C12 Repayment of Information

At this moment, the moon came out from the dark clouds, the bright light shone down, Guizhi's pale white face regained its colour, and her Qi stabilized, and the temperature of her body dropped to its normal temperature.

But, Fang Zishu's face did not look good. In other words, it was extremely bad, his fair and white face had a few wrinkles, and his hair … It was all white.

There was a price to be paid for prolonging one's life. The value of one's life was equal to one's life.

Fang Zishu used the remaining years of his life to let Guizhi continue living. As for how long she could live, that would depend on whether she had the luck or not.

Fang Zishu meditated and meditated on the spot. With his current strength, using the Wandering Dragon Golden Needle would be a little far-fetched.

Looking at Fang Zishu who was meditating with his eyes closed, Old Shen felt an itch in his heart. The treasure was right in front of him, he could reach it with his bare hands.

But the problem was, could he just kill people by looting their goods? The fact that Fang Zishu was able to use the Nine Dragons Life Continuing Needle showed that his status in the Fang Family was not low, and he might even be a direct descendant of the family. If the Fang Family found out that he was the one who killed him, then chasing after him for a thousand miles would be considered light.

"It's easy to dodge on the spot, but difficult to guard against hidden arrows. I have my own ways of dealing with you. If you die, the blood essence will become ownerless. If you say you picked it up yourself, then what can the Fang family do to me?!" Old Shen had already planned in his heart and decided on the next step.

"Look after him. If he wakes up, bring him to my room." The Old Shen said to the man.

With a wave of her hand, Guizhi's petite body entered the embrace of the Old Shen, then blended into the darkness of the night.

The man stared at Fang Zishu. Firstly, it was because the Old Shen gave him the order, and secondly, he did not understand why the handsome young man who was just a white-faced scholar would suddenly turn into a small old man.

Fang Zishu calmly regulated his breathing, as if he had forgotten the environment he was in, and sat for five hours.

Following the first ray of dawn that caressed his cheek, Fang Zishu opened his eyes and spat out a mouthful of foul air. When he stood up, the bones in his body creaked loudly, and the wrinkles on his face also disappeared. The only difference that he had from before was that he had this head of white hair.

His white hair was like snow, swaying in the wind. Fang Zishu laughed bitterly in silence as he used his hands to pick up the strands of hair on his forehead.

As expected, everything he owed had to be returned.

Seeing Fang Zishu stand up, the man immediately went up and said: "Mr. Fang, please come this way."

Looking at the man's two dark circles under his eyes, Fang Zishu nodded his head.

Under the guidance of the man, Fang Zishu arrived at the Old Shen's residence.

It was a thatched cottage built on a mountain, and beside it was a small stream that flowed in a crescent-shaped river.

Fang Zishu was speechless, the Old Shen sure knew how to choose a place, it would be a pity if he did not become a feng shui master.

At the front and back of the mountain were walls of water that formed the moon, typical of which was the surface area of the Frigid Toad. This thatched cottage was situated at the center of the dividing line, and all the essence of nature and sun and moon were gathered here.

"Mr. Fang, you go in yourself, I won't be going." The man pushed open the gate and said.

With a calm expression, Fang Zishu walked with steady steps. When he reached the door, he did not knock, but rather directly pushed the door open.

"You're here." Old Shen said as he removed his hand that was so dry that it looked inhuman from Guizhi's forehead.

Fang Zishu did not reply, but his gaze continued to size up the hut. The furniture of the thatched cottage was very simple, there were only tables and beds here, and not even a single object to drink water on, let alone a fellow who made a fire for cooking.

Fang Zishu was curious. Could it be that Old Shen went to the village every day to get food?

Perhaps seeing Fang Zishu's doubt, the Old Shen spoke out, "The fish in the river are beautiful, if you are hungry, you can grill them and eat."

Fang Zishu then looked at Guizhi who was on the bed. Logically speaking, she should be awake at this time, so Fang Zishu's gaze changed drastically, and was filled with killing intent.

"I took some sleeping herbs and slept." The Old Shen explained.

With that, Old Shen shook the cape on his body. When he entered the room, he still wrapped himself in the black cloak as if he hated the sunlight.

"This child's life is miserable. She lost her parents long ago, and now that I've met you, it can be considered the fortune of her life." Old Shen looked at Guizhi who was sleeping soundly on the bed, and said, "You are a member of the Fang family, previously I was not sure if you were from the main bloodline, which was why I took the risk, but from the looks of it, my luck seems to be very good."

"She deserves to die!" Fang Zishu's voice was as cold as snow, without a single trace of emotion.

Since you saved her, this old man owes you a favor. However, I hate owing favors. Troublesome.

If it was someone else, Fang Zishu would not hesitate to reject them, but since he was now a Old Shen, it would be a different story.

"Tell me the news." Fang Zishu's tone was lukewarm, as if he was unmoved.

Old Shen clenched his fist inside his cape and a happy flame ignited in his heart. He had taken the bait.

"I know what you're looking for and I know some things about that thing. I believe that the value of this information is enough to make up for your favor!"

Hearing that, Fang Zishu's heart trembled, how did Old Shen know he was looking for Divine Infant? A cop told him? However, he had asked the man on the way over. He had never seen a stranger here before.

The man did not know that the police had entered the Death Acupuncture Point Tower. Even if they had not come out, they would not have come here.

"You have obtained the black-skinned book, so you should know the exact location. The place that I'm talking about is on the road that you must pass through, called the Ten Thousand Caves Mountain. As for whether or not you can find any more clues regarding Divine Infant, it will depend on whether or not you have the guts." Old Shen slowly said.

What kind of place was the Ten Thousand Cave Mountain? It was the home of a fox spirit in myths. If a person entered, they would lose their way and lose their soul. If they did, they would never be able to leave.

The Ten Thousand Cave Mountain here was not as ethereal as the legends claimed, but it was still more terrifying. There were no living creatures within a five kilometer radius, and all the vegetation here was black.

Therefore, the Ten Thousand Caves Mountain had always been a forbidden area within the village. From generation to generation, the elders passed down that the Ten Thousand Caves Mountain was inhabited by devils and that the living were not allowed to enter.

Of course, Fang Zishu did not know about this secret, he knew even more that with a nod of his head, he had stepped into a trap.

"The position of the Ten Thousand Caves Mountain?" Fang Zishu asked coldly.

"When you leave the village and head thirty kilometers south, you will reach the Ten Thousand Caves Mountain after passing through the One Line Cliff." The Old Shen said without raising his head.

Seeing that it was already noon and the sun was shining brightly, Fang Zishu decided to eat something. He searched around the hut and finally locked onto the bamboo pole supporting the window.

Without saying a word, Fang Zishu took off the bamboo pole and walked out. Old Shen did not organize it either, and laughed softly as he watched Fang Zishu's back.

The sound was extremely horrifying.

It was as if someone had taken a huge pen and written a "one" on the peak. The whole ridge was separated from the middle, up and down, and his eyes were focused on the dark, damp road through the "one".

From this point onwards, it was the outskirts of the Ten Thousand Caves Mountain. Normally, no one from the village would come here.