Hearing this, Yang Yu fell silent.

Old Man Wei's words spoke to his heart.

The procedure of the second blood transfusion was very similar to that of the first blood transfusion, except that the medicinal materials were several times more expensive, and he could not last long with this small amount of money.

There is really no money to be squeezed from Li Eryi's place.

"If you don't go, leave a hundred taels of silver and you won't have to come back again.

If you go, pick up the ghost-headed sword on the table and use it on the execution ground, one or two swords, whatever you want."

Wei He stood up as he spoke, took off his bamboo hat from the wall, put on his raincoat, and slowly walked out.

"Yesterday we were talking about the second half of 'Ying Earl's Cave Plays with Chun Jiao, Pan Jinlian's Garden Loves Her Son-in-Law'. I am very itchy and must go."

With that said, the old guy has already gone out. These days, he will go to the teahouse to listen to books at noon every day.

Tuliu Yang Yu squatted under the eaves, looked at the drizzle, and fell into deep thought: "Old guy, you are not afraid of getting sick..."

After a long while, he looked inside the house.

Not to mention other things, I have to touch this ghost head sword no matter what.

"Ghost-headed Sword..."

When he walked to the case and felt the strange movement of the Cauldron of Gluttony, the depression in Yang Yu's heart was relieved a little.

Without hesitation, he stretched out his hand and grasped the ghost-headed beheading sword that smelled of blood.
Chapter completed!