Chapter 12: Lying Corpse Yu Lao Er
Fang Shu still subconsciously walked forward a few steps.
When he wanted to see more clearly, but because the crowd in front of the hall entrance was dense, in just a glance, that figure in his eyes disappeared, not knowing where it went.
Coming back to his senses, the suspicion on Fang Shu’s face was still there.
He muttered in his mouth: “This shouldn’t be, this shouldn’t be.”
The figure that startled him just now, its height and build, walking posture, was strikingly similar to his Second Uncle in his memory!
But according to what Fang Shu knew, his Second Uncle in the Immortal Cultivator Marketplace was living a comfortable life, eating well and drinking spicy food, and had even joined the Marketplace Dojo as an entry disciple.
His Second Uncle right now should be striving to join a Sect, and absolutely wouldn’t come to this Blood Hall to sell blood for a living!
Fang Shu paced at the corner of the wall, repeatedly trying to suppress his stray thoughts, but that familiar figure from earlier kept uncontrollably surfacing in his mind.
So he gritted his teeth.
He also walked toward the Blood Refinement Hall, wanting to confirm if it was real or fake, otherwise his heart felt like it was blocked by a big stone.
“It shouldn’t be.” Fang Shu walked while muttering in his heart nonstop.
He touched the area of his throat again, thinking to himself: “Second Uncle had the spare capacity to give me a magic and a Demon Tongue, if he had to sell blood to survive, how could he afford these.”
At the Blood Hall doorway, the attendant who had chatted with him earlier saw Fang Shu coming and immediately greeted him enthusiastically: “Yo! Fellow Daoist, you’re here, please come this way first.”
Fang Shu just nodded, brushed past this person, and walked into the hall on his own.
Passing by the crowd queuing to sell blood, Old Daoist Lu and the others with their bulging bellies saw Fang Shu and all grinned and greeted him:
“Fang Ge Er, you’re here too!”
“Fang Ge Er, come quick, we’ve saved a spot in line for you.”
Old Daoist Lu and the others even bantered with the people queued behind them:
“Cut in line? Cut what line, you look human but talk like a dog, how can you be so unpleasant.”
“That’s our brother!”
Fang Shu’s steps paused slightly, he made a bow to them, and continued walking forward.
His gaze scanned the queue of people waiting to enter the hall to sell blood, and he didn’t see that figure suspected to be his Second Uncle, so the stone in his heart immediately dropped by more than half.
“Even if that person is Second Uncle, he shouldn’t be here to sell blood, but to buy blood for refining tools, or to buy Medicinal Herbs.” He thought to himself.
This Blood Refinement Hall’s main business is collecting blood, so naturally they also sell blood.
In addition, according to what Fang Shu heard along the way, the Blood Refinement Hall is also the best Medicinal Herbs shop in the Marketplace, backed by a force called “Greenwood Dojo”, with many Pill masters in the hall, very wealthy, taking at least ten percent of the Marketplace’s Medicinal Herbs business.
Walking into the hall, waves of Medicinal Herbs scent rushed straight into Fang Shu’s mouth and nose, making the Qi and Blood in his body faintly more vigorous.
Finally, he saw that figure suspected to be his Second Uncle inside the hall.
The other party was indeed not in the queue to sell blood.
But Fang Shu’s steps came to an abrupt halt, not daring to take another half step forward.
He saw that figure, with its back to Fang Shu, hesitantly pacing at the edge of the crowd.
The other party took out a ticket from his faded Daoist Robe, raised a wooden board and hung it on his chest, then bent his body and chatted with those about to sell blood.
The person had a face full of forced smiles, constantly making bows and nodding, like he was hawking something, but opening his mouth shyly.
Fang Shu vaguely saw the words “Blood Coupon” on the wooden board on the other’s chest.
The blood sellers being approached were mostly interested at first, but then impatiently shouted at him to leave:
“This Blood Coupon of yours isn’t fake, is it? If one can be sold as one and a half, why not sell it yourself, why come begging me.”
Someone else questioned: “Is it really drawn from an Opportunity Talisman? Or did you steal it?”
The person suspected to be Second Uncle heard this, his face flushed red, he wanted to say something, but in the end just exhaled, grinned and nodded, patted his chest.
