Tomb raiding: The awesome life that started from Ganggangyingzi

"Master Bo, this is almost done. Can you come over and take a look at what to do next?"

Hearing Lao Hu calling from outside, Ji Haobo responded and went out carrying the pressure cooker.

This thing clearly contains hundreds of pounds of goods, but the overall weight hasn't changed at all; it still only weighs a few pounds.

"Come on, put all the prepared meat into this pressure cooker."

Fatty, go to the well over there, draw water and pour it in. Yingzi, go get all the seasonings, as many as you can find.

The three of them were a little confused. They looked at the seemingly impressive pressure cooker, then exchanged glances, all thinking they had misheard.

"Master Bo, you may not know, but I followed your instructions and collected all the large weasels. There were more than a dozen of them."

Even after removing the head and tail, there's still probably dozens of kilograms of meat. How could this pot possibly hold it all?

"Yes! This pot is too small; it might not even be enough for one person."

Seeing their confusion, Ji Haobo simply smiled and pointed to the flashlight.

"You should have noticed the unusual nature of that flashlight, and the same goes for this pressure cooker; they're both Magic Brand, so just do as I say."

After saying that, he ignored the curious group and walked to the side to deal with the white-haired weasel.

This thing's fur is really good; we should keep it and have it tanned later.

Out of curiosity, the people nearby put the yellow weasel meat in little by little, and their mouths were wide open in surprise.

"This...this...it truly lives up to its reputation as a magical treasure."

Fatty Wang stared blankly at the pot, muttering to himself as most of the pot bottom was still exposed.

They all realized that the flashlight and pressure cooker were completely illogical;

But no one asked any further questions, not even Fatty Wang mentioned where these things came from.

After several hundred kilograms of meat and several buckets of water were poured in, Ji Haobo pressed down the lid, pressed the button, and the timer displayed was half an hour.

"Alright, Yingzi, go get the bowls. We can start eating in half an hour."

In the courtyard, four people sat at a table, with a pressure cooker in the middle.

"Uncle Bo, is this pressure cooker broken? It's not steaming and it doesn't feel warm to the touch."

"And you just threw everything in there haphazardly, is this really edible?"

Wang Pangzi watched as half an hour passed, but the pressure cooker remained cold and empty. He couldn't help but touch it, revealing a suspicious look on his face.

Actually, it wasn't just him; Lao Hu and Yingzi felt the same way, but they were too embarrassed to say it.

"Don't worry, you idiot. What do you mean by 'randomly placing things'? I was just following the normal procedures."

This stuff is basically a "delicious stew"—you can put any ingredients in it, the more the better!

Although Ji Haobo didn't know if this was how he understood "delicious stew";

But I won't bother him with his nonsense. Anyway, with the Magic Brand backing it up, it shouldn't taste bad no matter what, right?

"What? That's possible? That's great! Once we've settled things here at dawn, we'll set off."

"The mountains will have everything by then. We'll gather it all and put it in there. Will we end up becoming immortal just by drinking a sip of the soup?"

Ji Haobo rolled his eyes, ignoring the guy's nonsense, exhaled a puff of smoke, and put away his cigar.

The pressure cooker's timer had just finished, so I quickly and slowly opened it under the curious gazes of the others.

There was no sudden flash of golden light, no exciting music, and no heat or fragrance wafting out;

All that could be seen was that the water inside had turned into soup, with many pieces of meat floating on top.

"Yingzi, give me the bowl."

As soon as Ji Haobo ladled out the first bowl of meat, a rich aroma wafted out of the bowl.

"Gulp... gulp..."

In the quiet night, the sound of swallowing could be heard from several people in the courtyard.

"Slurp"

"Master Bo, hurry up and make the second bowl!"

Fatty Wang wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth and urged him anxiously.

The people around him didn't laugh at him, because their mouths were also constantly drooling.

"Wow...delicious, so delicious! I just think it's delicious, but I can't think of any other way to describe it."

Fatty Wang took two bites, then drank a sip of soup, and let out a satisfied pig-like squeal.

"Mmm! It's so delicious, Brother Bo, I want more!"

Looking at Yingzi's rosy cheeks, her smiling eyes, and the fine beads of sweat on her fair forehead, Ji Haobo couldn't help but nod with a smile.

"Okay, but Yingzi, you can only have one more bowl. This stuff is too nourishing; your body can't handle eating too much at once."

Of all the meat in this pot, the white-haired, yellow-skinned one is the most nutritious, truly a highly nourishing food.

After finishing a bowl, his body felt warm and comfortable, and he felt indescribably relaxed, which replenished the energy and blood he had recently depleted.

In the end, Lao Hu and Fatty Wang each ate four bowls, their faces flushed as if they were drunk.

As for Ji Haobo, he used his internal energy to aid digestion while eating, and to the astonishment of the others, he ate more than a dozen bowls.

Then he stood in the stance next to it. After the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, a faint "buzzing" sound gradually rose in the courtyard.

The sound began as faint as the flapping of a mosquito's wings, almost inaudible;

But gradually it became clearer and louder, eventually sounding like the buzzing of a bowstring snapping back as many people draw their bows.

Just as the people nearby were dumbfounded, the rumble of thunder could be heard again, growing clearer and clearer.

After a long while, the low rumble of thunder gradually disappeared, and Ji Haobo exhaled a breath of stale air to finish his practice.

Before anyone could ask him anything, he quickly turned and went to the outhouse, only emerging after half an incense stick's time, feeling refreshed and relaxed.

"Master Bo, your body was buzzing and making thunderous noises just now. Could you be undergoing a tribulation of lightning?"

Everyone was very curious, especially Fatty Wang, who had often pilfered various martial arts novels from the book rental stalls next to him when he was selling cassette tapes.

But none of them mentioned such a strange occurrence, so he felt that Master Bo was probably going through three calamities and nine tribulations in order to attain immortality.

"You're all talk, you should stop spouting nonsense."

Ji Haobo was speechless upon hearing this. He had no idea what was going on in this guy's head, with such a bizarre thought process.

"What I'm describing is the 'muscles and bones resonating together, the thunderous roar of tigers and leopards' from the internal martial arts. It's about cleansing the tendons and marrow, strengthening qi and blood, and preparing for the formation of danjin, which is the condensation of the golden elixir."

Although the three of them couldn't understand it, they all felt it was incredibly impressive and awesome.

"Alright, you guys go and rest for a bit. It'll be dawn soon."

Ji Haobo dismissed them, then sat down and ate a few more bowls of meat before putting away the pressure cooker and returning to his chair to rest with his eyes closed.

Time passed slowly, accompanied by the snoring sounds from inside the main room. As dawn broke, the old Party Secretary arrived with some other people.

"Xiao Bo, are you all alright last night?"

As soon as the old Party Secretary entered, he hurriedly asked them how they were doing, but when his gaze swept to the side, he saw a pile of weasel fur and was immediately taken aback.

"What? What? Are there really weasels causing trouble?"