"You guys, please step back."

"yes!"

The three major disciples responded to the order and retired respectfully.

Zhang Renchu ​​stands in the snow with his hands behind his back, his white clothes and white hair, contrasting with the white snow, as if he has merged into one, cold and chilling!

After standing for a moment, his figure blurred and instantly disappeared into the snow valley.

One hundred meters beneath the snow valley, there is a huge cave.

The cave was pitch black and exuded a pungent musty smell.

On the rock wall deep in the cave, there are two rusty iron chains hanging, one end is deeply embedded in the wall, and an old man is locked at the other end.

The white hair on his head is as messy as withered grass, his skin is shriveled, his bones are as thin as firewood, and his hands are like chicken feet.

Two iron chains passed through his shoulder blades, locking them tightly.

Suddenly, a long centipede-like insect crawled out from the crack in the rock and penetrated into the old man's nasal cavity looking for the breath of a living person.

This insect is unique to the snowy mountains and is hundreds of times more poisonous than ordinary centipedes. It especially likes to burrow into living objects through the nasal cavity, and then slowly eats away all its internal organs.

Just when the long worm was about to sink into the nose, the chicken claw-like hand suddenly moved, grabbed the tail of the long worm, pulled it out of the nose, and threw it into the mouth.

Chew a few times.

There is a crunching sound and juices flow freely.

This kind of poison is something that ordinary people avoid because of fear.

But for this old man, it is a rare snack.

While he was enjoying it, suddenly there was a sound of footsteps approaching from far away.

The old man suddenly opened his eyes, a pair of eyes shining brightly in the darkness, like a ferocious beast.

Soon, a figure appeared in front of him.

He has white clothes and white hair, handsome appearance, and a chic demeanor. He is obviously ninety years old, but his face is so young that it makes people jealous.

There was a soft sneer.

A bright yellow flame suddenly emerged from the darkness, illuminating the surrounding area and causing the old man to squint his eyes.

"Zhang Renchu, are you not dead yet?" The old man chewed the worm, his voice hoarse and harsh, like nails scratching an iron pot.

"Master Deng is not dead, so how dare I die first?" Zhang Renchu ​​smiled slightly.

A flame danced on his fingertips.

With a flick of his finger, the flame flew out, hung in the air, and broke through the darkness.

"Hahahaha, you Zhang Renchu ​​will definitely die before this old man like me!" The old man laughed.

Zhang Renchu's handsome face flickered in and out of light under the firelight, "Then do you believe that I will kill you now?"

"Come here." The old man scratched his neck and rubbed out a ball of dirt, not caring about Zhang Renchu's threat.

"If you want to die, I'm afraid it won't be that easy." Zhang Renchu ​​said with a smile.

"How long have you been imprisoning me? Well, is it almost five years?" The old man popped out the dirt and seemed to suddenly understand. "It turns out that you are about to die. No wonder you came to me."

Zhang Renchu ​​smiled faintly and said, "Master Deng, I'm afraid your original hexagram was inaccurate."

"If it's really not accurate, why would you imprison me, an old man? Zhang Renchu, Zhang Renchu, you are such a hypocrite!" the old man said with a sarcastic look.

Zhang Renchu ​​was not angry, "I went to your apprentice five years ago and asked him to tell me a fortune, but the result was exactly the opposite of what you said."

"Have you ever looked for Yuan Wang?" The old man's eyes narrowed, but he soon revealed his sarcasm, "It is impossible for my apprentice to divine this hexagram for you. Even if he divines this hexagram, he will only be the same as me!"

Zhang Renchu's eyes flashed coldly.
Chapter completed!