At this time, a Blood Refinement Hall attendant passed by, laughing cheerfully and speaking:
“What else could it be, naturally he’s already sold blood this month, and quite a lot, selling more would kill him.
But he’s afraid the hard-drawn Blood Coupon will expire, so he’s here selling Blood Coupons.”
The Blood Hall attendant sneered, then pointed at that person and cursed:
“You Blood Ghost!
Others at least name a price to sell, or split three-seven, how do you want others to help you for free, with all the extra money going to you?”
“Pah, wishful thinking!” The attendant cursed harshly and then left.
The queued people heard this and all understood, some took the chance to haggle down the price, even wanting to get the Blood Coupon for free.
Someone else stretched out a foot to kick, shouting: “Scram!”
The shadow suspected to be Fang Shu’s Second Uncle didn’t get angry no matter how others cursed him.
If hit, he didn’t get mad either, instead returned a courtesy, then moved to the next person, completely without temper.
Fang Shu saw that person being toyed with like this, and the more he looked, the more he felt the other’s figure was extremely like his Second Uncle, his heart suddenly filled with discomfort.
His heart also had a few strands of panic, inexplicably not daring to go forward to identify directly.
So Fang Shu retreated to the side, silently walked back to Old Daoist Lu and the others, wanting one of them to help go up and recognize the person.
But in the end, Fang Shu changed his mind.
He took out a Pearl the size of a pigeon egg from his sleeve pocket, found the enthusiastic attendant at the Blood Hall doorway, and asked him to help check the person holding the sign.
To see if there was a scar at the root of that person’s left ear.
The attendant weighed the Pearl, originally unwilling, but seeing Fang Shu had the air of a Mortal, his eyes turned, and he asked Fang Shu to definitely find him when coming to sell blood later.
After Fang Shu agreed, the Blood Hall attendant finally went forward.
Just as Fang Shu thought this enthusiastic attendant would casually observe while passing by.
Who would have thought the attendant directly walked over, changed his expression, and shouted at the person suspected to be Second Uncle: “You, come here let me take a look!”
Then he grabbed the other’s hair and roughly pulled to look twice.
That person, treated so rudely, still had no temper, and only after the attendant released him and waved him away did he leave bending at the waist.
Fang Shu saw this scene, his teeth couldn’t help but grit slightly.
Seeing the attendant come back, Fang Shu quickly turned aside and walked out of the hall.
“No scar under the ear root, but right on the earlobe, there’s exactly a scar.” The attendant found him, his face becoming friendly again, enthusiastically reporting.
Fang Shu heard this and immediately lost his senses.
Seeing his expression, the Blood Hall attendant smiled and said: “What’s this, are you relatives with that Yu Lao Er?”
The attendant shook his head and said:
“If relatives, advise you to stay far away from that guy, don’t go recognize him, careful he clings to you.
This guy is completely rotten. Doesn’t farm the land; doesn’t mine. Hunting demons for treasure, even more doesn’t dare.”
The Blood Hall attendant played with the Pearl Fang Shu gave while continuing to mutter:
“Every month just sells blood in the Marketplace to get by, before he even said this is called ‘lying flat’, desireless, lying down to live early.
Now, that guy is so lazy he doesn’t even speak, only a bit lively when shaking Opportunity Talismans, otherwise just a walking corpse.
Hey! Why are you glaring at me, you two really relatives…”
The attendant gripped the Pearl tightly, glared back at Fang Shu, then trotted away small steps, afraid Fang Shu would renege and demand the Pearl back.
After the other left far away, Fang Shu retracted his cold gaze, his face becoming lost.
No mistake!
That Blood Ghost hawking Blood Coupons was undoubtedly his Second Uncle!
The other not only had a scar exactly on the earlobe, even his nickname was Yu Lao Er.
Fang Shu leaned at the Blood Refinement Hall doorway, secretly watching that nodding and bowing back in the crowd, his gaze extremely complex.
He stepped over the threshold, wanting to go forward to recognize, but his other leg stayed fixed outside the threshold.
In the end, Fang Shu retracted the leg that had stepped inside, just watching from afar, silently…
