Jiang Jinlu had a dazed look on his face, while Xie Qiao stood there like a pine tree, staring at the disheveled man.
A moment later, the man seemed to have accepted his fate and did not dare to provoke the two of them. Instead, he bent over with a dispirited look on his face and went into the house to take out the money jar. After taking out 150 cash, he reluctantly put the jar in the hands of the master.
Xie Qiao nodded and put the copper coins in the bamboo basket with satisfaction. She then left in a carefree manner.
Jiang Jinlu's footsteps were almost stiff. Before he could wash the dust off his hands, he hurriedly chased after her.
He was behind Xie Qiao. Looking at his senior sister's thin and cold back, he thought she was more and more mysterious.
"Senior Sister, what does a ghoul look like?" After a moment, he caught up to Xie Qiao's side and asked after thinking for a while.