1109. The Mysterious Old Man

As the light of the soul-eating needle flickered, the mirage's body quickly shriveled up, and its struggle became increasingly feeble. Not long after, the mirage was completely dead.

Leng Xuan raised his hand and took the Soul-Eating Needle back. This time the Soul-Eating Needle absorbed the essence and blood, but there was no change. It seemed that the essence and blood of the mirage was not enough for the Soul-Eating Needle to transform. After putting away the soul-eating needle, Leng Xuan walked to the body of the mirage and saw that the body of the mirage had been sucked dry, with only the outer fluff still intact. At this time, Long Lingzi's voice was heard: "Boy, this mirage can also be called a rare and exotic beast. Many parts of its body are treasures. You put the body away, maybe it will be used later."

Upon hearing this, Leng Xuan immediately took out the storage bottle, turned the bottle upside down, and put the mirage's body in with a thought. After completing this, he rested for a while and then continued to explore other parts of the col. After searching all morning, he found nothing except the body of the mirage. Seeing that it was still early, Leng Xuan ran to another location. He had previously discovered that there were four places in the mountain where the spiritual energy was the strongest, and now there were three places left.

Leng Xuan ran quickly and spent more than an hour finally arriving at the second place. Where the three peaks meet, there is a flat piece of mud where many exotic flowers and plants grow. Leng Xuan frowned slightly as he walked among the flowers, because he found that these flowers and plants seemed to have signs of manual pruning. After walking for a while, his expression suddenly changed. In front of him, a small hut actually appeared.

At this moment, inside the hut, smoke was rising, as if someone was cooking. Leng Xuan was a little surprised that there were people living in such a remote place. As far as he knew, it was probably more than a hundred miles from here to an inhabited place, and it was still a rugged mountain road. Even if there was transportation, it was useless. He had to rely on his legs to get out. Are the people who live here some experts who are isolated from the world?

After calming down his thoughts, Leng Xuan secretly raised his guard, then walked to the front of the hut, stretched out his hand and knocked on the wooden door. After a while, he heard footsteps coming from inside the hut, and then the door was opened. What appeared in front of Leng Xuan was an old man with silver hair, a face full of wrinkles, and a pair of cloudy eyes full of vicissitudes of life.

Leng Xuan was stunned for a moment, then quickly reacted and said with a smile on his face: "Hello, old man. I'm very sorry to disturb you."

The old man's face had no expression. He glanced at Leng Xuan casually, and then said calmly: "Who are you? How did you come to a place like this?"

Leng Xuan couldn't figure out the old man's details for a while, and naturally he didn't dare to tell his purpose casually. He found an excuse and said: "I am a tourist here. When I was playing in the mountains, I accidentally got lost. I have been wandering around in the mountains for a long time. I just found smoke rising from cooking here, so I ran over immediately, hoping to find someone for help."

The old man looked at Leng Xuan doubtfully, and after a while he said: "It's useless for you to look for me. I can't contact the outside world here. You can go south and walk more than a hundred kilometers before you can get out of the Kunlun Mountains." Obviously the old man had no intention of letting Leng Xuan stay.