Chapter 1261: I Have a Solution (3)
"Aphrodisiac?" A cold light suddenly appeared in Gu Qingheng’s eyes.
"Acacia Fragrance, Trembling Voice Delicate Charm, and Profit Female Scatter." Yang Ruxin took a deep breath, "All are aphrodisiacs without antidotes, one must..." She didn’t finish her sentence, but she believed everyone understood.
But entering the villa wasn’t so easy, because the entire villa was located halfway up Wanren Mountain, surrounded by trees, and these trees formed a massive Steep Mountain Array. Trespassing could be lethal.
That was also why, over the years, although Wanren Villa concealed many coveted treasures and weapons, it remained unharmed.
However, Yang Ruxin didn’t understand why they went through so much trouble to ultimately select only five people.
Standing at the foot of the mountain, one could faintly see the cluster of buildings halfway up the hill. Although there appeared to be a path, everyone knew that as soon as you crossed the Wandao Pavilion in front, you’d officially enter the Steep Mountain Array. It was said that no one who entered without someone from the villa to guide them had ever come out alive.
Yang Ruxin wasn’t very familiar with these formations. Although Gu Qingheng knew a bit, he wasn’t proficient either. He could handle simple ones, but he was hesitant to try his luck with such a large formation.
"I do know of a place that can lead into the villa, but..." At this moment, Yu Qingfeng suddenly spoke up.
"Talk fast, now is not the time to dawdle," Yang Ruxin frowned, looking at Yu Qingfeng.
"The back mountain," Yu Qingfeng stopped beating around the bush, "I came here last year. At that time, I was chased into the back mountain. I fell off a cliff and thought I’d die, but I found water below. After drifting with the current for a while, I saw patrols halfway up the opposite hillside, although it’s a bit difficult to climb up..."
"How did you climb up then?" Du Juan frowned.
"I didn’t. I just continued down the current." Yu Qingfeng tugged at the corner of his mouth.
