"May I ask what my senior brother wants this piece of hair for?" He summoned the courage, his voice trembling, and asked softly.
The Old Taoist raised his eyebrows slightly, surprised that he dared to continue asking.
"Want to know?"
"...Yes."
"Alright, pay up."
"Huh?"
"Don't understand?"
"No, no, no, not that. How much do I need to pay? A hundred thousand?"
"Not necessary."
The Old Taoist pondered for a moment: "I can sell you this information, but after you know, you must tell the owner of the hair to come here. It's one thousand for you."
The Popular Young Idol quickly transferred a thousand.
The Old Taoist heard the notification and then spoke calmly: "Using hair for fortune transfer, shifting luck to another person, is a type of ritual."
"You mean... my senior brother wants to use Little Taotie's hair as a ritual to transfer Little Taotie's fortune to himself?"
The Old Taoist nodded slightly.
The Popular Young Idol's expression changed several times.
