Yet lying quietly inside was nothing but an ordinary white-rice zongzi. Forget candied dates-it did not even contain a single red bean.
The little girl's face instantly flushed scarlet with anger. She stamped her foot hard, then ran off in a huff.
Two more people stepped forward to gamble for treasures.
One of them was lucky enough to uncover something useful-a little gold Buddha the size of a palm.
It was not useful because it was made of pure gold and worth a considerable sum.
Rather, hidden inside the hollow gold Buddha was a pill the size of a longan, called a Blood-Transforming Pill, which could treat internal injuries.
The value of this Blood-Transforming Pill far exceeded the price he had paid to lift that large jar.
Seeing him win a Blood-Transforming Pill, even the onlookers could not help applauding and cheering. They urged him to return it to the stallholder in exchange for several more chances to lift the jars, saying he might uncover an even greater treasure.
But this was clearly a clever man who knew when to quit while he was ahead.
He merely cupped his hands toward everyone with a smile, then hugged the little gold Buddha and squeezed out of the crowd as fast as he could.
While everyone was laughing at the lucky fellow's headlong retreat, Cui Jiuyang quietly tightened his grip on the Mountain-Tapping Hammer hidden in his sleeve and gently tapped its head against his left palm.
Bzz-
A tremor sounded, so faint it was almost inaudible.
In an instant, Cui Jiuyang felt the Spiritual Power inside him surge madly into the Mountain-Tapping Hammer like floodwater through an opened sluice, draining away completely in the blink of an eye.
The sudden emptiness felt as though someone had pulled all his bones out