C12 (1/2)

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?