"Master, should you wish to hear more stories in the future, seek me out!" The old man bent in a respectful bow towards Qin Huai, not leaving his side until he reached the entrance of the restaurant.
"Fifth Master, did you glean anything from him?" Zhou Cunzhong inquired.
"Not much," Qin Huai replied, not fully divulging his thoughts to Zhou Cunzhong. However, he was now convinced that the strange place wasn't a realm of absolute death and that it was indeed possible to emerge alive from its depths.
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Meanwhile, at the Blood Poison Gang's hideout, Wen Zonghao was engrossed in a gruesome feast within his modest pharmacy. The scent of blood filled the air, giving birth to a menacing aura that could unhinge a weaker martial artist instantly.
The object of Wen Zonghao's gruesome attention was Yin Rongen, who had recently met his end.
"Leader," a raspy voice sounded from the entrance of the pharmacy.