"Twenty-three years of yang life span, pay upfront and receive your goods."
The voice grew increasingly hoarse, with a clear tone of threat.
Chu Xuan's eyes were filled with anger, just about to speak, when suddenly!
A gust of cold wind swept through the shop, and out of thin air appeared a small, devious ghost. It had a green face and fangs, with a pointed lump atop its head, resembling the most insignificant of foot soldiers from the underworld.
At this moment, it rubbed its hands together, using a flattering expression to speak to Chu Xuan: "Please, respected customer, calm down, calm down. It's just a trivial matter, not worth your anger?"
"I'll pluck its head off right now and give it to you to enjoy with your drink."
In fact, when the green-faced ghost appeared, the Money Guardian Ghost already showed an expression of terror. Now, it was retreating continuously, shrinking smaller and smaller.
