After parting ways with Han Dulong and Xue Ehu, Nezha used the Yin Yang Token he acquired to choose a household to enter.
This household consisted of four people: a couple, a son, and an elderly mother bedridden with illness.
He glanced at them; aside from the one confined to bed, the three other family members stood in a line before him, even the twelve-year-old boy, who stood obediently with his head bowed.
Perhaps to accommodate cultivators, the house was tidily arranged.
The house was a two-story building, with the family living downstairs, while rooms upstairs were reserved for cultivators.
On the beams hung two pork hooves, several strings of dried chili peppers, and dozens of corn cobs.
About their own clothing, though initially respectable, it had been washed so much it was faded, patched upon patch, almost ready to fall apart at a tug.
Just as Lu Ya said, by lodging here, no matter what request he made, he would be sucking their blood.
