This person, dressed in dark gold clothes, is of unknown fate.
"Someone has drowned?"
Fang Han immediately jumped into the water and dragged the man ashore.
"Huh? He's not breathing. He's dead?"
When Fang Han touched the person's hand, he was startled. The cold touch was definitely not the temperature of a living person.
The man was completely dead. His body was swollen from being submerged in water, and there was a long wound on his body. When he was turned over, the wound was charred.
"This person was struck by lightning; could he have died from being struck by lightning?"
When Fang Han saw the wound, he thought of some people in the countryside who had been struck by lightning and were also charred and burned.
The corpse was dressed in a very gorgeous dark gold outfit. Water droplets rolled off the surface of the body like lotus leaves, without getting wet at all.
Moreover, it was very soft and smooth to the touch. Fang Han had been a servant in the Fang family and had seen a lot of the world, but he had never seen such a fabric before.
"What should we do? Report it to the authorities, or what?"
"This is a human life, it's no small matter!"
Fang Han was about to abandon the body and report it to the authorities, but then he hesitated.
"Just by looking at the clothes this man is wearing, you can tell he's an important person. How could he have died here? If we get involved with him and report it to the authorities, the investigation will likely bring a lot of trouble. It's better to bury him and let him rest in peace, as if nothing ever happened. It's better to avoid trouble."
After making up his mind, Fang Han dragged the corpse and prepared to find a place to bury it.
Clang!
Just then, a box that looked neither like gold nor iron fell out of the corpse's arms.
The box was about the size of a palm, and it looked like an inkstone. It was very heavy.
At the same time, an ancient scroll painting fell down.
Um?
Fang Han picked up the gold and iron box and unfolded the ancient scroll painting. He found that the background was pitch black, and in the darkness, the shadow of a dragon was faintly lurking. It seemed that this was not a painting, but a window, a window that could lead to an unknown world.
"This painting is absolutely a treasure. It won't even be soaked in water. If it were ordinary paper, it would have been soaked and ruined in no time."
Although Fang Han didn't know the value of calligraphy and paintings, he could tell from common sense that this was a priceless treasure.
Then, he took the gold and iron box in his hand and examined it carefully. He saw that there was a small gold lock on the box.
Curiosity led him to pick up a stone from the riverbank and strike the gold lock with force. Crack! The gold lock broke in two.
“This is real gold. One tael of gold is worth ten taels of silver. This gold lock is worth four or five taels.”
"However, these are the belongings of a dead man. Should we take them or not? As the saying goes, a gentleman loves wealth, but he acquires it in a proper way!"
Fang Han pondered for a moment, then shook his head.
"Bah! I'm nothing but a servant. What gentleman or not? One should act according to one's status. Isn't there a saying in the book, 'If you're not in a position, don't meddle in its affairs'? Take it!"
Fang Han grabbed the gold and stuffed it into his arms.
After receiving the gold, he opened the box with a click.
Once opened, the contents were revealed.
This is a thumb-sized, dark gold pill.
Strangely, the pill had nine holes and emitted a medicinal fragrance. As soon as Fang Han smelled it, he felt refreshed and light all over, and all his fatigue was swept away.
What's particularly amazing is that those nine orifices, like the nine orifices of a person, contain airflow that constantly and subtly inhales and exhales, as if they contain a peculiar life force.
"This pill is a thousand times more miraculous than the Fang family's best Lingzhi Pill and Snow Ginseng Pill."
Fang Han had seen the Fang family disciples occasionally take health-preserving pills while practicing martial arts. Those were all exquisitely crafted items, but compared to the pill with nine orifices in front of him, they were incomparable, like heaven and earth.
"I've also heard from those Fang family disciples that there are legendary elixirs that can loosen muscles and bones, regulate internal organs, clear blood stasis, and invigorate the spirit. Swallowing one can save you many years of hard work in physical training and make up for your lack of vital energy."
"Could it be... that this golden pill is such a divine pill?"
"I felt refreshed after just smelling a little of the scent."
Fang Han held the Nine Aperture Golden Pill as if it were a diamond, wondering whether he should swallow it whole.
However, after thinking about it for a long time, he did not swallow it.
Medicine should not be taken indiscriminately. Those disciples of the Fang family take their health-preserving medicines on time and in the prescribed amounts, carefully considering each dose.
Fang Han wasn't stupid; of course he knew that even the most miraculous medicine could cause harm if taken improperly.
"My lord, I have found your body. I will bury you and give you a proper burial. These two items will be my reward. We will then be even!"
Fang Han placed the golden pill into the box and whispered to the corpse.
Just then, with a cracking sound, like an egg breaking open, Fang Han was horrified to find that a huge crack had been torn open in the space in front of him.
Then, a figure radiating a strong yellow light stepped out of the crack.
"This...this...this..."
What's this?