With Xu Qing's addition, the stack of dark paper was quickly burned, and the wind blew black paper ash flying all over the sky, like a low-dancing ink butterfly.

"Thank you, young man, this should be the reward for helping me burn paper!" The crazy old man unhurriedly took out two stacks of brand-new banknotes from his pocket and placed them in front of Xu Qing.

I didn't even open the seal, 10,000 pieces in a stack. Xu Qing reached out and picked up a banknote and scraped it on the edge with his thumb, the real Bank of China Dayang, and he could vaguely smell the smell of ink.

20,000 oceans in front of him, for Xu Qing, who is in dire need of money, it is absolutely fake to be completely unmoved, even a stack can solve the dilemma he and his sister-in-law are currently facing, and at the same time, he is completely sure of one thing, this old man is really crazy, and he is a rich madman.

Xu Qing is very short of money, but his conscience tells him that if even a mentally abnormal old man is greedy for money, it is not a lack of money, but a lack of morality.

The corners of his mouth twitched twice, Xu Qing still chose to put the money in its place, and said in a low voice: "Old man, I can't ask for this money, you better put it away!" ”

The old madman's cloudy eyes flashed away, and he picked up two stacks of banknotes and put them in his arms, smiled, the wrinkles in the corners of his eyes bloomed into two wild mountain chrysanthemums, and he lowered his head and muttered: "Good boy, not greedy or dry, Puyu Tiancheng, I didn't expect to meet such a successor before the golden pupil soul returned to the underworld, the thief treats me really well......"

Xu Qing didn't hear what the old man said clearly, he rubbed his somewhat sore knees and wanted to get up and leave, but the crazy old man on the opposite side raised his head suddenly, and two golden lights flashed in his pupils, looking directly at Xu Qing's eyes.

"Lad, look me in the eye, look me in the eye, relax, relax......"

The old madman's voice seemed to have some kind of magic, penetrating into the depths of people's souls, and the ethereal and repetitive words affected all people's thoughts, Xu Qing only felt that his mind was blank, and after his body stiffened, he began to gradually relax, and there was only a pair of pupils flashing with broken golden light in his eyes.

Golden, dreamy color, a pair of bewitching golden eyes were tightly enlarged in Xu Qing's eyes, all his thoughts had stagnated at this moment, and only a bright golden was left between heaven and earth, and he seemed to be able to feel a trace of coolness in his eyes, spinning around his eyeballs, and dipping into the ...... It was a wonderful feeling.

I don't know how long it took, the golden pupils in his eyes gradually dimmed, and when the golden light completely disappeared, Xu Qing also regained consciousness, only to find that he was sitting on the grass stupidly, and there was no old madman in front of him, a fire, and not even the paper ashes left over from burning paper.

Xu Qing scratched his head with a puzzled face, reached out and rubbed his eyes again, and didn't find anything wrong with him.

"Is all this a delusion? No way? Last night, I remember helping a crazy old man burn paper......" Xu Qing stood up and was about to take a look around, but unexpectedly, a bone-chilling cool breeze poured into the back of his neck without warning, startling his hairs to stand on end, and he didn't care about looking for any crazy old man, so he quickly trotted away from this land of right and wrong.

Less than a minute after Xu Qing left, a pile of burned-out paper ashes suddenly appeared next to the stone bench, and a sloppy old man with a dead face leaning against the stone bench and gasping softly, with a relieved smile on the corner of his mouth, slowly solidified......

Not long after the old man took his last breath, two black shadows floated in, and the old man's body quickly disappeared into the first morning light.