Qin Ming entered the dense forest beside the road and dug a deep hole with his Mutton Fat Jade Iron Blade, burying a palm-sized piece of cloth in it.
"Scared of getting into trouble?" Old Man Liu asked.
Qin Ming nodded and threw a wild rabbit he had caught into the hole as well.
The youth formed from the black mist was cold and icy, giving him a very bad feeling. It was best to be cautious with the only item he carried.
The two had a steaming breakfast in Yinteng Town, wandered the streets for half a two-hours, and then headed for the home they had agreed to visit.
The Wu Family's residence was not small, but it showed signs of disrepair, with peeling red paint on the main gate and a lacklustre bronze ring.
"Old Wu, open the door!" Old Man Liu knocked on the ring.
"Coming." An old man appeared and invited them into the home.
