Zhong Sheng and Zhang Guo surrounded the old clam for a long time, like a tiger swallowing the sky, with nowhere to eat.

"Move!"

The yard of the scholar's house was too small to use, so the two of them found an open place.

Zhang Guo put his hands on the clam shell and was about to exert force when he saw the old clam quickly float into the air. It turned out that it was Zhong Sheng who exerted his strength.

He can carry an old clam by himself and walk quickly without blushing or panting.

"Wait a minute, you two."

The middle-aged scholar held his waist and moved to the door frame with difficulty, "Please pay the money to repair the house."

Zhang Guo kicked his foot back, and a ball of sand hit the scholar's face. He covered his eyes and screamed like a pig.

By the time the scholar rubbed his eyes, Zhang Guo and Zhong Sheng had disappeared.

Next to the underground cave dwelling, Zhong Sheng was still complaining, "Why don't you let me beat the poor and ignorant to death?"

"Don't worry about what he does, we still have business to do."

Zhang Guo motioned to Zhong Sheng to move the old clam, place it on the cave dwelling, and use a few big stones to cushion it.

"Have you ever eaten river clams or sea shells?"

Zhong Sheng shook his head, "I rarely eat."

"That's right, let me tell you, although the mussel meat is soft, it is hidden in the shell and has a very strong bite."

"A sledgehammer can't smash it, and a sharp knife can't lift it, but there is a way to make the clam shell open automatically."

Zhong Sheng was surprised, "What's a good idea?"

"Burn on fire."

Zhang Guo took out the fire sickle and tinder slowly, and got busy.

"Put the clams directly on the fire and burn them. The river water in the shells will boil and the clam meat will become sizzling. We have to open the shells to survive."

At this point, Lao Ben couldn't bear it anymore, "It's too poisonous."

"Hey, no matter what the plan is, just be useful."

While Zhang Guo was speaking, he lit a fire and stuffed dead branches and leaves under the clam.

Then, the two of them added more firewood one after another, causing smoke to billow and heat waves to hit their faces.

After a while, Lao Ben heard a sarcastic laugh, "Happy, happy, are you giving me a hot bath?"

"You're stupid! I just teased you."

As soon as he finished speaking, moisture appeared on the lines on the clam shell, and a large white mist rose, immediately extinguishing the long-burning pyre.

Miscalculation, the spirit in the river can play with water and cannot be burned by constant fire.

Zhang Guo rolled up his sleeves and said, "Just wait until I find an alchemy furnace so that I can't kill you."

"Why is it so troublesome?"

Zhong Sheng took out his white knife and inserted it into his chest.

"Zhong Langjun, you are not only so strong, but you can still find a way to open the clam shell without committing suicide."

The next moment, he saw a clue. He was not committing suicide, but actually casting a spell.

Zhongsheng's heat swept through the whole body, smoke curled up from the seven orifices, and the air flow in and out of breath began to heat up.

"Taoist Zhang, get out of the way."

Zhong Sheng exhaled heavily and spit out a stream of orange fire, spreading up and down the clam shell.

The mist was washed away by the stream of flames and dissipated without a trace in an instant.

"Ah!"

The old clam was so angry that he said, "Don't even think about cooking me!"

Gududu!

Large tracts of mist seep into the clam shell, resisting the burning erosion of the orange flame current, and the heat wave in the air transpires.

Zhong Sheng and Zhang Guo felt like they were in a bathhouse, sweating profusely after just a few breaths.

"Is this possible?

Zhang Guo gestured towards Lao Bang, "Although your firepower is strong, it turns water into mist and goes with the wind, weakening a lot of high temperature."

"If you continue like this, your efforts will be in vain and you still won't be able to open the clam shell."

Hearing this, Old Benjing said proudly, "The little Taoist priest is right, you can't do anything to me."

"Stop it now. If you don't fight anymore, I can give you three liters of river beads. They are round beads that can roll away on the plate."

