Chapter 70: The Miserable Person

Hearing this, Zhu Gaoxu nodded.

This strange man did not know how long he had been staying in this deep palace.

How many people of his generation were still alive in this world?

Even if they were alive, by the time he had the ability to go to Shaolin, who knew how much time would have passed.

Even if there were one or two old turtles left, he reckoned they would go to see the Buddha just by letting out a breath, without him needing to take action.

The strange man did not know that Zhu Gaoxu had already thought of so much in an instant.

Seeing Zhu Gaoxu nod in agreement, a flush of color suddenly surged onto the strange man's face.

As if it were a final burst of energy before death, he, who had been slumped over, sat straight up.

"The last thing, if you... don't..."

The strange man, who had been experiencing that final burst of energy, suddenly became conflicted at this moment.

The body that had just sat straight slumped down again.

It was as if some invisible thing had drained away all his strength.

Regarding this, Zhu Gaoxu was not anxious, just watching him quietly.

After a long while, as if he had made a great resolution, the strange man spoke again: "If... you pass by Yihua Palace, and if the Palace Master of that Yihua Palace is surnamed Bai, bring a message to her."

"Just say that an old friend surnamed Mo is sorry to her, and in the next life... even if I were to become a beast of burden, I would have no face to see her..."

Having finished speaking, the strange man seemed to have used up all his strength, and his slumped body slid down along the wall.

Zhu Gaoxu clearly saw tears flash in the other person's eyes.

The strange man who had fallen to the ground let the tears fall along his eye sockets, as if he had fulfilled all his wishes after finishing the two most important things in his heart.

Ignoring Zhu Gaoxu standing to the side, he just kept muttering in his mouth: "I was originally a man, I regret it, I regret it... for the sake of that baseless sword technique, I entered that abyss of an Imperial Palace... and had my body occupied by a monster... I hate... I hate it!"

With a final roar, the strange man collapsed completely on the ground and stopped moving.

The strange man was dead...

Zhu Gaoxu looked at the strange man who was no longer moving and let out a long sigh.

Through the strange man's final muttering before death, as well as Zhu Gaoxu's own observations and guesses throughout the night.

This strange man was likely also a miserable person.

When this strange man was young, he was probably also a martial arts expert, or at the very least, a genius of some sort.

In any case, he should have had some kind of affair with that Palace Master Bai of the Yihua Palace.

Then, it was nothing more than entering the palace to become a eunuch for the sake of some martial arts manual.

Zhu Gaoxu had suspected this from the moment the other party spoke their first sentence.

After all, the voice of a eunuch is different from that of an ordinary person, and Zhu Gaoxu had heard eunuchs speak quite a bit recently.

The strange man's tone was very similar to theirs.

As for the monster occupying his body, Zhu Gaoxu felt it probably wasn't a problem with any cultivation technique.

He boldly guessed that the beast-like monster should be the strange man's second personality.

It should be that the strange man suffered some great shock, and then, under various factors, a beast personality was produced.

Zhu Gaoxu just used this limited information to make a bold guess.

There were many mysteries among them that he could not figure out either.

First of all, judging by the other person's age and those tattered clothes.

The other person should be a eunuch from the previous dynasty.

But one must know that the Imperial Palace he was currently in was newly built.

How could a eunuch from the previous dynasty live in the newly built Imperial Palace of the Great Ming?

And with no one to manage it.

And then there was the question of what kind of grudge or hatred the other party had with Shaolin, to the point of wanting to slaughter them.

There were many mysteries here, and Zhu Gaoxu feared he wouldn't be able to figure them out even if he racked his brains.

He shook his head and stopped thinking about it.

Regardless, at least he was safe at this moment.

His life was back under his own control.

At this time, the sun had completely emerged, and Zhu Gaoxu estimated that the sign-in mission should be ending soon.

Taking advantage of this time, Zhu Gaoxu walked to the northwest corner of the room and stomped his left foot on the square brick under his feet.

Unexpectedly, with just one stomp, the square brick was actually cracked by him.

One must know that Zhu Gaoxu hadn't used any force just now, and this gave him a fright.

Could this be internal energy?

Thinking this, Zhu Gaoxu couldn't help but want to try again.

But just as he lowered his head, Zhu Gaoxu saw a corner of something exposed under the blue brick he had just cracked.

Better to attend to the real business first.

Zhu Gaoxu bent down to clear away the broken square brick, then took out the thing buried underneath.

A large package, square in shape, must have been a meter high.

Fortunately, it wasn't heavy; of course, even if it were heavier, he probably wouldn't be able to feel it in his hands.

Looking at the package that was almost as tall as himself, Zhu Gaoxu scratched his head, then opened the cloth wrapped around the outside.

As expected, it was full of books; of course, one could also call them martial arts manuals.

He casually took the one on top and looked at it for a few moments.

It was actually the Prajna Palm, one of the Shaolin Seventy-Two Ultimate Techniques.

Afterwards, Zhu Gaoxu randomly pulled out a few more books to look through.

It could be confirmed that these books were indeed the Shaolin Seventy-Two Ultimate Techniques.

Of course, these books could not be the original versions; they must be copies or written later.

However, Zhu Gaoxu understood this.

If the original versions of the Shaolin Seventy-Two Ultimate Techniques had really been stolen, then Shaolin would be far too incompetent.

He reckoned that the eccentric man would not even need to ask him to go and level Shaolin for him.