Demons In Power

"Old Xu, you're getting more and more daring. You even dare to buy mutton!" A man dressed in coarse linen clothes with a long saber at his waist shouted as he walked down the mountain path.

Next to him was the little boy who had laughed and gone down the mountain to buy meat.

However, the little boy's smile was no longer there. Instead, he looked afraid, as if he had done something wrong.

The stall owner wiped his hands on a cloth and came forward with an apologetic smile. "Little Chief, you must be joking. There's no business like that here. I'm just making things convenient for the passing woodcutters."

"You still say it's not a business deal?" The man left the little boy and walked to the stall. He looked at Jue Mingzi, Wang Wen, and the chicken bones on the table. He smiled at the stall owner and said, "I don't understand you. Why do you have to do such a shameless thing instead of farming? Have you been living very well this year?"