Chapter 1216

Chapter 1217

Dong Wu used the techniques that were tried and tested in the past, crying, kneeling and kowtowing, and finally saw the master's face warmed up a little, he was relieved, but heard the master asked again: "Dong Wu, How much money do you say you lied to others?"

Dong Wu didn't dare to say, but only stretched out a finger.

The old witch breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "One hundred taels?"

Dong Wu shook his head.

The old witch and ghost said again: "One thousand taels?"

Dong Wu shook his head again.

The old witch's expression began to change, and his voice became colder: "Ten thousand taels?"

Dong Wu shook his head again.

The old witch's hands began to shake, he gritted his teeth and said, "Could it be one hundred thousand taels?"

Dong Wu nodded.

At this moment, Jiang Xin interjected, "It's one hundred thousand taels of gold."

The old witch and ghost was so angry that he almost couldn't hold back his anger, and said angrily: "Naughty animal, evil animal, you are getting bolder and bolder, it's just, it's—" After all, he is old, so when he is so excited, he immediately loses his anger That's it.

Seeing the old witch ghost like this, Dong Wu wanted to slip away, but was kicked back by Mo Tiandu.

Jiang Xin is a doctor after all, seeing the old witch and ghost getting so angry, she hurriedly helped him to sit down, held his breath for him, and said: "Don't get excited, take a deep breath, follow me, exhale, inhale—"

Following Jiang Xin's prompt, the old witch and ghost quickly calmed down, glared at Dong Wu and said, "What are you still doing in a daze? Why don't you return the money to others?"

The temperament of the old witch ghost is completely different from that of the East witch. The old witch ghost is a person who treats money like dung, and only devotes himself to studying witchcraft all his life. If it is not for the ration of his tribe, he will never exchange witchcraft for money.

Even if it is necessary to exchange money with witchcraft now, it will never take the opportunity to blackmail people's money.

Dong Wu reluctantly took out the one hundred thousand taels of gold ticket and handed it back to Zhu Yan.

After Zhu Yan took it, he put it directly at the table where the old witch and ghost was sitting, and said: "This is the reward I paid to the patriarch. Since I paid it, I won't take it back. As long as the patriarch helps me find my wife, I will pay it back." Add one hundred thousand, and I will never say anything."

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, as long as one hundred taels is enough." They lived in the mountains, and they were basically self-sufficient in food. They only needed to earn some money to buy money. Some daily necessities are enough, and more money is useless.

When Dong Wu heard this, he hurriedly said: "Master, what are you talking about? How can one hundred taels be enough? How much energy does it take to perform this blood-seeking technique? How much energy can you spend at your age?" Yes? People have said that they won’t take it back, so you can keep it.” His master has never cared about money, so if so many bills fall into the hands of the master, it is equivalent to falling into his hands.

The old witch gave him a sideways look, and said, "You don't have a place to talk here, why don't you prepare tea?"

Dong Wu could only look at those bills reluctantly for the last time, then turned and left the room.

The old witch and ghost said to Zhu Yan: "Young master's kindness is appreciated by the old man, but it is really not enough to spend so much money in this mountain, and you should also know that more money may not be a good thing, and less money may not be a good thing. Not necessarily a bad person, do you think so?"

A wise man, this is the real wise man, Jiang Xin gave the old witch a thumbs up in her heart.

Now that the conversation has come to this point, Zhu Yan has no reason not to take it back, so he took back all the gold tickets, and ordered another three hundred taels of small gold tickets to be handed to the old witch ghost, saying: "These three hundred taels Don't refuse any more, I really feel sorry for you."