章節 118: A Word of Advice

"A baby born on a pasture… em, I do recall such an incident."

The next day, in his room, the old man puffed at his crudely made cigarette, which was yellowish in color with a poignant smell, and said slowly, "I think it was over a decade ago. It did not happen here in our village, though, but in Quanshui [TL/N: meaning "spring water"] Village."

"Quanshui Village? How far is it?" Gu Yu asked.

"About thirty minutes on a motorcycle. I can take you there," said Shiriahun.

"That'll be great. Thanks so much!"

"You saved my life. That's the least I can do." The young man gave them a good-natured smile.

The old man stood up at this moment and picked up two pendants from a tray, which were two curving wolf fangs. They were slightly yellow in color and hollow at the roots. The fangs had distinctive side ridges and a blood groove lined the insides. They were both about 4-cm-long, had a smooth surface, and were perfectly intact.