Taking a handful of rough, cold tomb ash, he put it into a coarse cloth pouch, tied it tightly, and carried it with him. From then on, Huma had something he had never had since coming into this world.

And with this talisman, he also had the right to sleep soundly through the night...

According to the rules of the village, with the old granny gone, it was better for someone to live in the house, to show that there were still people in the family. So Second Master didn't rush to call Huma back to the village, but stayed for a few days.

Huma wasn't in a hurry either. He also needed time and space to think about his own affairs and understand some things.

Before going to the village to see Second Master, Huma had hardly slept well in the village. At night, he even had to rely on the old granny's chanting to avoid evil spirits.

But this time, with a furnace lit in his body and a talisman, it solved the problem of being disturbed by evil spirits all the time.

He stayed alone in the grass hut left by the old granny for a night, and nothing happened.

Only, no one helped him make breakfast anymore.

But Huma, who used to rush to work and show off, wasn't that kind of delicate person.

He knew where to fetch water, where to grind flour, which jar in the house contained coarse salt, and which jar contained pickles.

Feeding himself was no problem.

In the first few days after the old granny was gone, the people in the village took care of Huma, who was suddenly alone, giving him a few pancakes and carrying two loads of water.

Of course, it wasn't for Huma's sake, but to remember the old granny's kindness, or because they felt sorry for Huma, who was only fifteen or sixteen years old and left all alone.

But after a few days, everyone gradually got used to it, as if nothing had happened.

Huma lived peacefully in the small house left by the old granny, and silently inventoried the things she had left behind.

He didn't know if the old granny had prepared to die together with the Meng family's ghost. She seemed to have arranged everything for Huma in advance. She entrusted Xiao Hongtang to Huma, and with the Bazi (Eight Characters) talisman staying by Huma's side, Xiao Hongtang was bound to follow Huma.

This little girl was usually playful and often disappeared, but as long as Huma burned a stick of incense, she would know to come home.

According to the old granny, Xiao Hongtang had become his little ghost servant like this?

He didn't know what ghost servants were used for, but a little girl that others couldn't see should be able to do a lot of things?

At least stealing a piece of cured meat from the Cui family, no one should notice, right?

The old granny left behind a jar.

Huma was clear about the problem with his body, and the old granny should also be clear about it, so she left him this jar.

Inside, there were actually pills, filled to the brim.

The pills were bright red, and when held in the hand, blood would seep out. Each one was the size of a glass bead.

"Are these all Blood Tai Sui?"

Huma sniffed it and felt the smell familiar. It should be about the same.

Since going out to find the old granny, he hadn't eaten any Tai Sui for three or four days. After completing the funeral for the old granny, he ate one and immediately felt his body heat up.

The furnace fire that had been consumed a lot before was gradually replenished with the swallowing of this blood pill.

He sighed secretly: these were all things the old granny had specially left for him, things to save his life!

However, this one wasn't enough to give him as much benefit as eating meat in big mouthfuls before.

But eating one every two days was enough to support his body without problems, and this furnace fire was maintained in a positive growth.

He had seen before that his Dao cultivation had reached one and a half incense sticks. He wondered if he could reach the level of three incense sticks after eating all the blood food pills in this jar.

Of course, Huma couldn't help but think in his heart: "Before the old granny left, she didn't tell me where the Blood Tai Sui came from, only that the Blood Tai Sui in this Lao Yin Mountain was almost all cut by her..."

"What if this jar of Blood Tai Sui is finished, and my fire is still not enough? What should I do?"

Unfortunately, Huma couldn't ask these questions.

Afterwards, when he asked Xiao Hongtang, she just bit her finger and said, "Old Granny can find it."

"Old Granny can find it even in places where others say there is none."

"..."

"Is this the old granny's special skill?"

Huma couldn't expect the old granny to come in a dream to tell him either, so he could only hold on to hope and opened the booklet left by the old granny.

"Qingyuan Hu Clan's Zhen Sui Book. Sounds like it's a family heirloom?"

He had already guessed that the old granny, or rather, the origin of his original body, should be extraordinary.

He could tell the level of his family from his family's enemies. At least he was at the level of being able to form a feud with the Huaiyin Meng family. Moreover, the old granny cut the golden and precious Blood Tai Sui every day and gave it to him to eat as pork. This in itself was not something ordinary people could do.

Huma knew that there should be a lot of good things in this secret technique, but after opening it, his mood suddenly became surprised, happy, and helpless.

