“You’re so arrogant! I want to see…” The middle-aged man froze before he could finish his words.
He saw the green figure flash before his eyes, and a dagger with a cold glow was already against his throat and had penetrated into the flesh. He could even feel the pain of his skin being cut by the dagger and bleeding.
For a moment, I was filled with fear.
He was a Jindan cultivator! How could a foundation-building cultivator come to his side in an instant and put the dagger against his throat? He didn't even have a chance to resist.
"Please spare my life, sir... Please spare my life. I, I just want money."
Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and his voice was trembling and panic. If he didn't know at this moment that the person in front of him was stronger than him, then he would have lived in vain.
"Spare my life? I've already given you the chance. If you want me to spare your life now, it depends on how many good things you have that can buy your life."
The lazy and somewhat careless voice reached his ears, making the middle-aged man look sad.
He thought he was a fat sheep to be slaughtered, but unexpectedly, he himself became the fat sheep to be slaughtered. However, there was nothing he could do about this situation. It would be the same whether he handed over his belongings himself or was killed by the young man and his belongings were taken away. He could not keep his belongings. His only hope was to keep his life.
So, he stiffened his body and said, "I'll take it, I'll take it. Don't be angry, sir. I'll give you the Qiankun bag." He quickly took out the Qiankun bag, and took off all the valuable things on his body and handed them to him.
"Sir, I just want a chance to live."
After Fengjiu took it, she stretched out her hand and slapped him on the back of the neck. He groaned and fell to the ground. Seeing this, she put away the Qiankun bag and walked out, intending to go back to the inn first.
When I entered the room through the back window, I heard the noise coming from outside.
"Big brother, please let me in! My grandson is really seriously ill. I have consulted many doctors and they all said there is no hope. But someone told me that the ghost doctor can save him. The ghost doctor can save my grandson. Big brother, I beg you, I kowtow to you, I kowtow to you, please let me see the ghost doctor! Please."
Hearing the noise coming from outside, Fengjiu in the room changed her clothes, washed her face, removed all the disguise on her face, wiped the water off her face, and then walked out.
"Auntie, it's not that I don't want to help you, but my master has ordered us not to see anyone. There's nothing I can do about it!" Xi Shan helped the old woman up, saying helplessly.
"I even brought my grandson here, just begging the ghost doctor to take a look, wuwuwu... I only have this one grandson, his parents died a long time ago, and we are the only ones who depend on each other for survival. Please, please, let me see the ghost doctor!"
The old woman held her several-year-old grandson in her arms and cried, but her sad and helpless voice did not move the people in the inn.
Human nature is selfish. No matter how miserable others are, the sadness in their hearts will not be the same as if it happened to themselves.
What's more, most of them are cultivators who have a more thorough understanding of life and death. Most of them are cold-hearted and cold-blooded people. A child is just a child. In their eyes, death is death. They don't feel pity or regret at all.