"Oh, that's how it is!" Yang Yu wasn't nervous at all and stretched languidly, "I'll come over and take a look."
Yang Yu sauntered into Qinghua Auction House, where Old Liu's eyes were red with urgency, "Mr. Yang, Zhan Shuiwang he..."
"It's okay." While watching the Buddhist chanting and the Daoist striking a bell on the "altar," Yang Yu couldn't help but chuckle, "Let him fuss."
Zhan Shuiwang came over and carelessly tossed Yang Yu's talisman paper back to him, "Kid, trying to take advantage of the situation, huh? Dream on! I'm not selling this shop, what's mine remains mine!"
Old Liu was so angry he ground his teeth, "Aren't you afraid of the Evil Ghost claiming your life in the middle of the night, leaving you unable to sleep?"
