Chapter 1208
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"What a big tone! I want to see … "Before the middle aged man could finish his words, his body froze.
He only saw a green figure flash in front of his eyes, and a dagger with a cold light was already pressed against his throat. He could even feel the pain of his flesh being cut by the dagger and blood seeping out.
For a moment, his heart was filled with fear.
He was a Golden Core cultivator! How could a Foundation Establishment cultivator appear beside him in an instant and press a dagger against his throat? He didn't even have the chance to resist.
"Young, Young Master, spare me … spare me, I, I only want money."
Cold sweat poured out from his forehead, and his voice was trembling and panicked. If at this moment, he still didn't know that the person in front of him was stronger than him, then he would have lived in vain.
"Spare you? I already gave you a chance just now. Now that you want me to spare you, we'll have to see how many good things you have on you that can buy your life. "
A languid and somewhat careless voice entered his ears, making the middle aged man's face turn gloomy.
He originally thought that he was a fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered, but who knew that he himself would become the fat sheep to be slaughtered. However, there was nothing he could do about this situation. Whether he handed over the things on his own or was killed by this youth, it was all the same. He couldn't keep his things. His only hope was to keep his life.
Thus, his body stiffened as he said, "I'll take it, I'll take it. Young Master, don't be angry, I'll give you my Qiankun Pouch." He hurriedly took out his Qiankun Pouch, and took off all the valuable things on his body and handed it over to him.
"Young Master, I just want to ask for a chance to live."
After Fengjiu received it, he stretched out his hand and chopped at the back of his neck. With a groan, he fell down. Seeing this, she put away the Qiankun Pouch and walked out, planning to return to the inn first.
Entering through the back window and returning to the room, she heard voices coming from outside.
"This big brother, please let me in! My grandson's illness is really very serious. I've asked many doctors, and they all said that he can't be saved. However, someone told me that the Ghost Doctor can save him, the Ghost Doctor can save my grandson. This big brother, I beg you, I'll kowtow to you, I'll kowtow to you, please let me see the Ghost Doctor! I'm begging you. "
Hearing the sound outside, Feng IX, who was in the room, changed her clothes and washed her face. After washing off the disguise on her face, she wiped the water stains on her face and walked out.
"Auntie, it's not that I don't want to help you. My master has ordered that he won't see anyone. This, this, this, I can't do anything about it!" Xu Shan said helplessly as he helped the old woman up.
"I've even brought my grandson here. I only beg the Ghost Doctor to take a look. Wuwuwu … I only have this one grandson. His parents died a long time ago. It's only us, grandfather and grandson, who depend on each other. I beg you, I beg you, let me see the Ghost Doctor!"
The old woman held her grandson in her arms as she cried and begged. Her sorrowful and helpless voice did not make the people in the inn feel anything.
Human nature was selfish. If it had nothing to do with them, no matter how miserable others were, the sadness in their hearts would not be the same as what had happened to them.
Moreover, most of them were cultivators and could see through life and death more clearly. Most of them were cold-blooded people. He was just a child. In their eyes, if he died, so be it. They didn't feel pity at all. Pity.
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