"Remember, if one of you dies and the other is still alive, drag the body back to me and I will give you a good price!" the boss still ordered in the end.
"Why are you acting like we're dead? What do you want the body for?"
"Don't underestimate this bastard. Many things can be made into medicine! The unused ones can be sold next door. Otherwise, where do you think the salt cakes you two just bought came from?"
"Drink!" Wei Jing was stunned and couldn't help but look at the small bag in his hand, which contained salty cakes, herbal tea and other food.
Suddenly a loud shout was heard, and the cake seller next door came over with a broom in his hand and yelled angrily: "Yao Laoji, you are talking nonsense again, are you trying to scare away all my customers?"
The owner of the food store scolded and said to Wei Jing: "Don't listen to his nonsense. The food we sell is made of normal ingredients, delicious and nutritious!"
Fan Jun had been wandering around in the martial arts world for a long time, and felt the confidence exuded by this unattractive drugstore owner. He knew that he must have some skills, so he stepped forward and offered his hand to the drugstore owner: "My lord, Fan Jun, this stinky boy and I are both the same." I am an outsider, if I am rude, please forgive me, senior. I wonder what your surname is?"
Wei Jing sneered and taunted in a low voice: "Hmph, how could this barbaric Iron Fist imitate Gongsun Yao's speech? He learned it so well. Why not talk about a miracle doctor if he wants to flatter him? Using other people's corpses to make medicine has no conscience. Are you uneasy?"
"I, Yao Sanji, am not a miracle doctor, I am just a medicine seller. It is not noble to use human corpses to make medicine, but if it can save a life, so what if it is not noble?" Leng, the drugstore owner who calls himself "Yao Sanji" Leng looked at Wei Jing and sneered at Fan Jun several times: "If you have minor injuries or pain down there, just use my medicine and it will be cured; if you are seriously injured, you can still be saved if you drag them back to me. What flattery can you do then?" It’s not too late to take pictures again. If I can’t cure you, I will also spend money to buy your body, even the coffin will be saved, haha!”
Wei Jing heard what Yao Sanji said, and it seemed to make sense.
The resources underground are limited. If corpses can be used to make medicine and have wonderful effects, it would be a great merit.
But Wei Jing was dissatisfied and asked, "Hey, if we don't get hurt or hurt and come back alive and well, what will happen to you?"
Yao Sanji said coldly: "I would like to say congratulations. Remember not to throw away the medicine bottles when the time comes. Return them to me after you use them. I will give you a 10% discount next time."
Wei Jing wanted to say something else, but Fan Jun grabbed him by the collar and carried him forward.
The second underground floor was filled with a dead atmosphere, and the occasional residential merchants had cold expressions on their faces, lifeless.
Several children ran over with smiles. One of them grabbed a big colorful spider in his hand and ran at the front. The ones behind shouted: "I found it!" "I found it first!" "Take it." Sell it to Uncle Sanji!"
Although Wei Jing was good at catching insects and mice when he was in Xiaoyuan Village, he had never seen such a big spider before, which gave him goosebumps.
The forked roads on the second underground floor were not as complicated as those on the first underground floor. The two of them quickened their pace and searched for a while, then followed up with the first few grass pickers.
The two of them thought that since these colleagues excluded outsiders, they no longer took the initiative to ask questions, but just followed silently.
After another long while, another entrance and exit appeared at a bend. There was not only a long path going down, but also a passage going up.
"This can lead to the underground level! Why isn't it on the map?" Wei Jing took out the map and looked at it for a long time, thinking that he would have to mark it on the map when he went up.
Several grass pickers filed down, followed by Wei Jing and Fan Jun. After a long time, they finally reached the third underground floor.
There are no private businesses on the three underground floors, many passages have not been completed, and bundles of towering wooden pillars are piled at the end of some long passages.
The two of them followed the grass gatherers for a long time and turned into a dark passage. This passage was twisted and winding, not as straight and flat as other long artificially dug passages.
The group of people gradually moved forward, and some moss appeared on the walls of the passage on both sides, glowing with fluorescent light.
