After a while, Wen Xiaoqiao returned.
The plump woman moved like a tank in the wind and snow, followed by four sword-bearing workers, striking an imposing figure.
"Miss Wen, how is the situation?" Li Yuan asked.
Wen Xiaoqiao paused and said, "Young Master Li, instead of going to see for yourself, you're asking me?"
Then, she sweetly smiled and said, "Very normal, this is what a live goods market should look like. Most of the goods are either numb or shivering, only a small part are crying.
But once they cry, the nearby merchants will punish them, so the noise quickly becomes quiet..."
Li Yuan's heart skipped a beat.
This time, he wasn't lamenting the state of the world but was reminded of horror film scenes from his past life...
Heavy resentment and dampness make it easy for ghosts to appear.
The black market, these two conditions...are met.
Wen Xiaoqiao said, "Tonight, I'll have all the workers keep watch here, Young Master Li, do you want to join?"
"Keep watch?"
