Fengjiu shook her head again: "No." She had only met ghosts.
The old woman sat down and said, "The people in this town have moved away a long time ago because there are vengeful spirits haunting this place. They thought it was a ghost, and even the Taoist priests who were supposed to collect ghosts couldn't solve it, so they had to move away."
After hearing her answer to the question she had asked first, Feng Jiu's eyes moved slightly and she listened quietly. This hunchbacked old woman gave her a very strange feeling, like a hermit who had escaped from the world in the countryside.
Everyone in the town left, but she stayed. An old woman lived alone in such a place, with only the vengeful spirits outside to keep her company.
The so-called soul refining method was something she had never seen or heard of. By swallowing the vengeful spirit and using her own body as a furnace, she could actually refine a pure soul as white as cotton.
From her words, it seemed that he had already seen her identity as a woman, and also knew that she was an alchemist. Otherwise, she would not have told her that the Yuan Ling could be used in the elixir.
But, why would such a person tell her all this? What she said was like popularizing her knowledge, telling her some things she had never come into contact with. For someone who had just met, saying these things seemed a little abnormal.
But she didn't sense any murderous intent from her. Even so, she still felt a little uneasy in her heart, because the person in front of her was so unfathomable that she felt like she was in danger.
Her sixth sense has always been very accurate, and that is why she felt that there was something strange about this old woman. However, although she was alert and secretly guarded against this old woman in her heart, she did not show it on her face. Even her behavior and demeanor treated this old woman as a good person who was helping her.
Yes, she had indeed helped her so far, and it was normal for her to show trust and gratitude.
"They have all moved away, but I like this place and have lived here for many years. I don't want to leave." When she said this, she raised her head and glanced at Fengjiu with her eyes as calm as a dry well.
It was obviously a very ordinary glance, but in Fengjiu's eyes, it seemed to have a different meaning. When that glance fell on her, her heart sank slightly, but she smiled with her eyes narrowed, and said in a light tone: "Many things are habits, just like me, I like to walk around in beggar clothes."
"Yeah, it's all habit."
The hunchbacked old woman responded, lowered her head and closed her eyes, pulled out a toothpick-sized red string from her sleeve with one hand, and sat there tying and tying knots.
Seeing this, Fengjiu took out the cake that the old woman had given her before. She glanced at the sesame seeds sprinkled on the cake, her eyes flashed, and she took a bite and started eating.
"Old man, why can your body be used as a furnace? If so, won't your body be able to bear it?" She asked while eating the cake.
She looked up at Fengjiu and said slowly in an old voice, "No, because my body is the furnace."
"What about this spirit?" She pointed at the little white thing that looked like cotton wool and was resting on her shoulder. "Is this little thing like this? It seems to like me very much?"