the River God to meet me, and thank the River God generously!"

"..."

The talisman paper burned into ashes bit by bit and fell into the calm river. He picked up the flag again and shook it vigorously.

After a while, I didn't realize that the sky around me had already darkened. It was just dawn and the sun was about to rise. But as he waved the flags, the rule of getting brighter after dawn seemed to be reversed, and the sky became darker and darker. The darker.

The surrounding river water seemed to be suddenly hit by wind and waves, and the turbulent turbulence caused the small boat he was in to spin back and forth, and it looked like it was about to roll over at any time.

"River God, have mercy..."

Mr. Qian was so frightened that he dropped his flag, squatted down, held the sides of the boat tightly with his hands, and begged in a low voice: "Just say it here."

"I don't know how to drink water..."

"..."

But the movement around him did not become smaller because of his begging for mercy. The layers of cold air around him became heavier and heavier.

He could only vaguely see the sides of the ship, and pale faces seemed to be floating in the dark river, staring at him with dull eyes.

Mr. Qian hurriedly lit the incense and worshiped around the ship, trembling as he spoke.

At the same time, the people around him, including the little incense owner and the gang, all watched the mysterious ghost man rowing a boat into the river, and they were all curious about what he would do.

The Tsing Yi Gang also has their own abilities, but in the face of such unknown things, it is more suitable for ghosts to do it. Unfortunately, Mr. Qian entered the river a little deep, and everyone could not see clearly. They only saw him burning incense again. Also bowed.

For a while, it seemed as if there was fog on the river, and even the shadow of his boat was invisible.

Just as he was feeling anxious, he waited until the boat came back again. He used his last strength to row the boat to the shore. Qian Lao was already soaked to the skin, but it didn't look like he had fallen into the water, but rather like he had fallen into the water. He looked like he was breaking out in a cold sweat, and his upper and lower teeth were tapping from time to time.

"Go and make tea for Mr. Qian."

The young incense master shouted to his men, hurriedly came to pick him up, and said in a low voice: "How is it?"

"No wonder he was so stupid that he built this temple."

Mr. Qian was helped away from the river, still trembling. He glanced at the river with lingering fear, and then lowered his voice and said: "This enemy has a big appetite. I told him about our affairs, and he didn't stop." I promised to help, but..."

"I want to pay tribute..."

After hearing this, the young incense master looked slightly calm and said with a smile: "As long as you are willing to help."

"How can an enemy not want tribute?"

"..."

"no……"

Mr. Qian was a little panicked. He looked around hurriedly and said anxiously: "But the tribute he wants is very unusual..."

Master Shaoxiang suddenly realized the problem and whispered: "What does he want?"

"he wants……"

Mr. Qian spoke with some difficulty: "A boy and a girl..."

"this……"

When the young incense master heard this, he suddenly felt a headache, and said unwillingly: "Is there no room for negotiation?"

"I tried my best..."

Mr. Qian sighed in a low voice: "We ghost ghosts invite spirits, inquire about spirits, and summon spirits. We respect and offer sacrifices to our enemies. We don't even dare to say harsh words. It responded to me and was willing to help. That’s why you gave me this face.”

"If I bargain with him again, I'm not strong enough, I'm afraid I'll offend him directly..."