"Heh heh, Blood Food is hard to transport and even harder to hide."
The old shopkeeper's eyes swept over the seven or eight yellowish, dusty cloth bags, and he lowered his voice. "But that's for discerning folk. For your Tan'er Sect, the Method is brutally simple. It's nothing more than human skin bags, is it? You kill a few people, skin them, then refine the skins with your Tan'er Sect's sinister Method, sew them into bags, and you can prevent the scent of Blood Food from leaking. Isn't that so?"
The Cai Yi person beside Ninth Grandpa heard Shopkeeper Wu's words but didn't dare to answer, staring at him intently.
It was Ninth Grandpa who didn't seem surprised at all. Instead, he chuckled softly. "You figured out that we left this batch of Blood Food here and guessed how we hid it. Why were you so patient, waiting a whole year for us to come without making a move? Oh, by the way, you don't know our 'door-sweeping' Method, so you couldn't find it, is that right?"
