The owner held up five fingers.
Xu Zimo smiled. "Can something this good be measured with money?"
"Even the finest thing in this world has a price," the owner replied indifferently.
He answered.
"Actually, I'm not afraid to tell you."
"After obtaining this skull, I originally had no intention of selling it."
"I thought I might keep it for myself, but no matter what methods I tried, I couldn't uncover the skull's secrets."
"To put it plainly, this item and I were not fated."
"Rather than keep it like chicken ribs—tasteless to eat, yet a pity to discard—I might as well trade it for something useful."
"What do you mean by holding up five fingers?" Su Qianyuan could not help asking.
"Do you know Five Mountains Old Man?" the Old Man asked.
Xu Zimo shook his head.
It was the first time both he and Su Qianyuan had come to Sun City.
They knew practically nothing about this place.
So he knew nothing at all about its powerful figures or its locations.
"Help me kill Five Mountains Old Man, and this skull will be yours. What do you say?" the Old Man said.
"What, do you have a deep and bitter grudge against him?" Xu Zimo asked with a smile.
"Deep and bitter grudge would be putting it lightly. A blood-deep vendetta, that much is true."
The Old Man was unwilling to say much about what had happened before.
In short, merely mentioning that name made him grit his teeth in hatred.
At that moment, before Xu Zimo could answer, the vendor beside them spoke up.
He smiled and said, "Young man, don't agree so easily."
"This skull may be excellent, but Five Mountains Old Man isn't someone you can offend at will."
"Oh? Does he have some formidable background?"