This primordial world is extraordinary.

Chapter 63: Making Money Isn't Easy, Kunpeng Performs for a Living

Seeing that the four fellow Daoists had safely entered.

Hongjun led Qiankun to the Paper Doll's space-time. Their task was to keep an eye on this big fish and wait for the Bloody Eyes and the Paper Doll to be severely injured before collecting the remains.

Only Cang Qiong remained to guard the passage.

This decision was made last night, after all, it's been four days, and everyone who needs to know already knows.

The passage is perfectly safe; there's absolutely no need for four people to guard it. One person is enough.

The newcomer, Cangqiong Daoren, was assigned this task.

Fortunately, Daoist Cangqiong listened to advice, didn't make a fuss, and accepted any arrangement.

As for the World Tree at the entrance, Rahu was recuperating while taking care of Yangmei, who was still unconscious.

We have enough manpower, but we're almost out of manpower.

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Meanwhile, the group of four entered the cemetery.

Kunwu Daoist made the right choice in leading the way; the ground beneath his feet no longer randomly devoured anyone, but instead resembled normal ground.

But this is an illusion.

After they pass by, it will revert to its monstrous maw nature.

When Kunpeng's return to the void overlapped with Xiyi's oblivion, when the two concepts were superimposed, the four walked through the tomb city as if they did not exist.

There were no unexpected incidents.

However, the scene he witnessed had a profound impact on Kunpeng, both physically and psychologically.

At a butcher's stall, the butcher's neck spiraled up to two meters high, with his head hanging upside down at the top, while his hands deftly cut chunks of meat that were constantly bleeding.

The knife skills were precise, but the meat on the cutting board wriggled with the frequency of the cuts.

The old woman selling candied hawthorns had compound eyes; instead of hawthorns, the bamboo skewers were filled with countless rotating eyeballs. Her cloyingly sweet voice cried out, "Sweet and crunchy candied eyeballs—," while her fingers used their third joint to wipe the sticky liquid seeping from the bamboo skewers.

It is a complete disconnect in behavioral logic.

In the teahouse, a faceless customer sipped his tea with his whiskers twirling around his teacup, while under the table, his mandibles, split open in his abdomen, were gnawing at his own leg bone, the chewing sounds clearly audible.

Their conversation revolved around the quality of the tea and the weather.

The sedan bearers, carrying an empty sedan chair, shouted "Distinguished guests, please make way!" But through the gaps in the curtains, the vertebrae of the spine, which were stuck together, hung down, making a clicking sound with each bump.

Pedestrians ignored this.

Another issue is the collapse of spatial rules.

Seven withered arms emerged from behind the pawnshop counter, simultaneously manipulating thirty-seven abacuses to check accounts. Two of the hands suddenly tore at each other, drawing blood, while the remaining arms continued working, the blood dripping onto the ledgers and turning into ink stains.

The tavern lanterns are made of intestinal membranes, with a heart-shaped light source pulsating inside. As the waiter, standing on tiptoe with eight toe bones, feeds each lantern with putrefied liquid, the heart bursts with satisfied vein patterns.

It is certain that they are not human, or even living beings, but their daily lives are full of disguised details.

The tailor shop is filled with garments made from human skin, and the sewing machines are assembled from ribs and tendons. The shop owner uses the tip of his left eye's lens as a thimble to measure customers, and the soft measuring tape automatically cuts into the customer's skin, causing fat to seep out.

Children squatted in the corner playing hopscotch, the grid lines resembling glowing roundworms. As the winner cheered, he split open his three-lobed mouth and swallowed the finger of his teammate, who was being used as a bargaining chip; new maggots instantly sprouted from the severed finger.

In short...

Within this city, all living beings maintain the behavioral templates of the marketplace, but their physical forms continuously violate the laws of order. Bloodshed and decay are deliberately normalized, and the residents consider these distorted phenomena to be reasonable.

