"Young man, how should I address you?" Zhao Menglang walked over and asked.
"Li Yishan."
"You have a sharp eye as well. This is Old Cat Zhang's pelt." Zhao Menglang said in a low voice.
"Old Cat's pelt?" Li Yishan's gaze darkened slightly.
"A few years ago, some Tufu Zi from Changsha dug this up underground." Zhao Menglang didn't avoid the topic and spoke directly.
"The tomb they unearthed was unusual—the one buried there was no ordinary being..."
"In the main burial chamber, the only thing in the coffin was this pelt."
"They buried an old cat?" Zhang Fan walked over, equally intrigued.
"That old cat was draped in a Daoist Robe, with several other Daoist Sect items by its side. Most of them were sold off years ago, and only this pelt remains." Zhao Menglang said blandly.
"Strange thing is, after those Tufu Zi did business with me, they all died within a year or two."
"All of them died?" Zhang Fan couldn't help but ask.
"Not a single one survived." Zhao Menglang nodded.
