3775

Chapter 3775: 4.1375 To Sell or Not to Sell?

It wasn't that the old man's face simply had a muddy black mark. Instead, the mark had a kind of embossed, hollowed-out look, and when viewed under the sunlight, it clearly resembled a large footprint.

The person who stomped on him had obviously been quite deliberate. They neither flattened his nose nor distorted his face but left a perfectly centered, large footprint on it.

Judging by the looks of it, the footprint might remain on the old man's face for three to five, or even seven days, which was absolutely hilarious.

Duan Yue and the others chuckled, their gaze following down the old man's body.

Suddenly, someone gasped and ran over, quickly pulling up Old Qi Head's sleeve. "Oh, Old Qi Head, your body is covered in footprints!"

Indeed, his arm also bore numerous footprints.

Old Qi Head's face immediately darkened.

He had tried to wash off these footprints with various medicinal ingredients after returning, but they wouldn't fade. This showed just how black-hearted those students were.

They had only swindled them out of eight hundred thousand spiritual coins, yet they took advantage of the dark and windy night to stomp footprints all over his body.

It was infuriating.

Mo Lian and Duan Yue's gazes, however, fell on the old man's hands.

The half-footprint left on his wrist looked strangely familiar.

The two involuntarily exchanged glances, conveying a searching question: Did Qiao Qiao do this?

It looked like it! That footprint clearly belonged to the little one.

It seemed the little one must have been here these past two days, and likely to buy medicinal ingredients as well.

Dou Fenghua put away the pill formula and turned to the others. "Let's go."

Since this old man refused to gather medicinal ingredients for them, there was no need to waste time. They would just go gather the herbs themselves...

"Hey, old man," Duan Yue suddenly leaped onto the counter. With one hand, he slowly pulled out a small emerald bamboo tube from his sleeve, smiling as he dangled it in front of the old man's face. "I'm giving you a chance now. Hand over all the medicinal ingredients you've gathered, and we'll pay you spiritual coins."

"Otherwise..." He chuckled. "I'll just have to resort to murder and theft."

"Classmate Duan Yue, that's not good," Zhao Xing weakly protested. Seeing Mu Xingchen and the others turn to look at him, the classmate reluctantly succumbed to the dark forces and silently closed his mouth.

"Life can't be relived. I imagine you wouldn't want to find out what it feels like to be reduced to dust, would you?"

The old man unconsciously shivered, quickly shaking his head. "Th-this, this is a defensive stronghold. You, you shouldn't mess around here."

"I'm not messing around," Duan Yue raised his hand and patted the old man's head. "I'm discussing something with you."

The old man recoiled, taking two steps back until his back hit the wall. Leaning against the cold wall, his mind cleared slightly.

It seemed that neither the group of students yesterday nor this group today were easy to deal with.

Forget it, forget it. A wise man knows when to bow out. He would just earn a few small coins and send these ominous figures on their way.

"I, I do, indeed, have three portions of medicinal ingredients collected," he said. He was quite business-minded.

Ever since he sold those two exorbitantly priced portions of medicinal ingredients yesterday, he had immediately sent people to collect more for him.

Between half the night and dawn, he had already collected three portions of medicinal ingredients. He had originally thought he could sell them for an exorbitant price in a couple of days, but unexpectedly...

Today, encountering this group of dangerous individuals, he didn't dare to quote an outrageous price and merely stated a figure of two thousand spiritual coins.