"What is this?"
Su Mu pointed to the large pile of black wood piled up next to the yard and asked.
Hearing this, the red-haired old man got up, walked to the front of the wood, and explained with a smile, "All of this is wood used for making coffins."
"My old coffin has been in use for a very, very long time, so it's time to make a new one."
.....
"Is this your method of cultivation?" Su Mu asked, somewhat puzzled.
"You could say that." The red-haired old man chuckled.
The two sat at the wooden table, sipping tea. Su Mu, recalling something, asked, "So you lie in the coffin to cultivate, and then uncontrollably pollute the river?"
"Yes, but it won't happen in the future. I won't cause trouble for the elder anymore."
The red-haired old man thought Su Mu was warning him, so he hurriedly waved his hand to say.
"I want to make a deal with you."
Su Mu got straight to the point.
"A deal?"
"Since this is your cultivation method, I won't interfere."
