Ding Songyan offered Lay Buddhist Little Zhang an earnest reminder:
"Hero Ou isn't like the 'Devil Lord' or the 'Evil Immortal.' He'll stay in the Flame Capital for a long time. You can't evade him simply by hiding deep for a while, unless you really enjoy a life of only contacting people indirectly and are willing to keep it up forever. Otherwise, you still need to write what needs writing."
"I understand." Zhang Qiang's smile vanished, making his pallor all the more pronounced.
After those few pointed remarks, Ding Songyan smiled amiably:
"How much silver for the information on the Ghost-Wyrm Path?"
Lay Buddhist Little Zhang ventured:
"How about two hundred taels?"
"Very fair. You get what you pay for." Ding Songyan took two hundred-tael banknotes from inside his robes and handed them over.
Receiving the money made Lay Buddhist Little Zhang even more certain that he had correctly understood the implication of those earlier words.
This man wasn't a born miser who begrudged spending silver and was using Ou Luwen to threaten him. Rather, he was using that pretext to deliver a warning:
I'm not like the 'Devil Lord' or the 'Evil Immortal.' I'll remain in the Flame Capital. If you think you can conceal your identity and sell me out by passing information about me to the Accumulated Evil Path, whether I die is uncertain, but you certainly won't survive. I'll wait patiently for you to appear, just as I did today. Even if no one reveals your hiding place, I can still come knocking. Lay Buddhist Little Zhang rose in his loose robes, walked to the bookshelf, and retrieved several sheets of paper.
"People from the Ghost-Wyrm Path have appeared on East Town, Huaiyuan, and Shuning Streets and in the nearby alleys. I asked friends at Heaven-Bearing