Yi Chen was not stingy. He directly offered up the entire large bag of Grave Tea he had just obtained.
Although tea was a Good Thing, it was not a necessity. He could also purchase it directly from the organization later, so there was no need to drink the highest-grade Grave Tea right from the start.
As all the tea was pulled into the old woman's mouth, a satisfied expression immediately appeared on her face.
"These young people nowadays are quite sensible. Our conversation will still last an hour, but I'll give you something else as well..."
The old woman extended her dry, withered fingers, like dead tree branches, and touched her cheek.
"Your 'Dead Person Makeup' is only useful for disguising yourself. That's far from enough. I'll teach you some more effective and lethal 'makeup.' It'll help you greatly at your current stage.
"Come find me at midnight every Saturday and study for an hour."
"Thank you, Granny Tang."
"You don't need to thank me. After all, you're the second 'one who cannot die' I've met in all my years. The first, of course, is me.
"Ask whatever you want directly. Remember to leave the room before this candle burns out. Otherwise, I might lose control of my rotting, filthy mental urges and do something far too nice to you."
The old woman's blackened tongue, riddled with sores yet remarkably nimble, twisted rapidly through the air. Sometimes it folded; sometimes it rolled, producing strange slapping sounds like meat.
It seemed that if Yi Chen failed to leave on time, he would have to accept punishment from that tongue.
Yi Chen was not bothered at all by Granny Tang's strange behavior. He made the most of his time and asked the crucial question:
"I want to know why we can