What was surprising and happy was that what was recorded inside should all be real things, a full book, dazzling.

What dispelling illness, what finding grass, what burning bones, what asking ghosts, what surveying meridians...

But what was helpless was that he knew every word on this booklet, but he couldn't understand it.

To describe it more carefully, it was like a sixth-grade child getting a book on nuclear bomb manufacturing technology.

Knowing the words was one thing, understanding them was another.

The terminology, obscure meanings, and incantations above, he couldn't understand at all.

"It seems that I still have to start with addition, subtraction, multiplication, division, and binary equations..."

Huma sighed, looking at the words that he knew but didn't recognize him, and used his imagination.

"There are some contents here that seem to be related to Tai Sui..."

"Could it be that it records the ways to survey the meat mountain blood food and find rare Tai Sui?"

"The old granny wouldn't have relied on the skills recorded on this to cut all the blood food in the entire Lao Yin Mountain for me, right?"

"..."

He couldn't help but feel shocked in his heart, vaguely feeling that if this was the case, it would be an extraordinary field of knowledge.

Of course, all of this could only be speculation and conjecture.

To truly understand these, he still had to learn some basic knowledge of this world before learning this secret technique.

But who should he learn from?

Second Master?

Second Master was already very impatient: "I know the rules and market prices of the Ming Prefecture's semi-blind fortune tellers. Do you want to learn them?"

These words made Huma blush and feel a little embarrassed. He had only taken advantage of this time to ask Second Master for some real skills and his experiences and knowledge from his travels outside when he was young.

At first, Second Master told Huma enthusiastically, but gradually, he ran out of things to say, and Huma kept asking him, so he couldn't hold on anymore.

Once he was stumped by Huma's questions, he would get anxious and throw out his unique skill.

This made Huma a little curious: "Second Master, you've been a virgin for sixty years. What's the use of understanding the market prices in this area?"

Second Master couldn't save face even more: "Can't I just enjoy the fantasy?"

"Okay, okay..."

Realizing that Second Master was unhappy, Huma quickly smiled apologetically: "I just wanted to ask, are these skills you taught us the end of it? How do we learn the rest?"

"That's the end. Anyway, these few skills I know are the end."

Second Master could only helplessly answer Huma in the end: "I really don't understand the rest..."

"You said your old granny was so capable, why didn't you learn from her when she was alive? Why did you have to come to our trade and run into obstacles? Why bother?"

"..."

Understanding Second Master's words, Huma had a number in his mind.

Second Master really didn't know anymore.

Second Master didn't even understand why he wanted to continue learning, after all, with the skills he had learned now, he could already be a very good meat cutter...

But Huma knew in his heart that he must learn the skills in this area.

When the old granny was leaving, she repeatedly told him to continue learning the more powerful skills in Second Master's trade.

However, Huma was also thinking afterwards, since the old granny was sure that this trade could save his life, and knew that Second Master wouldn't know a higher level of magic, why didn't she tell him?

Was it because she herself didn't actually know, or was it to test him?

"If we want to improve our furnace lighting skills, we have to go to the enshrined masters of those Blood Food Gangs. They really have unique skills. I, Second Master, also know that our skills belong to their lineage, but how can those skills for survival be so easy to teach?"

Second Master explained to Huma: "You, give up on this idea. Follow me down the mine twice, and it's most important to marry a wife..."

"..."

"I also think it's good to marry a wife and live a stable life, but I have to learn..."

Huma needed to learn those skills to save his life, but he couldn't directly tell Second Master this, so he could only ponder it in his heart.

The weather was gradually getting colder, and it was the most leisurely time in the village, but no one in the village dared to relax, preparing to cultivate the land, sow seeds, feed the livestock a few more handfuls of feed, and prepare for the busy harvest in the coming spring.

Those teenagers who followed Second Master to learn skills also worked harder. Some families even bought a few more pieces of White Tai Sui meat for them to nourish themselves.

This was for fear that their furnace fire wouldn't be strong enough and the people from the Blood Food Gang wouldn't like them.

Once they didn't like them, they would have to wait another year, which would waste a year's worth of food.

That night, he used the oil lamp to read a book as usual.

Although he couldn't understand the things in this Hu Family's Zhen Sui Book, he still tried his best to remember them, word by word, in his mind, in case they might be useful someday.

After falling asleep, in a daze, he suddenly heard a voice: "Old Bai Gan brother, can you hear me?"