Shang Junxiao nodded gloomily, still very upset, "Yes, he was my friend, named Ning Mu. I, I always feel that it was my fault he died..."
Jiangli nodded, "I've heard from Mr. Fu that this matter has nothing to do with you, Mr. Shang. You worry too much. However, since you wish to hold a ritual for your friend's soul, it's not a difficult matter. Conducting such a ritual is complicated; according to the old rules, it's like taking a business trip, eight hundred thousand. But considering our old friendship, I'll give you a discount, seven hundred thousand for you. What do you think?"
Xia Xin couldn't help but look over, silently exclaiming in his heart.
Fuck...
Just now the old ancestor said that Mr. Fu is not the kind of person who comes to give away money.
This... Hundreds of thousands in a flash, and he's not here to give money?
Fu Shiyan heard this and had yet to speak.