C18 Immortal Old Man

After they left the Plaza, Feng Suiqing took Meng Zhi around for a walk. When it was about time to go and save them, they could seize the opportunity of the cold weather in the East. Thinking about it, Feng Suiqing was very happy.

There is no information that they do not know. It is said that they can investigate how many strands of hair you lost every day, and in his previous life, when he was in trouble with the immortal old man, because of his cowardice, he found some herbs to stop his bleeding and ran away. Later on, he was saved by Dongfang Hanshuo, so he thought that the actual hemostasis grass that saved his life was something that Dongfang Hanshuo found.

Accepting Dongfang Hanshuo as his disciple, the immortal old man was already over a hundred years old, living for so long was not easy, every few years he would die, the entire Qianji Pavilion would become Dongfang Hanshuo's property. In her previous life, she had been an idiot when it came to helping others. She had accepted it, but in this life, since she had been reborn, it was hers that no one could snatch away.

"Mengzhi, wait here for me." Feng Suiqing planned to head there alone. For the time being, she did not want to break the image that her parents had of her.

"But …" "No buts, don't worry, I'll be fine. If I'm not back by nightfall, you can go home and tell your big brother not to disturb your father and mother."

After she finished speaking, Feng Suiqing went around to the back door. She had long since ordered the carriage to wait for her at the back door. Feng Suiqin, who was riding in a carriage, slipped out from under the carriage.

He took out a set of coarse clothes worn by commoners from his bag and used some dark rouge to cover up his creamy snow-white muscles. After this exchange, at most, others would think that she was a pretty girl.

The alley was very remote, but the moment she entered, she could smell a strong stench of blood, making her feel disgusted. However, Feng Suiqing's expression did not change, and she walked into a thatched cottage in the depths of the alley with a familiar face.

The assassins didn't find the immortal old man, but what they didn't know was that the immortal old man wasn't here before, but since the front part of the house was searched, he came in immediately.

Feng Suiqing had kept the hemostatic grass in her scented bag long before she came here. At this moment, she effortlessly found the unconscious and undying old man covered in blood lying on the pile of straw in the kitchen.

She placed the hemostatic grass in her mouth and chewed it until it bled profusely from his neck. After that, she muttered, "The soil on the hemostatic grass smells really bad."

After doing all this, she just stood to the side and waited for the undying to wake up. Unlike Dongfang Hanshuo, she was not like the immortal elder who carried her up to find a doctor. She was a little girl who hadn't even grown a hair at the age of eight, and there was no one to help her, so it was fine as long as she could keep her life.

After a while, the undying old man let out a painful groan. When he struggled to open his eyes, he saw a girl with a withered yellow face but with a very bright smile. Her eyes were especially bright. Eh, God of Fortune.

"Cough cough. Little girl, did you save me?" The undying elder still felt that it was necessary to ask about the other party's identity.

Feng Suiqing was extremely happy to see the undying old man wake up. "Mmm, it's me."

The undying old man was also a brave little girl, "Cough, it's a pity that I'm only a dying person now, I have nothing to repay you. Take this and leave, don't let others see it." As he spoke, he took out a box from his bosom.