He started as a shepherd and took on countless jobs.

The third quarter of the hour of Zi (11:45 PM).

An abandoned post station in Qingcheng County.

Due to prolonged neglect, the post station was dilapidated, with only half of it remaining in ruins.

Inside the cellar of the post station, a sign for a coffin shop was hung above, used to conceal its true nature.

Dressed in all black and wearing a white sheep mask, Pei Si entered the ghost market after showing a chip made of ebony.

The ghost market in Qingcheng County is where people from all walks of life sell their hard-to-sell items.

Among them, the genitals are the most numerous.

Pei Si guessed that there must be official backing behind the Ghost Market.

Previously, the Zhou family, who managed the kiln business in the county, had their property confiscated by the government on charges of secretly colluding with demons.

Many of the Zhou family's items ended up in the ghost market.

Pei Si came specifically to find the ash in the stone lion's throat. After wandering around for a quarter of an hour, Pei Si stopped in front of a small stall.

"I'm having a lucky day; I actually stumbled upon something like this."

Two jars of bluish-green throat ash were placed on the stall.

The stall owner, wearing a xiezhi mask, asked in a hoarse voice, "What would you like, sir?"

Pei Si pointed to the two jars of throat ash, "I want those two jars of throat ash, name your price."

"One hundred and seventy coins, no bargaining."

Pei Si nodded. One hundred and seventy coins was a bit pricey, but still within his budget. "Wrap it up."

Just then, an untimely female voice rang out.

"I'll take those two jars of throat ash. No matter how much he offers, I'll pay ten coins more."

Pei Si's eyes narrowed, and he turned to look.

The newcomer was wearing a fox mask and had his hands on his hips.

Pei Si ignored her and took out his money to pay the stall owner. The stall owner took the money without even glancing at the woman, and packed the food up.

"Sir, it's first come, first served."

Pei Si took the ash from the throat and put it into his bag. As expected of someone who wears a Xie Zhi mask, he is fair!

Fox Guest never expected that these two would be so disrespectful, stomping their feet as they searched for someone.

"Brother, I just want those two jars of throat ash, but the stall owner and that Aries man won't give me any face!" Fox Guest said coquettishly, pulling on a man wearing a white lion mask.

Pei Si's lips curled up slightly.

Classic, absolutely classic!

As expected, the White Lion Guest was about to announce his number.

"Gentlemen, have you ever heard of the Zhang family of paper dolls? I'm determined to have those two jars of ashes."

The vendor selling the xiezhi (a mythical beast) stood up, tucked his hands into his sleeves, and stood hunched over beside Pei Si. "So, you're trying to force a sale?"

The Zhang family of paper dolls? They have a certain reputation in Qingcheng County. The previous head of the family, Zhang Wei, established himself in the county by relying on his paper-making skills.

His famous battle was when he killed a cavalry general, who then slew an evil spirit, and from then on, his fame spread far and wide.

However, what is the relationship between them and these two people? They are just people who rely on their ancestors to show off their power.

Pei Si chuckled: "Can you two represent the Zhang family? If you really have that ability, why not state your names? The item is on me; take it yourself."

"You..." Fox Guest stamped her foot. She wasn't stupid enough to reveal her real name and represent the Zhang family. If her father found out, skinning her alive would be the least of her worries.

White Lion sneered, "You're all talk and no action. If you dare to participate in the winter hunt, let's have a contest in front of the mountain god's temple. Wear this mask, dare you accept?"

Youthful passion?

madness.

"See you there." Pei Si replied.

…………

early morning.

Mengshan.

The carriage of Lingcang Sword Sect arrived at the foot of the mountain on time.

They could only stop at the foot of the mountain, and Pei Si and the others walked up the mountain, somewhat like civil officials dismounting from their sedan chairs and military officials dismounting from their horses.

"Brother Pei, it's been a while."

Pei Si turned his head and saw Lu Shouhuai.

"Brother Lu," Pei Si said, bowing.

