C12

At this moment, the moon came out from the dark clouds, shining down with a bright light. Gui Zhi's pale white face was recovering its rosiness, and his aura had stabilized. The temperature of his body had also dropped to its normal temperature.

However, Fang Zishu's expression was not good. In other words, it was extremely bad. There were a few wrinkles on his fair face 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 few years that he had left to let Gui Zhi continue to live. As for how long he would live, that would depend on whether she had the opportunity to do so.

With his current strength, using the Wandering Dragon Golden Needle was still a bit far-fetched.

Looking at the calligraphy piece with his eyes closed, the elderly God continuously 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 Zhoushu was able to execute the Nine Dragons Life Continuing Needle showed that his status in the Fang Clan was not low, and he might even be a direct descendant. If the Fang Clan found out that he was the one who killed him, it would be a light chase.

"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?!" The old god had already planned out the next step in his plan.

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

With a wave of her hand, Gui Zhi's petite body went into the arms of the elderly God and then blended into the darkness.

The man stared at Fang Zhushu. Firstly, he had orders from the old god, and secondly, he didn't understand why the handsome young man who had been a white-faced scholar a moment ago had suddenly turned into a small old man.

As if he had forgotten the environment he was in, he sat there for five hours.

When he stood up, the sound of bones rubbing against each other resounded, and the wrinkles on his face had also disappeared. The only difference between him and what he looked like before was his white hair.

His white hair was like snow, swaying in the wind. He silently smiled wryly as he used his hand to pick up the strands of hair on his forehead.

As expected, everything he owed had to be returned.

Seeing that Fang Zishu had stood up, the man hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Mr Fang, please come this way."

Looking at the dark circles under the man's eyes, Fang Zhushu nodded his head. It was hard to believe that he hadn't slept for the entire night.

Under the lead of the man, Fang Zhoushu arrived at the old god'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.

Ye Zichen raised his eyebrows and was speechless. This old god sure knows how to choose a place. It would be a pity if he didn't 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 can go in by yourself, but I'm not going." The man pushed open the gate and said.

His expression as calm as water, Fang Zishu walked forward steadily. When he reached the door, he didn't knock, but instead pushed it open and entered.

"You're here." When the old god spoke, his hand, dry and inhuman, came down from between the foreheads of the osmanthus branches.

Fang Zishu did not reply. He carefully examined the furniture of the thatched cottage. They were simple: a table and a bed. There wasn't even anything to drink, let alone someone who cooked with a fire.

He was very curious. Could it be that the old god went to the village every day to get food?

Perhaps because he had seen through Fang Zishu's doubt, the old deity said, "The fish in the river are beautiful. If you are hungry, you can just roast them and eat them."

Fang Zishu's gaze once again fell upon the osmanthus branch on the bed. Logically speaking, she should be awake at this time, so Fang Zishu's gaze changed drastically, filled with killing intent.

"I took some sleeping herbs and slept." The old god explained.

As he spoke, the old god shook the cloak on his body. When he entered the room, he still wrapped himself in the black cloak, as if he really 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." The old god looked at the sleeping Gui Zhi and said, "You are a member of the Fang family. Previously, I wasn't sure if you were from the main branch, so I took the risk. 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 trace of emotion.

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

If someone else were to hear of this, Fang Zishu would refuse without hesitation. However, since he was an old god now, it would be a different story.

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

The old god's hands, hidden in his cloak, formed into fists. A fire of joy ignited in his heart, and he took 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 this, Fang Zishu was startled. How did the old god know that he was looking for a Divine Nascent Soul? 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 Book, so you should know the specific location. I am referring to this place as' Ten Thousand Caves Mountain '. As for whether or not you can find any more clues regarding the divine soul, that will depend on whether or not you have the guts." The old god 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, he did not know about these secret recipe books, and he knew even more that with a nod, he had entered 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 god said without even raising his head.

Looking at the daylight outside, it was almost noon. He decided to eat something. He searched around the hut and finally found the bamboo that was supporting the window.

Without another word, Fang Zishu grabbed his bamboo pole and left. He didn't even bother to look at Fang Zishu's retreating back, but started to giggle in a low voice.

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.