Pendulum: I'm a knife seller on credit, and I'm looking for Ah Cha to collect the debt.

Zhao Li was speechless. He looked at the Fifth Young Master in silence: "10 years, your boss is going to heaven?"

But after he finished speaking, he immediately reacted, turned around and nodded towards Song Yuan: "I was just expressing my surprise, I didn't mean to scold you."

After saying this, Zhao Li quickly turned around and made faces at the Fifth Young Master without making any sound. However, judging from the shape of his mouth, he must have been cursing quite dirty.

The Fifth Young Master's eyes widened, and he made a cross-eyed expression. He even shook his head and stuck out his tongue at Zhao Li. It was a complete grimace.

This made Zhao Li angry.

He couldn't beat the Fifth Young Master, and he couldn't get angry in front of Song Yuan. After all, this was Song Yuan's blacksmith shop.

"10 years is too long. I can't do it." Zhao Li was about to cry.

Song Yuan looked at Zhao Li and smiled kindly, "How long does it take? Pay me in installments for 10 years, a little bit every month. Don't think I don't know what you've done. This way, even Hades won't find out."

A lifespan of 100,000 years.

The Fifth Young Master is so bold.

But it would be great if it could be done.

Zhao Li: "..."

"Sign or not?" Song Yuan looked at Zhao Li with a playful expression. "Don't you want to know how to pray for salvation? If you sign the contract, I'll give you a bonus on how to pray for salvation. This is a discount for you."

Life, like the soul, has many uses.

In addition to using it for yourself, you can also exchange it for others.

Don’t monsters need a lifespan?

As long as a living being is alive, as long as a living thing is alive, it needs lifespan.

I can’t imagine how rich the ancestors of those knife sellers were. They must have been very wealthy.

It's a pity that these people left nothing behind except a bunch of account books.

10 years is enough for the Song and Yuan dynasties to use for a long time.

The Fifth Young Master fanned the flames, "Sign or not? Zhao Li, when did you become so indecisive? You weren't like this before."

"If you miss this opportunity, you'll never get it again. Our boss is being kind and offering you a big reward this time. If you hesitate any longer, you'll be in for a million years."

"Right, boss?"

Song Yuan nodded: "1000 million years."

Zhao Li's face was filled with horror. "Isn't it okay for me to sign? You two are exaggerating, aren't you? You don't raise prices like this."

Queen Mother of the West almost laughed out loud.

The contract was happily concluded. At the moment the contract was concluded, Song Yuan said, "Actually, even if I don't help you, you still have a way to get a ghost pill and grow a soul again. It's just that you think that method is not very reliable."

"How did you know?" Zhao Li's face was filled with horror. "Murong's method..."

Having said that, he covered his mouth and dared not say any more.

Even though Song Yuan knew the plot and could predict it, he couldn't just listen to half of the gossip. "Will you tell me or not? If you don't, I'll tell Ah Cha."

Feng Baobao was also very curious. She felt dizzy from the moment she arrived at the blacksmith shop. These people were talking seriously about something, but these things were things Feng Baobao had never come into contact with before.

She was like listening to a story.

So she didn't express any opinions later. After seeing the methods used by Song Yuan and Zhao Li to sign the contract, Feng Baobao now mainly observed and recorded.

After all, Feng Baobao was Song Yuan's bodyguard.

How can we provide better service to our owners if we don’t understand them?

Zhao Li had no other choice but to speak, "It's that Murong. He should be a member of the royal family. Anyway, his origins are very mysterious, and we don't really know much about them. He has an ancient recipe for an elixir that is said to be able to make an elixir that can regenerate a soul in a person's body."

"Murong actually has memories of his past life. All soul ferrymen should have no memories, but he does."

"Because the Soul Ferryman has no soul, only a spirit."

Zhao Li told everything he knew.

But Song Yuan still wanted to gossip: "The Murong you are talking about is Murong Fu, right? Is he really with Fu Jian?"

What he said were all plots that were not broadcast in Soul Ferry, and most of them were guessed by people who watched the show.

Zhao Li shook his head. "I'm not sure, but he told me that their royal family has a finished elixir. Maybe he took it."

Song Yuan was a little disappointed. As expected, Zhao Li didn't know much.

"How about I go and ask?" Seeing Song Yuan's disappointed look, Zhao Li couldn't help but ask curiously.

"Okay, I'll wait for your gossip." Song Yuan did everything he could to get the melon: "By the way," he said here and suddenly found that the system panel popped up, and a bill flew directly to the top, which happened to be related to Murong.

Song Yuan glanced at him and looked at Zhao Li seriously: "If Murong has any requests, he can come to me directly. After all, he still has a debt here and hasn't paid me back yet. Don't make me go to him, it's very expensive."

Zhao Li's hair stood on end. What kind of mysterious organization is this "knife on credit" organization? Why are their debts everywhere?

Also, why didn’t the seller of the knife on credit collect the money?

Never heard of it before.

Why is it that in the Song and Yuan dynasties, everyone has to collect debts?

If Song Yuan could continue to issue debts and trade with him, Zhao Li would even think that Song Yuan might be the last of this lineage of knife sellers on credit.

They come here specifically to collect debts.

"By the way, when will you teach me how to transcend?" Zhao Li thought of the contract he had signed with Song Yuan. "Also, when will my soul be restored?"

Song Yuan didn't say anything, but stood up and walked around the blacksmith shop.

The entire blacksmith shop was filled with knives of all sizes hanging.

Various knives.

Every day Song Yuan would randomly create a new knife based on a blueprint or according to his own mood.

Long sword, short sword or even a dagger.

Everything is available.

In addition, Song and Yuan also made some beautiful scissors, nail clippers and the like.

They were placed casually in the store without any price marked. If an ordinary person entered the store and wanted to buy a knife, Song Yuan would sell it purely based on his mood.

When I'm in a good mood, I sell the knife and sign a contract with the other party.

When he was in a bad mood, he asked Feng Baobao to drive people out with a kitchen knife.

When Zhao Li asked this question, Song Yuan stood up, walked around the store, and finally stopped in front of a counter and took out a very small dagger.

Zhao Li stood behind Song Yuan defenselessly.

After Song Yuan picked up the knife, he turned around and directly inserted the knife into Zhao Li's dantian.

Zhao Li opened his eyes wide, fell straight down.

Song Yuan's action shocked everyone, but the Fifth Prince and Queen Mother of the West noticed that not a drop of blood flowed out of Zhao Li's dantian. On the contrary, the knife that Song Yuan had just inserted actually flowed slowly into the wound and disappeared completely.

The Fifth Young Master was puzzled: "What on earth is this?"

The Queen Mother of the West observed carefully and said: "I have never seen such a method before, it is really amazing."