Out of boredom, Li sneaked out quietly on her own.
As soon as she landed, she stomped her foot with disdain, brushing off the fish blood on her shoe.
"It stinks here, it really stinks." Li said, pinching her nose.
"Yeah, it’s awful here. I wonder how these fish grow. They’re ugly and slly."
With that, Zhang Ze swung his knife and chopped off the fish head.
The strange fish was shaped like a hook, had three feet on its belly, and its mouth was minuscule, with only a small hole at the front for decoration.
On the fish’s back, there were six slits that opened and closed, revealing rows of teeth inside.
After pulling back the teeth, squeezing out the venom, one could see the golden fish bones and jelly-like fish at.
From top to bottom, only the fish bones of this strange fish were sent as tribute to Baiyujing; no one cared about the rest.
Zhang Ze casually grabbed a piece of fish at and held it out to Li, "Want so?"
Li shook her head quickly, "No way! Anyone who wants it can have it, it’s stinky."
Zhang Ze paused in disbelief, thinking to himself that there might actually be a food Li wouldn’t eat. He sniffed it closely, finding it only sowhat pungent.
The sll was nowhere near as bad as the stinky tofu ice cream sherbet marinated shark at pancake from Thousand chanism Town.
Li could eat that for an entire week.
Nonetheless, Zhang Ze didn’t pay it much attention, thinking that Li was probably abstaining for dietary reasons recently.
Just as he was about to warn Li not to wander around, he saw her suddenly studying the mask hung on the wall.
The mask looked rather suspicious, sowhat resembling a fetish ball gag.
But due to its special design, wearing it didn’t hinder speech, nor did it cause the wearer to dribble.
Li stared intently at the mask, seemingly wanting to lick it and taste its flavor.
"Don’t eat it!" Zhang Ze reached out, grabbed Li’s tail, and pulled her back.
"Why? I was just sniffing it!"
Li was a bit upset, squirming in Zhang Ze’s embrace, staining both of them with fish blood.
"That thing’s dirty."
Zhang Ze recognized it because he had just been fiddling around with it as well.
Saying so, he pulled out a piece of cloth from the drawer, now almost indistinguishable in color.
After wiping his hands, Zhang Ze unwrapped the cloth, revealing cards explaining how to use the ball gag mask.
These ball gags were distributed as magical artifacts to the white-robed employees on duty here.
The green beads that function as ball gags filtered toxins and warded off miasmas, effectively preventing the toxic blood from fish bellies and pests from entering the human body. This aid to extend the working lifespan of the white-robed employees here.
The logic was simple, but due to various reasons, most white-robed employees here didn’t live to their retirent age.
As a result, the outco was the departure of people, yet the ball remained, passing through eight generations.
Judging by the color of the ball and the bite marks on it, who knows how long or by how many people it has been used.
These ball gags are the actual old employees of this "No. 25 checkpoint."
"Got it?" Zhang Ze gently patted Li’s head, "It’s truly dirty."
"Urgh~" Li curled up further into Zhang Ze’s arms, feeling like everything in this room was unsanitary, finally took refuge inside Zhang Ze’s body.
After quieting down, Zhang Ze resud handling the last batch of fish bones from the strange fish.
As soon as Zhang Ze had extracted the last fish’s bones and carefully placed them into a box, the door suddenly burst open.
The visitor was a white-robed figure, short in stature, around 1.6 ters tall, with an obese figure, an imnse stomach, wearing a sowhat small ball gag mask.
Unlike Zhang Ze’s disdain, this person seed to enjoy it a lot, wearing it carelessly, with his tongue rolling around, spinning the small ball vigorously, which was rather odd.
But what caught the eye most was his clothing.
Seemingly due to the long stay in the dingy room and repeatedly being soaked with fish blood, his clothes had turned deep black.
The chubby man stepped into the room, seemingly showing off his ’black’ attire being stretched by his stomach.
"Have the fish bones been sorted?" he asked loudly, as if he had turned into the black figure.
Zhang Ze didn’t want to bother with him, but as soon as he bowed his head, an unexpected event occurred.
He noticed that Little Fuji had slipped out unnoticed.
Her ergence was abrupt, with no forewarning.
Little Fuji was now crouching, stealthily moving along the side of the round table.
Her small hands disobediently reached for the fish bones in the box.
From her look and deanor, she bore a full and free aura akin to Li, when savoring delicacies with disregard for her surroundings.
But the trouble was, Little Fuji wasn’t wearing a mask now, nor was she pretending to be Li?
Fuji, regardless of size or species, always knew her priorities, never causing trouble at key monts, so why now...
Zhang Ze didn’t have ti to think much, while the chubby man across the table was distracted, he quickly reached out, grabbed Little Fuji, and threw her into the box of fish bones.
Closing the lid, Zhang Ze said, "All sorted, let’s go."
The chubby man looked at Zhang Ze suspiciously, reaching out to open the lid.
But Zhang Ze cleared his throat, reciting the two broken rules set by Xiao Jing.
"Once the tribute is boxed, anyone other than Water Sect guards who opens it will have their five limbs broken and fed to fish."
"If the tribute quality is damaged, according to box liability, the toucher is equally liable."
The chubby man’s hand quickly withdrew, muttering, "The Water Sect is open, the offering begins soon, follow... follow ."
After that, they proceeded in silence, although the chubby man kept glancing sneaky eyes at Zhang Ze, neither did he cause any trouble.
After three resounding signals, several dozen other white-robed figures also stread out from various buildings.
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