Lin Tian didn't have a very good impression of Xu Xichao, and it was clear that Miaoqiu felt the same way.
But this person just died like that, and died on the horns of that weird bull, which really surprised Lin Tian.
"Did he go to provoke that bull?" Lin Tian asked.
Miaoqiu said, "The horn that you and Aunt brought back was ground into powder by Third Uncle, which benefited my cousin's health."
Lin Tian quickly recalled who her cousin was. Xu Nanhai, that woman with fox-like eyes, whose body was rapidly aging, now thirty but looking like an elderly woman in her seventies or eighties.
"Does that bull horn alleviate your cousin's aging?"
"Yes, but it's only temporary. That bull horn was used up more than half a month ago. My Third Uncle went back to the bull's lair, but all went without exception to their deaths."
