Chapter 13: I Painted It Myself
"Don't, don't shout!" As soon as the man heard that this man was going to call the shopkeeper over, he was immediately frightened and his face turned green. The owner of the shop was notoriously stern, and if he knew that his actions had caused trouble to the store today, he would not have been allowed to drive him away.
"I ...... I'm going to call the Senior Seal Master. The guy endured the pain and shouted to Ye Zheng. But I can't guarantee if he's going to come downstairs. ”
"Wait, take this." Ye Zheng thought about it, called out to the man, grabbed the talisman on the counter and handed it over.
The guy held his hands together at this time, and he didn't dare to let go at all, and as soon as he let go, it hurt his heart and lungs.
"Smack." Ye Zheng stretched out his hand, and before the guy could react, he quickly pulled his hand, bending up and down a few times, and the joints of the fingers returned to their original positions.
"You...... Hey, my hands don't hurt anymore. The man was just about to open his mouth to complain, but when he raised his hand and found that his hand had returned to its original state, he immediately laughed.
"Okay, let's go quickly, my patience is limited, sir." Ye Zheng's cold voice sounded.
The guy really didn't dare to offend the person in front of him anymore now, so he immediately took the yellow rune paper in Ye Zheng's hand and ran upstairs.
Young Master Qin stood up covering his broken forehead and looked at Ye Zheng with a vicious expression.
But he only dared to look at it like this, and didn't dare to do anything. Just kidding, his dozen or so subordinates couldn't withstand that man's moves, what could his hollowed-out little body do.
Ye Zheng was bored and found a place to sit down, his fingers tapping lightly on the table. As soon as there was a fifth knock, the door of a room on the second floor was pulled open from inside, and a man dressed in a fancy dress ran out.
"Whose is this rune paper?" His face was full of excitement.
Behind him was a middle-aged man, who looked well dressed and had a serious face, but if you looked closely, you could still find the excitement in his eyes.
"The shopkeeper, that's him." The guy ran quickly to catch up with the man in fancy clothes, and Ye Zheng, who had been doing it downstairs, said.
"Okay, great. Hurry up and bring the fire lotus. The shopkeeper first glanced at Ye Zheng in the direction of the guy's finger, and then ordered. At the same time, he couldn't hold back the excitement in his heart, and went downstairs with the yellow talisman in his hand.
"Dare to ask this monk, I don't know where you got this talisman from?" The shopkeeper came to Ye Zheng, put down the shelf and asked respectfully.
"I drew it myself."
"Really?" Before the shopkeeper could speak, the middle-aged man behind him had already stepped forward and asked with an excited face.
"It's not true. Can this be exchanged for your Fire Lotus? ”
"Yes, yes. Man, hurry up and get the stuff here. The shopkeeper ignored Ye Zheng's indifference and hurriedly called his buddy. The guy had already walked over with a delicate gift box at this time.
Ye Zheng was not polite, and walked over to open the gift box to inspect the goods.
As soon as the box was opened, a fiery red light shone out, reflecting half of the hall.
"Great, I finally found it, boss, give me this fire lotus, you can use as much as you want!" Before Ye Zheng could put away his things, a woman came in, and she quickly ran to the side of the gift box and shouted in surprise.
"Girl, this fire lotus already has a master." The shopkeeper said with a look of embarrassment.
"Lord?" The woman turned her head to look at Ye Zheng, "This son, the little woman urgently needs this fire lotus to save her life, please be merciful and give it to me." ”
"I'm also very useful."
"I can make a high price!" The woman was in a hurry to exit.