Zhong Sheng angrily said, "Do you think we are stupid? There are two of us, how can we divide three liters of pearls?"

"That's right, that's right."

Zhang Guo regretted it as soon as he finished speaking. It seemed that they could really break up.

If we can't reach an agreement, keep taking action!

Zhong Sheng recalled that when cooking at home, the stove used a bellows to heat up, so he might as well imitate it.

He inhaled sharply, but he held a ball of fire in his throat and didn't rush to spit it out. He opened his mouth wide and smoke slowly rose.

With the second breath, the temperature of the fire increased sharply, my eyelids began to feel hot, and all my orifices were about to catch fire.

After a few more breaths, the light smoke rising from my mouth turned into streams of fire.

"Poof!

Zhong Sheng felt that he had reached his limit. He opened his mouth and spat out the long-simmering ball of fire. It felt surprisingly sticky and hot, and his throat was stretched.

The old clam was about to say, "Four liters of pearls will do."

A ball of fire has fallen on me.

The fire this time was particularly different. As soon as it appeared, the surrounding moisture and mist disappeared immediately, and the atmosphere of the bathhouse was swept away.

Instead, there is a climate similar to that of a desert at noon, dry, hot, and heartburning.

The old clam essence was the first to bear the brunt. The clam shell was stained with yellow and whitish firelight, and it was viscous and flowing like liquid.

Zizzi!

There is a burnt smell in the air, which is similar to the smell of flames ripping through the fish scales when grilling fish.

"Ah!"

The clam shell opened instantly, a beam of light shot out, and appeared ten feet away in the blink of an eye.

"No, the old clam needs the golden cicada to shed its shell."

That ball of light is exactly that orb, which entrusts the essence of the old clam.

The clam shell and clam meat have been burned to the point of suffering from tuberculosis and seven injuries, and it is difficult to escape. The clam spirit places its body on the orb, trying to escape.

A jewel is only as big as it is, and it flies out of the sky as fast as it flies.

In desperation, Zhang Guo took out a talisman and slapped it on his knee.

Zhong Sheng was furious when he saw this, "Didn't you say you can't?"

"I know a little bit, just a little bit."

Zhang Guo didn't have time to explain, so he was about to catch up, but he heard the wind blowing in his ears and heard a familiar high-spirited cry.

The little donkey was smart and quick, spreading its hooves to catch up. In the blink of an eye, the distance shortened at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Good baby, just save me a charm."

Zhang Guo carefully took off the talisman from his knee and carefully put it in his arms.

Look at the old clam shell again. The clam shell is as strong as fine steel. It has been burned through several large holes, and a fist can be inserted into it.

There is a ball of soft meat inside, which has shrunk ten times and has been burned into a coke-like appearance.

The yellow and white fire is still burning, and the air is filled with the smell of burning protein.

After a while, the little donkey ran back with a pearl in its mouth, as if offering a treasure.

It glanced sideways at Zhang Guo, walked around him, and plunged into Zhong Sheng's arms.

"Good boy."

Zhong Sheng took off the orb and felt it when he held it. It was moist and felt like soaking in a cold spring.

When Zhang Guo saw this, his heart suddenly rose. If the other party wanted to take it all for himself, there was nothing he could do.

Zhong Sheng inserted a short knife into his chest and spit out blazing fire. It was extremely powerful and burned the old clam to death.

He gritted his teeth, put his hand into his arms, and held a corner of the yellow paper.

"Taoist Zhang, what are you still doing?"

Zhong Sheng called Zhang Guo over and handed him the orb, "Look, how much is it worth?"

Zhang Guo took the pearl and couldn't believe it. A treasure worth thousands of gold was handed over to him so easily?

After he breathed a sigh of relief, he made a decision in his heart.

"Zhong Langjun, what a coincidence, this orb has a chance, and you and I bumped into it."
Chapter completed!