The golden sphere he brought out from that mysterious stone chamber, each weighing at least six or seven jin, was a huge profit.
But his backpack couldn't hold more, and he worried that those two people frozen in ice might come back, fearing that carrying too many would slow him down on his way.
He dared not take more; otherwise, he would have earned even more.
"It's such a pity for my brothers; they died such horrible deaths. No words can persuade those destined to die. If they had left with me right away, they wouldn't have ended up like this.
Although they died, I brought back all the gold. I'm destined to make this windfall." Dong Haize thought with a smile in his heart.
During these days, he was worried that those two who turned his brothers into dried corpses would find him.
He stayed at the hotel all the time, keeping the windows and doors tightly closed, only opening the door for takeaway deliveries.