Kunpeng looked at his three fellow Daoists and suddenly came to a strange conclusion.

That means that out of the four people, I am the one I fear the most.

It wasn't that he was a coward, but rather that the superposition of his memories from two lifetimes made him even more terrified because he knew more.

What did the other three say?

You can only see curiosity and contemplation in their eyes; you can't see fear at all.

In their eyes, this place still holds meaning; fear is nothing.

for example!

"Fellow Daoist, you must not let Fellow Daoist Luo Hou enter this place easily, especially not without warning him."

The Yin-Yang Taoist suddenly whispered to Kunpeng.

Kunpeng didn't understand?

Why?

"I'm afraid he won't be able to resist," the Yin-Yang Daoist said in a yin-yang tone. "He used to snatch even a blade of grass, just to experience the thrill of robbery. Look here... there's a dazzling array of goods. If Fellow Daoist Rahu comes in, he definitely won't be able to resist grabbing some."

Kunpeng: ...

Is this what you call a wide variety of goods?

Are you blind?

There's nothing normal here. Why would you steal this thing? Don't you think it's bad luck?

However, it seems that Rahu is actually capable of doing it.

He might snatch that string of candied hawthorns and even try a couple of bites.

If it doesn't taste good, it might even steal the "old woman" selling candied hawthorns from you.

"Hmm, what you said makes sense." Kunpeng believed it.

It doesn't matter whether the Yin-Yang Taoist is Yin-Yang Rahu or not, but this is something that could really happen.

"This is an eye-opener. Some things have only been described in the Heavenly Dao inheritance. This is the first time I've actually seen them. It's interesting." Xi Yi, the great cultural figure, has a different perspective.

He prefers this kind of culture; the culture of the common people is also a culture, even a condensed form of culture.

"How wonderful it would be if such a prosperous culture could emerge in our ancient world in the future," he added.

Kunpeng originally didn't want to pay attention to the first sentence.

But he added something, so we couldn't ignore it.

"Is this real? You say this is real?" Kunpeng was a little angry.

"Fellow Daoist, don't worry about it. Focus on the meaning, not the form. As long as the artistic conception is there, the actual form doesn't matter." Xi Yi rarely expressed a different opinion.

"..." Kunpeng.

They're all abnormal, and I'm the only one who's normal, but they make me look abnormal because of them.

Forget it, let's stop talking about it and think about how to develop this further.

Regardless of the circumstances, they're all here to grab resources. As Xi Yi once said, it's true: focus on the meaning, not the form.

No matter how awkward these things are, they're all part of the origin if thrown into the primordial world.

Why bother?

"Have the three of you figured out how to proceed?" Kunpeng asked.

"I've observed that they're all exchanging money. If we had a lot of money, things would be much easier; we could even short sell them," Kunwu said.

"But we have no money," Kunpeng said.

If only we had money, we might actually be able to sell out this place.

"Fellow Daoist, I've seen some street performers. How about we try our hand at it?"

"That's what the Yin-Yang Taoist said."

"How do you make a living by performing?" Kunpeng asked.

He wasn't going to be normal anymore; his fellow Daoists weren't normal, and this tomb city was even more abnormal.

Being too normal makes you feel out of place and makes it difficult to develop a relationship.

It would be better to listen to three abnormal fellow cultivators on how to start in this abnormal tomb city.

It might be better than racking your brains on your own.

"Simple," the Yin-Yang Taoist said confidently.

"I've seen a few street performers, they're so vulgar. They either eat themselves raw or twist their heads and kick them like balls, there's no skill involved at all... It's not as good as your special ability, fellow Daoist. You just need to set up a stall and say: 'Let them make holes in your body, one tael of silver per hole,' and we'll have start-up capital very quickly."

"What do you think of this plan, fellow Daoist?"

The Yin-Yang Taoist was very confident and asked for praise.

Kunpeng: ...Holy shit.

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