Chapter 123: Dispel the Evil Spirit (21)

Chuzheng brushed off the Old Taoist Priest and the others, deciding to stroll around the upstairs herself.

There was no gloomy energy in the house, the only gloomy energy she had ever seen in the house was the ghost fetus on Yao Wei's body.

The old man seemed to have noticed it, too, but he hadn't mentioned it.

[Main mission: Please spend 50 million RMB within two hours, Miss.]

Chuzheng: "..."

Chuzheng plopped down on the stairs, resting her head against the carved wooden railing and bumping it listlessly.

Life is hard enough already, why can't it let me, this poor little thing, off the hook?

Ah!

So annoying!

[...] Miss, what exactly is your misunderstanding about yourself?

A person who can talk about pushing someone down with an unchanged expression, how does that person fit the three characters "poor little thing"?

Chuzheng, the "poor little thing," wondered what to buy, and then she suddenly thought of 'Gold Pointing Pavilion'.