"What was Li Poxiao doing in Yinfeng Town?" I was utterly stunned.
"Heh heh. That Taoist named Li Poxiao arrived when the third group came to inspect the Blood Cloud Coffin. He wasn't very old, but he looked incredibly seasoned. One of his companions might be someone you know—the Li Ruizhong from your Dalong County. That fellow Li Ruizhong came several times. I know him." Zuo Chen stroked his chin, his voice rather unpleasant.
"Li Ruizhong?" I jumped. Had Li Ruizhong gotten mixed up in the Blood Cloud Coffin again? Now this was getting interesting.
"Heh heh, I knew you knew him. Quite a few people came to see the Blood Cloud Coffin, but very few could enter my Yinfeng Town. Before Prince Xuan arrived, there were only three groups. I deliberately let the first two in. As soon as they entered, they both tried to control the Blood Cloud Coffin. But did they think it was so easy to manipulate? Ghosts were fine after seeing it, but living people were instantly drained into dried corpses the moment they touched it. That ghost coffin hastened people into old age. Just imagine—a group of strikingly beautiful female Taoists encountering the Blood Cloud Coffin, their faces rapidly growing old. Isn't that interesting? Oh, right. Your impression of the Blood Cloud Coffin seems to be stuck at the time the Ghost King carried it. Actually, when it first arrived in Yinfeng Town, it was only a semitransparent framework. It was alive, and the blood clouds weren't nearly so dense, but it kept breathing and spewing ghostly energy like a human." Zuo Chen reminisced, yet a sinister smile spread across his face, as though all his memories were delightful.
A chill ran through my body. Zuo Chen's twisted tastes were genuinely frightening. A woman