Azanmu's compromise did not cause even the slightest emotional fluctuation in Xu Fan.

Xu Fan still looked at him with that expressionless face, as if he had never been nervous, as if he might keep silent.

This indifferent demeanor instantly made Azanmu's mood anxious.

"I... I have other things! I! I can tell you everything! Please, don't... don't torture me like this anymore!"

Previously, he considered the rescue method of the Blood Spirit Corpse as a major bargaining chip, but now, under Xu Fan's threats, he suddenly felt that it was a joke!

At this moment, to avoid further pain, he once again upped the stakes with Xu Fan.

He truly couldn't stand it anymore.

"Oh?"

Finally, under Azanmu's pleading gaze, Xu Fan spoke.

Xu Fan slightly lifted his eyelids and looked at Azanmu.

"Speak."

Those simple two words were like a key opening Azanmu's box of words, and he confessed everything to Xu Fan in one breath.

"Information... about the Blood Spirit Corpse is... is all in here."

As he spoke, Azanmu took out a woolen scroll from a close-fitting position.

Due to the previous fight, the woolen scroll was somewhat damaged, but because it was kept close, it wasn't greatly harmed.

Azanmu was genuinely honest this time, fearing Xu Fan might suspect he had tampered with the scroll, he even checked it for Xu Fan personally.

"Enough, stop with the useless stuff, throw it over."

Xu Fan urged, immediately catching the scroll Azanmu tossed.

Opening the scroll, it was apparent that it detailed the method of creating the Blood Spirit Corpse.

Not worried that Azanmu might scheme at this point, Xu Fan started reading the scroll meticulously.

"The Blood Spirit Corpse is different from a regular Living Corpse; it retains the life of the materials. Its frenzy is purely due to the effects of drugs and the confusion of its mind through excessive slaughter."

Perhaps fearing Xu Fan wouldn't understand it in a short time, Azanmu knelt down to explain.

To be honest, the method of rescuing the Blood Spirit Corpse was not ideal, and as he explained, he was truly worried that after hearing this, Xu Fan would torment him more intensely.

"The method to dispel the demonic nature of the Blood Spirit Corpse is recorded at the bottom of the Secret Scroll, but..."

As Azanmu spoke, his voice paused, only continuing when Xu Fan looked at him.

"To completely dispel the demonic nature from her body, it might take a long time..."

Hearing Azanmu's explanation, Xu Fan put away the scroll in his hand and asked: "How long?"

"This... this..."

The answer he was about to give made Azanmu feel guilty, and it took him a while of stammering before he spoke.

"At least... at least twenty years..."

Transforming a living person into a Blood Spirit Corpse required an extraordinary amount of drug materials for absorption.

Moreover, with the daily killings that have happened, it was utterly fantastical to expect her lost mind to be rescued in the short term.

After finishing, seeing the murderous intent in Xu Fan's eyes, Azanmu shrank his neck and crawled backward.

In reality, even reporting twenty years was an exaggeration; it might take thirty years before there was hope for this woman to regain sanity.

"I... I have other information, don't be angry, let me finish!"

Having witnessed Xu Fan's methods before, Azanmu did not doubt Xu Fan's ability to punish him.

Trembling, he then said, "We came to Diannan this time for a Bronze Box."

"That box is now in my room. Furthermore, there are some good things I've collected in my room. I've said everything I can say, please, grant me a quick death."

"..."

Hearing Azanmu's explanation, Xu Fan couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

As expected, he had guessed it correctly. The Heavenly Witch Sect sent so many people just for that Bronze Box.

One should know, whatever is inside the Bronze Box is definitely a treasure. The Heavenly Witch Sect couldn't possibly resist it.

At this point, Azanmu had nothing more to spill, Xu Fan gave him a light glance, raised a hand, and a jade green shadow shot out at him!

It was clearly the Jade Silkworm. This time, it flew onto Azanmu's body, bit down, and began to suck.

The blood was drawn by the Jade Silkworm, and due to the Cold Jade Poison carried by the silkworm, Azanmu couldn't stop himself from howling!

The pain made him widen his eyes, looking over at Xu Fan!

This look was obviously blaming Xu Fan for not keeping his promise!

The pain from the Cold Jade Poison now wasn't much weaker than before!

"I never promised you anything."

From the beginning, Xu Fan hadn't agreed to Azanmu's compromise; it was merely Azanmu talking to himself all along.

This guy had committed numerous evil deeds, and now dying under the Cold Jade Poison, being drained into a dried corpse by the Jade Silkworm was certainly fitting retribution.

Holding the scroll, Xu Fan walked over to Zhang Shicun.

He had been watching from the side, listening to everything Azanmu explained about the Blood Spirit Corpse.

None of this needed further explanation from Xu Fan.

Standing in front of Zhang Shicun, he looked at him and asked, "How to rescue her, I believe you understand. What do you plan to do?"

The hope given to Zhang Shicun now was only a sliver.

Moreover, the period stretched up to thirty years.

Knowing when that time comes, Zhang Shicun could already be an old man.

One could almost imagine the torture the thirty-year wait would bring.

Looking at the man before him, Xu Fan couldn't help but be curious, wondering what choice he would make.

Silence. At this moment, the surrounding silence was somewhat awkward.

Not just Xu Fan, but Feng Huang and Xia Xiaodie also curiously watched Zhang Shicun.

After a long while, this man, who had endured so much, finally raised his head and looked at Xu Fan.

"Brother Xu Fan, thirty years is truly not a short time. Using such a long period to wait for a woman isn't a wise transaction."

"You!"

Hearing Zhang Shicun's answer, Feng Huang and Xia Xiaodie became agitated and were about to argue with him.

Xu Fan saw this and immediately stopped them.

Thirty years, facing a Blood Spirit Corpse, indeed wasn't a pleasant experience.

Not to mention, whether it would be effective after thirty years was also an unknown.

Zhang Shicun's decision might seem cold, but it could be understood.

Even though it was a bit disappointing, Zhang Shicun's choice, from a realistic standpoint, wasn't wrong.

Xu Fan sighed, intending to console him to prevent him from feeling guilty later.

"But..."

Before Xu Fan could speak, Zhang Shicun changed his tone.

A smile broke on his face, which had been filled with despair.

"This losing deal, I'm doing it anyway."

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