Dong Wu used the tricks he had tried many times before, crying, kneeling and kowtowing. Finally, he saw the master's face turn warm, and he just breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the master ask again: "Dong Wu, How much money did you say you defrauded?"
Dongwu didn't dare to say anything, he just stretched out a finger.
The old witch ghost breathed a sigh of relief and said, "One hundred taels?"
Dong Wu shook his head.
The old witch ghost said again: "One thousand taels?"
Dong Wu shook his head again.
The old witch ghost's face began to change, and his voice became colder: "Ten thousand taels?"
Dong Wu shook his head again.
The old witch ghost's hands began to shake, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Could it be one hundred thousand taels?"
Dong Wu nodded.
At this time Jiang Xin interjected: "It's one hundred thousand taels of gold."
The old witch ghost was so angry that he almost lost his breath and said angrily: "You evil beast, you evil beast, you are getting more and more courageous. It's just, it's just -" He was old after all, and when he was so excited, he immediately became angry. .
Seeing the old witch ghost like this, Dong Wu wanted to run away, but was kicked back by Mo Tiandu.
Jiang Xin was a doctor after all. Seeing that the old witch ghost was so angry, he quickly helped him sit down, helped him to breathe smoothly, and said: "Don't be excited, take a deep breath, follow me, exhale, inhale-"
The old ghost ghost followed Jiang Xin's prompts and soon regained his breath. He glared at Dong Wu and said, "Why are you still standing there? Why don't you return the money to me soon?"
The temperament of the old witch ghost is completely different from that of the eastern witch. The old witch ghost is a person who regards money as dirt. He only devotes his life to studying witchcraft. If it is not for the food rations of his tribe, he will never exchange witchcraft for money.
Even if it is necessary to exchange witchcraft for money now, I will never take the opportunity to extort people's money.
Dong Wu reluctantly took out the one hundred thousand taels of gold notes and handed them back to Zhu Yan.
After Zhu Yan took it, he put it directly at the table where the old witch ghost was sitting, and said: "This is the reward I paid to the clan leader. Since I gave it to you, I won't take it back. As long as the clan leader helps me find my wife, I will give it back." I won't hesitate to add one hundred thousand more."
The old witch waved his hand: "You don't need so much, and your money didn't come from the strong wind. Take it back. It only costs one hundred taels." They live in the mountains and are basically self-sufficient in food. They only need to earn some money to buy Some daily necessities are enough, but having too much money is useless.
When Dongwu heard this, he hurriedly said: "Master, what are you talking about? How can one hundred taels be enough? How much energy does it cost you to perform this blood-seeking technique? How much energy do you have to spend at your age? ? They said they won’t take it back, so just keep it.” His master never cared about money. If such a large amount of money fell into the hands of the master, it would be equivalent to falling into his hands.
The old witch ghost glanced at him and said, "You have no role to speak here, why don't you go prepare tea?"
Dongwu could only look at the notes reluctantly for the last time, then turned and left the room.
The old witch ghost said to Zhu Yan: "I understand the good intentions of the young master. It's just that we really don't need so much money to live in the mountains. And you should also know that too much money may not be a good thing. If there is less money, it will not be a good thing." He may not be a bad person, do you think so?"
Wise man, this is the true wise man. Jiang Xin gave a thumbs up to the old witch ghost in her heart.
Now that the words had reached this point, Zhu Yan had no reason not to take them back, so he took back all the gold tickets, ordered another three hundred taels of small gold tickets, and handed them to the old witch ghost, saying: "These three hundred taels Please don't refuse again, I feel really sorry."