Holding the wax-sealed clay pellet, Gao Ming nodded. "I'll deliver this for you. Anything else I should know?"
"The butcher's house, the meat shop, and the feeding house represent a single method of transformation. But for some reason, the butcher went mad, killed the meat shop's owner, and wrecked the shop. Now he's searching everywhere for the master of the feeding house." The face in the white pig's throat was deathly pale, but he still tried to tempt Gao Ming. "There's no telling when the butcher will return. Every pig-slaughtering tool in this house is a treasure. They can kill ghosts and suppress evil. If you need one, you can take your pick, but don't get greedy."
"If I take the butcher's knife, won't he hunt me down?" Gao Ming didn't touch anything in the house. Still, he suspected the butcher had gone to the meat shop to look for his missing slaughtering knife—and that knife was currently on Gao Ming.
"He's deranged, muddleheaded, and has a terrible memory. I risked my life to learn that." The face wanted to say more, but suddenly, savage shouts rang out from the street beyond the courtyard wall.
"My stabbing knife's been stolen! Shopkeeper Wang stole my knife!"
Gao Ming vaulted onto the wall and lay flat along its top, blending into the darkness as he watched the meat shop's entrance.
"Shopkeeper Wang is already dead, you stupid pig! You killed him! You ground him into blood tofu!"
The booming voice abruptly turned shrill, as though the speaker had suddenly pinched his own throat.
"I killed him? That's right! He's dead! I grabbed his chin and drove the stabbing knife straight down his throat, right into his heart!" The voice grew deep and rough again. **"No, no! Shopkeeper Wang is dead, so who