"What do you mean by that?" I frowned.

The middle-aged man didn't explain to me, but took out a purple cinnabar gourd: "Wang Chong's soul is here, what do I want?" ”

I guessed early on that Wang Chong's soul was on him, and I expected him to hand it over in order to survive.

But......

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