Shi Yuxing and the others were so frightened that their faces turned pale, and they took two steps back, "Damn it! Miss Luo, you can see ghosts and talk to ghosts?!"
"What's all the fuss about? You've been in the tomb for half your life, have you seen so many unreasonable things?" Luo Liyan rolled her eyes angrily.
Those people were stunned for a while, but they didn't dare to answer her words.
In fact, they wanted to say that they had seen a lot of unreasonable things, but she was so calm-faced and able to communicate calmly, not to mention they had never seen it before, even on the whole road, that was unheard of.
Luo Liyan shifted her gaze to Huo Zhishan's body, and then stretched out her hand, "Hand over what you took, let's put it back now, otherwise no one will want to leave."
"Who are you? Why do you ask me to hand over the things?" Huo Zhishan asked with a hoarse voice.
"It's just that I saved your life." Luo Liyan was so impressed by his behavior that he wanted money but didn't care about his life.
This has been trapped in the tomb for so many days, with no hope of surviving, and now he is still thinking about the weapon.
"Since you can find me, you can definitely rescue me. As long as you rescue me, I can give you a share." Huo Zhishan still refused to compromise.
Yi Zehao didn't like a man talking so much nonsense to his little queen, but seeing his attitude so bad now, his whole body's aura instantly sank.
This made those people couldn't help looking at him, and wanted to persuade him to calm down, but they found that it seemed that none of them had any communication with this Yi Zehao since they met.
I'm afraid that if they plead for mercy, not only will they not relieve the atmosphere, but they will also involve themselves in it, so they can only purse their lips and look at Luo Liyan pleadingly, hoping that she can calm down the man beside her.
But at this time, Luo Liyan was also so angry that Huo Zhishan's behavior of asking for money and not killing his life made his head ache, how could he try to persuade Yi Zehao.
"Giving me a share? In order to save you, your father used up a huge favor left by your grandfather, so I made this fight to save you. It cost more than 200 yuan to invite these people behind Wan, how much do you think your share is worth?" Luo Liyan asked with a sneer.
Huo Zhishan's expression became very ugly for a moment.
What he brought out was just that one thing. If he had the chance to sell it, he would of course be able to share the more than 2 million yuan.
But more than 2 million will be distributed... As Huo Zhishan thought about it, he felt so painful that he wanted to kill someone to silence him.
He tightened his grip on the knife, thinking that his movements were secretive, but Luo Liyan and Yi Zehao could see them clearly.
Luo Liyan shook her head helplessly, then retreated behind Yi Zehao, tugged at his sleeve lightly, "You can deal with it, just save his life."
"En." Yi Zehao held that soft and smooth little hand with his backhand, and the killing intent in his heart dissipated little by little.
"Do you want to die or live?" He looked at Huo Zhishan coldly, and asked simply and rudely.
Huo Zhishan's expression became very ugly.
Although he was only in his thirties, he had become a powerful handicap Shaodong before he was twenty, and he had been fighting for ten years, and no one had ever dared to talk to him like this.
If he hadn't been hungry for two or three days, and now he was completely exhausted, how could he...