The tentacles, like living creatures, flexibly and icily wrapped around Bai Wu's body little by little.
Bai Wu felt a piercing chill spreading throughout his body via the tentacles. His consciousness gradually blurred, as if being sucked into a bottomless abyss.
A quarter of an hour later, the old man walked out of Bai Wu's house, the door closed automatically.
The old man still staggered as he walked, his face was still pale, but there was a strange sense of satisfaction in his eyes. His figure seemed especially eerie under the chilly moonlight.
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...
Early the next morning, Xu Ping altered his appearance and found Yuan Wei's residence.
"Besides the three remaining Fireball Talismans, everything else has been sold. These are the Spirit Stones from the sales." Yuan Wei handed over a bulging money bag, feeling tense inside, worried that selling them cheap would make the other suspect he pocketed some profit.
Yet, also worried selling them high would mean less commission.
