The world was a hard place to survive in...
When Hu Ma got up that day, he silently reflected on how simply wanting to learn a skill had dragged him into so much trouble.
He was lucky to have the Old Woman's Blood Food Pills nourishing his body, and to have the other Reincarnators looking out for one another. What would have become of him without that?
Perhaps Second Master was the best example.
He put all those tangled thoughts aside. He knew only that he had to learn the method as soon as possible if he wanted to save himself.
After weighing everything in his mind and thinking it through, he took out the piece of meat Second Master had given him. He picked up the waist knife Zhou Datong had tossed into his bedding, then cut off the very tip of the dried meat.
The piece was about the size of a baby's fist. He wrapped it in a clean cloth, tucked it into his shirt, put the rest of the meat away, and slipped out without drawing attention.
He had no idea what this piece of meat was. He could only tell that it wasn't Blood Ganoderma.
After all, he was practically an expert on Blood Ganoderma by now.
He had probably eaten more Blood Ganoderma than even an old miner like Second Master had ever seen.
But since Second Master had gone out of his way to warn him about it, it couldn't be an ordinary thing. The bloated mass of flesh held more than just the black, white, blue, and blood-red varieties. There were plenty of strange and unusual kinds, hard to come by, but often prized by the Master Craftsmen.
He went outside and found Zhou Datong in the yard, chopping fodder for the