It seemed this thing really was quite precious in this world. Lu Ren casually tossed the Frost Condensing Grass in his hand to Zhang Yan, watched him catch it in a fluster, then carefully place it into a box.
He looked like he had just lost both parents and had a child at the same time, his expression impossibly complicated.
Lu Ren could only shake his head. Sigh, people in this world really do have it hard.
He followed Zhang Yan for nearly eight hours. The man seemed intimately familiar with the area, especially which paths to circle around rather than enter. At the same time, he explained what dangers lurked within.
"Especially that Dead Lake. Legend has it that five hundred years ago, after Chen Ran breached one of Liang Zhao's cities, he buried the civilians alive in a mass grave. Then he diverted river water into it and turned it into a lake. Don't be fooled by how calm the surface is. Beneath the water, baleful energy runs thick and resentment breeds everywhere, freezing one to the bone. Those civilians who were buried alive became Water Ghosts. Once someone goes down there, they'll never come back up."
Lu Ren listened thoughtfully. "...No wonder the water was so unnaturally cold when I climbed out. So that was why."
Zhang Yan turned back to stare at Lu Ren in utter shock. "Y-you, sir... you've been there?"
"Mm. I accidentally fell in."
"..."
And you still say you're not a monster? Any normal person would have been dragged under by the Water Ghosts long ago!!
What kind of monster was following behind them?!
Zhang Yan and Chen Ling exchanged a knowing glance, each seeing the same mournful sigh in the other's eyes.
Why is my life so miserable?!
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