Lu Shouhuai glanced at the carriage and was surprised. It had only been a few days since he last saw Brother Pei, and he was already receiving such treatment.

"Brother Pei, I have some inside information," Lu Shouhuai winked at Pei Si. "Do you know what the prize for first place is?"

"Spiritual weapon," Pei Si said calmly.

"Ah? Brother Pei, you know about this too?" Lu Shouhuai's mouth gaped open, big enough to fit an egg.

He hasn't even put on a show yet, and Brother Pei already knows? Brother Pei's intelligence network is not to be underestimated!

In Lu Shouhuai's mind, his evaluation of Pei Si rose to a new level.

As they walked and talked, Pei Si took the opportunity to learn a lot of information.

For example, five people from the Zhang family, who were known as the paper dolls, came. The local winter hunting was not allowed to stop the killings, and the age of the contestants was controlled to be under twenty-five.

The ranking is determined by the tail of the Three-Tailed Thunderstorm Scorpion.

The Three-Tailed Thunderstorm Scorpion is a unique species, and its entire body is a treasure.

Venom, scorpion tail, scorpion body.

Pei Si estimated that this three-tailed lightning scorpion should be considered a Heavenly Spirit.

This is a perfect opportunity to promote the shepherd (white) to a higher rank!

As for the Zhang siblings, Pei Si couldn't be bothered with them.

What is the connection between the "me" who answered at midnight and the "me" of today?

Under the auspices of the county magistrate, and after a series of speeches, the winter hunt officially began.

Pei Si rubbed the token with his fingertips. If he were in danger, he would crush the token and someone would come to his rescue. At the same time, it meant giving up the winter siege.

Pei Si and Lu Shouhuai went into the mountains separately.

Pei Si's feet crunched on the snow, his square eyes casually scanning his surroundings.

Two burly men followed not far behind him.

Su Li and Zhao Hu concealed themselves and followed behind.

"Captain, look at that kid Pei Si. Instead of going to find Lightning Scorpion, he's taking his time. Could there be a trap?" Zhao Hu adjusted his cotton hat and rubbed his hands together.

"Damn it, I don't know what he ate that gave him an upset stomach. Zhao Hu, keep an eye on him."

"Hmph, so what if he found out? We two martial artists can easily subdue him." Su Li sneered.

"Colonel...Colonel!" Zhao Hu exclaimed in surprise.

"What are you yelling for? What if you scare the sheep away?!" Su Li crumpled the paper into a ball and cursed under his breath.

As soon as I looked up, Pei Si was nowhere to be seen!

Where are they?!

"Captain, I don't know either. He disappeared in the blink of an eye." Zhao Hu's voice trembled slightly.

"Are you two looking for me?"

Suddenly, the voice boomed like thunder.

The two felt a chill run down their spines and into their brains.

Are you kidding me?!

Pei Si moved like a hawk, feinting with his left palm while delivering a powerful right punch straight to Zhao Hu's face.

Zhao Hu instinctively raised his arms to block.

Click, click.

Zhao Hu flew backwards several meters like a kite with a broken string, and was beyond dead.

Su Li stood there, his mind buzzing.

Is this still Pei Si? He killed Zhao Hu with one punch?

A martial artist at the Meridian Opening Realm?

How long has he been learning martial arts?! Impossible, absolutely impossible.

When a person experiences a violent impact, their mind goes blank.

A moment later, Pei Si twisted Su Li's head off.

This captain is even weaker than Zhao Hu. Could it be that he's been taking drugs?

"Two penniless bastards, they only had about twenty coins for incense on them?" Pei Si spat and quickly disposed of the two corpses.

Pei Si rested his chin on his hand, recalling information about the Thunderstorm Lightning Scorpion in his mind.

Thunderstorm Lightning Scorpion, entirely azure blue, with three tails like icicles, lives in groups.

They are active during thunderstorms, using lightning to temper their tail needles, and usually lurk in burrows under lightning-struck wooden stumps.