Wei Jing stretched out his finger and wiped it on the moss. He wiped a layer of crystal moss and looked at it carefully, then smelled it at the tip of his nose.
When he saw Fan Jun walking in front, he used his moss-covered fingers to write "bastard" on Fan Jun's back.
Fan Jun was too lazy to pay attention to Wei Jing and looked around. He saw that the winding path was getting wider and wider. There were different natural passages in all directions, intertwined and complicated like ant nests. Clumps of smelly weeds grew in every corner. Thick The smell of smelly grass made Wei Jing unable to help but cover his nose.
About a dozen weed pickers, each occupying their own territory, inspected the surrounding smelly weeds and picked off the luxuriant ones, leaving smaller ones to continue to grow.
Wei Jing only wrote one stroke on the word "王" on Fan Jun's back. The moss on his finger was all gone. He wanted to put more on it, but from a distance he saw the moss on the wall flickering on and off, and squirming in groups.
I was feeling strange, and when I took a closer look, my scalp was numb with fear, and I was screaming strangely, which made Fan Jun follow me with an oil lamp to take a look. He couldn't help but take a deep breath and his eyes widened.
The earthen walls within a few feet were crowded with strange-shaped black bugs, some as small as mosquitoes and ants, and some as big as a palm. The bugs were eating the moss on the wall or killing each other.
Wei Jing swallowed his saliva, his skin and flesh all numb with shock.
When he was in Ohara Village, he loved to catch strange insects to scare the girls. However, the large number and different shapes of the sea of insects in front of him had already gone beyond the scope of children's play and reached the realm of disgusting and terrifying.
He and Fan Jun took a few steps back, away from the wall, and looked at their feet. There is no moss underfoot, and there are fewer bugs.
"There's one on your back!" When Wei Jingmeng saw a strange-looking big black insect lurking behind Fan Jun, it was eating the moss on Fan Jun's back. Fan Jun was stunned and wanted to hit him with his backhand.
"Don't hit it with your hands! It might be poisonous..." Wei Jing picked up a small stone and wanted to pick the big black insect off Fan Jun's back.
But the six-legged hook of the big black insect was so tight that Wei Jing did not dare to use any force, for fear of breaking it and squeezing out the juice, which would make it even more disgusting.
"Fuck! This black guy's horse stance is steadier than yours." Wei Jing suddenly thought of something, took out the insect repellent medicine he bought from Yao Sanji, lit it with a lamp, and blew on the big black insect. The smell of the medicine went away, and the big black insect fell down instantly, hit the ground and bounced twice, shaking constantly.
"This medicine works!" Wei Jing took the insect repellent medicine and smoked it several times on himself and Fan Jun. He saw that the medicine burned very slowly and almost never became shorter. He thought that five more branches should be enough, so he felt relieved. .
The two groped for a while and began to approach the smelly grass.
A man picking grass looked at it, shouted angrily, and waved his hands to drive people away: "Hey! Hey! Where did you come from? This is my territory, go somewhere else!"
Wei Jing pointed to the smelly grass and said, "What, this grass has no owner, anyone can pick it, right?"
"There's nothing else, I just have these." The man picked up a leaf, brought the oil lamp closer, and said, "You can see for yourself."
Wei Jing came closer and saw the words "Guo Shop" engraved on the leaf. He was speechless.
Thinking that this man might have taken care of these grasses, he spread his hands and said, "Okay, I'm new here and I don't understand these rules. Can uncle teach me?"
"What the hell, get away!" The other party pushed Wei Jing.
There was an older man on the side, already carrying a basket of smelly grass on his back. He patted Fan Jun on the shoulder and said: "Brother, the grass here has its own sphere of influence. Be careful not to get into trouble. I didn't do it at the beginning." You know the rules and have suffered enough.”
"Then...where else can I pick grass?" Fan Jun asked.
The man pointed at the vast and winding cave behind him and said, "The further you go in, the fewer people there will be and the more grass there will be, but there will also be more weird things like insects and snakes, so be careful."
After the man finished speaking, he patted Fan Jun on the shoulder and walked away carrying the smelly grass.
