Du Xiaozhuang lived behind the ancient town.
His home was somewhat dilapidated, merely a small courtyard.
He lived there with his wife, Li Wen.
The two also had a child, but the child was always wrapped in cloth and never seen by others.
Xu Zimo knew that children of the Ancient Remnant Tribe bore black curse marks on their faces from the moment they were born.
These curse marks were extremely distinctive, practically the symbol of the Ancient Remnant Tribe's identity, and could not be concealed.
Only when the child gradually grew up and the curse mark matured would it ultimately transform into power and merge into the Ancient Remnant Tribe member's body.
The child naturally did not dare show himself to others at this time.
When she saw a stranger arrive at their home, Li Wen seemed somewhat startled.
The Ancient Remnant Tribe did not entertain outsiders.
After all, they lived under assumed names, afraid of being discovered.
Du Xiaozhuang waved at her and said with a smile, "Go make a few dishes. I'll have a few drinks with our benefactor."
He pulled Xu Zimo into the inner room. This room was specifically for receiving guests, though no one had stayed there for a long time.
Du Xiaozhuang worked efficiently and soon cleaned the room.
He smiled and said, "I'm a man who clearly distinguishes gratitude from grudges. You helped me, so stay here and recover from your injuries before leaving."
"It's really nothing serious," Xu Zimo said, shaking his head.
As he spoke, he coughed up several more mouthfuls of blood.
"And you call that nothing?" Du Xiaozhuang hurriedly said.
"There aren't many good people like you these days. Later, I'll go into town and find someone to take a look at you."
"There's really no need. Why