"These were all told to you by the 'Little Immortal'?" Yang Xiao frowned.
"Not just me, many people, many people come to listen to the Little Immortal. The Little Immortal also taught us to sing the 'Immortal Poem,' saying that once we master it, we can avert disasters and turn bad luck into good fortune." As he mentioned the Little Immortal, the old beggar's face unconsciously revealed a hint of reverence.
"What exactly do you mean by 'evil place'?" Yang Xiao suddenly asked.
"Ah, haven't I already told you? These past few years, quite a few people have disappeared around here, alive without a trace, dead without a body," the old beggar said anxiously.
"If that's the case, why would you come here?" Yang Xiao caught the loophole in the old beggar's words and argued back.
The old beggar stretched his mouth, revealing a row of teeth missing several incisors, "Where else could I go? The people from Earl Mansion don't come here because of the evil presence nearby."
