Chapter Two Hundred and Fifty-One
"Looking for death!" A group of people stood up and began to surround Long Xiaoshan.
Long Xiaoshan revealed a hint of panic and said, "What do you want to do? You couldn't drive off the ghost from Song Yi's house yourselves, do you also forbid others from doing it? We're all just getting paid to do a job."
"You brat, how much did Song Yi pay you for the job?"
Long Xiaoshan spoke with a reluctant look on his face.
"Spit it out, or we'll butcher you." A Feng Shui Master picked up a meat cleaver from the table.
"Five, five million." Long Xiaoshan said in fear.
The group of people showed greedy expressions one after another.