Seeing the three people standing there in shock, she said again: "That's right, sell him according to your original plan. After selling him, I'll give you the money. Anyway, just sell him to me quickly and carry him away quickly, otherwise he will wake up later."
Seeing that he was not joking, the three of them could only quickly get up and lift up the fat man that was thrown aside in the sack. When they were about to carry him out, they heard the voice of the young man in red again.
"Wait a minute." Feng Jiu seemed to have remembered something, and walked forward and gestured, "Put it down and untie it first."
The three of them didn't dare to ask, and hurriedly did as he said. They opened the bag, revealing a fat man in tattered clothes.
Seeing the unconscious fat man, Feng Jiu curled her lips, moved her fingers, and sealed the spiritual energy in his body with silver needles, and then signaled: "Alright, carry him away!"
"Yes, yes." The three of them looked at each other, secretly shocked, and hurriedly lifted the man up, limping out.
Fengjiu put all the things on the ground into a Qiankun bag and put them into the space, then took Tunyun with her and followed the others. Didn't he want to escape? She wanted to see how Ning Lang would react when he woke up and found out that he had been sold.
The three sturdy men knew that the young man in red was following them, so they did not dare to delay for a moment. They carried the man directly to the underground market and found the person in charge of the handover: "We'll sell this man to you. Please give us an estimate of the price!" The three men wanted to just leave him there and leave, but when they thought about how they had emptied their family assets, they resisted the urge to leave, thinking that they could still make some money back.
"Who is it?" The manager glanced at them, kicked them, and asked, "A man? Men are not worth much here."
The three men swallowed and said, "This is a young boy. He's chubby and cute. Take a look at the goods first." As they spoke, they opened the sack, revealing Ning Lang's head inside.
The person in charge stepped forward and saw that the boy, who was about fifteen or sixteen years old, was indeed white and plump, with a blessed look on his face. There was no trace of spiritual energy on him. He thought he should be a child from an ordinary family, so he nodded and said, "Well, this guy looks okay. How about this! I'll give you two hundred silver coins."
"Two hundred silver coins?" The three were startled, and then said, "This stuff is so good, how can it be worth more than two hundred silver coins? We don't want more, you can add another hundred silver coins! It will be just enough for the three of us."
Hearing this, the manager glanced at the three of them and waved his hand: "Okay, I'll give you three hundred silver coins! Go over there to get the money!" As he said that, he waved for someone to come over and asked the three of them to follow him to get the money.
"Um… "
Ning Lang seemed to hear them discussing some goods in his daze. They said it was worth three hundred silver coins. When he heard that there was a deal, his originally confused mind suddenly became clear. He immediately asked, "What goods? Let me have a look."
The headmaster standing nearby sneered, "What young master? You, a little fat boy, call yourself a young master? Stop daydreaming." Then he shouted, "Come here, two people, wash this kid, change his clothes, and lock him up with the other teenagers."
Ning Lang was startled and jumped up: "What are you talking about? What do you mean by locked up together?" He was held down by someone just as he ran out of the sack.