"Alright, how much do you want?"
Xiaoxiao thought that any problem that could be solved with money wasn't a problem at all. If a person was gone, they were gone forever, and no amount of money could bring them back!
"One hundred taels!" the old man shouted aloud.
Those present gasped at the figure; one hundred taels was a significant sum, and this family didn't look wealthy from their appearance.
"One hundred taels? Why don't you just rob someone?"
Xiaoxiao truly hadn't expected that a farmer would dare to ask for such an exorbitant amount. She had thought twenty taels would suffice.
"Could you perhaps ask for less? We truly don't have that much silver."
The grandmother, not knowing when she had appeared, was wailing as though she were pleading with someone.
Oh dear, couldn't she just hold back from causing a commotion? Momentum! Momentum! Just like that, it was gone!