"Wu Wu..."
Treasure Witch showed a disappointed expression; it hadn't even started looking yet.
"Xun Xun!"
As it was feeling down, Little Treasure Hunter excitedly turned its head and called out, indicating to hurry—it believed there must be many good things inside this black fog!
"Wu Wu!"
Treasure Witch perked up and quickly followed.
About three hundred meters from the black fog, there stood several people in formal attire with spectral-type pet beasts, loudly proclaiming:
"Destined Insurance, Destined Insurance, as long as you purchase our insurance, even if you can't get out after going in, besides compensation, we can also let your family know immediately whether you're alive or dead."
Once you go in and can't come out, does knowing whether you're alive or dead even matter? Staying inside for a long time, you'll eventually be gone anyway... Qiao Sang wasn't very interested in this kind of insurance.
