After crossing over, he has no taboos among the zombies.

In the end, Zhang Liang left crying.

Ma Fei, that bastard, scratched around with his bird claws, and three times three equals nine, which makes forty-seven. Plus the money for the departure, tea, consecration, ritual expenses, corpse cleaning, corpse cremation, fuel... plus the losses from the fight, he gave him a 12% discount.

All in all, the total amount is 13.5 million silver coins.

Zhang Liang knew that this guy would ask for a huge sum of money, but he didn't expect his mouth to be so big.

The previous three stocks increased ninefold to only 4.5 million, and this one has tripled again.

And what the hell is this 12% discount?

Before Zhang Liang could bargain, Ma Fei waved his hand and said, "When Room 7 comes into play, there's only success, no failure. We only offer discounts, no bargaining. Those who can settle the matter with 4.5 million won't mind spending an extra 4.5 million. Those who spend an extra 4.5 million won't mind spending another 4.5 million!"

After that, he made the final decision: "It's happily decided. Keep quiet, or I'll break your bones."

So Zhang Liang took the price of 13.5 million and went home crying to negotiate.

……

In midsummer, the heat was scorching, and the huge city of Lin'an had a bit more anxiety and boredom in its bustling atmosphere.

The merchants' haggling became noticeably louder and more aggressive.

But this does not include crematorium number seven.

After the Liang family mobilized a large force to attack crematorium No. 7 and then retreated in disgrace after being defeated, crematorium No. 7 was "recognized" by the rules.

And it is a recognition of the "advanced" rules.

Rules are extremely exclusive. People who are outside the rules will inevitably be exploited by the rules.

Those who abide by the rules can just sit back and enjoy the convenience of the rules.

The obvious change is that no one dares to cause trouble in Crematorium No. 7 anymore. Those who come are all polite, even if the other party is dressed in fine clothes and even if he is surrounded by people.

The lame middle-aged man disappeared, and the malicious officials and hooligans were so scared that they didn't even dare to get close to him.

Crematorium No. 7 is becoming a mysterious place among the people. People here speak very carefully and have very good tempers.

Many people came with gifts, turned around and left without asking for anything, just wanting to be recognized.

Among them were even wealthy families and court officials.

The idea of ​​Crematorium No. 7, which was able to slap the Liang family in the face and still remain unscathed and thriving, is too tempting to imagine.

But none of this has anything to do with Qin He.

Ma Fei took care of all the "troubles" for him, only taking money but not doing anything, unless a corpse was delivered to his door.

You can give it as you like, but any hesitation on my part would be disrespectful to the money.

If the gift is not enough, Uncle Ma will start cursing at the door.

As for Qin He, if there is a corpse, he will burn it; if there is no corpse, he will listen to music. If he doesn't like someone, he will use the Immortal Board Technique on him.

Qin He also wanted to keep a low profile, but his strength did not allow it.

So, I won’t be low-key anymore.

Anyway, a blame was thrown into the palace, but the old emperor didn't jump out.

I guess he has turned himself into a pile of bones due to seclusion.

If that's the case, there's no need to be so cautious.

After all, the safety level has risen to 99%, so it’s okay to be a little bit high-profile.

Qin He walked to the street, sat on his Lamborghini, with Xiao Mink lying on his shoulder, looking very leisurely.

People coming towards them all made way, and if they were in groups of three or two, they couldn't help but whisper to each other.

The focus of their attention was not Qin He, nor the big black bull sitting there.

But it was the little mink on Qin He’s shoulder.

At this moment, the little mink, whose whole body was snow-white without a single strand of hair, lay on Qin He's shoulder, emitting bursts of oppressive aura.

It was actually the Wheel Sea Realm!

This is a monster!

And it is a very high level monster.

His spiritual roots were clear, his body was slender, he was spotless and pure, and his whole body was full of natural spiritual charm, especially his dark red animal eyes, which were like gems.

In the Southern Continent, the relationship between humans and demons is not harmonious. In the city of Lin'an, ordinary people either kill demons in groups or lock them up in cages.

Anyone who dares to carry an animal on his shoulders so confidently and raise such a high-level and powerful animal is not an ordinary person.