Seeing that his beating might be exposed, the man ran forward holding the balloon tightly in his hand.

He didn't know if it was his illusion, but the further he ran, the more the lights in the world seemed to be pulled away, the space around him twisted, the laughter of the crowd faded away, and the next second, he was in a dark place.

The man's panic lasted less than a second and he quickly calmed down.

He was familiar with this process, as it was the same last time.

It just so happened that he also wanted to find the boss and ask about the woman just now.

He remembered the name people around him called her.

The man continued to move forward. At the end of the darkness was a white light. He stepped in without any hesitation.

A huge tea shop stood quietly in front of me on a deserted street.

He entered the teahouse. Outside in the front yard, a middle-aged man in a black Mao suit was watering flowers. When he saw someone coming in, he turned his head in surprise.

"It's you? How did you get in?"

"Didn't you let me in? Boss, it seems my cancer replacement has been exposed."

"Exposed?"

The boss put down the watering can, adjusted his glasses, and smiled gently.

"If you're exposed, our shop might not be able to handle it. After all, our deal doesn't include what happens if you're exposed."

The man looked at his boss, who looked like a scoundrel, and he wanted to bite his teeth.

"Then I'll make another deal. I want that woman dead."

The boss looked the man up and down, a look of slight disdain on his face. "Your life is probably the most valuable thing on your body, but it doesn't matter. We in the teahouse are very considerate to our customers. How about using your wife as a bargaining chip this time?"

"impossible!"

"Well, it seems there's nothing to be done about our deal. Don't worry, even if we're exposed, at most we'll be captured by the Seventh Bureau. The Seventh Bureau is not exactly lenient towards evildoers."

The man said nothing. The boss picked up the watering can again and muttered to himself as if he was talking.

"Mr. Guo truly loves his wife deeply. Even if it meant spending his entire life in jail and being penniless, he wanted his wife to live. Actually, your wife should have died, but you pulled her back from the brink of death. Now take her back..."

Yes, he should take it back.

It was he who brought his wife back.

Without him, his wife would have died long ago.

Without him, his wife would still be living in poverty.

He couldn't expose it. He was rich now, lots and lots of money. He had lived for almost half his life and had just started to enjoy happiness. How could he lose everything in an instant?

"Okay, I'll make this deal." The man's eyes gradually became firm: "I will use my wife's soul in exchange for that woman's life!"

"good."

The boss happily led the people into the tea shop.

He sat on a wooden chair and asked, "Do you have the woman's name and date of birth?"

"I, I only know that the other person's name is Ji Yu."

"Ji Yu?"

The boss murmured that he always felt that the name sounded familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

"Are there any photos?"

“No, no.”

The boss was extremely impatient, but he still had a warm smile on his face: "Then Mr. Guo, please clarify these things before coming over."

"Don't bother. I can tell you right now."

Ji Yu seemed to appear out of thin air, and brought a chair for himself. He sat directly next to the man selling balloons, looking at the tea shop owner opposite with a smile on his face.

"Oh my god, Sister Ji Yu, please wait for us."

Yu Wu and the other three ran in from the door. They were looking at the outside of the tea shop, but when they turned around, Ji Yu was gone.

Guessing that he might have gone in, the four of them immediately followed.

The boss had an expressionless face, but his heart was already in turmoil.

What happened today? Why did so many people come to his tea shop, and he, the owner, was completely unaware of it.

"Third Uncle?"

Lao Wu looked at the middle-aged man sitting on the chair in shock. He looked the same as he remembered from his childhood.

The word "Uncle San" made the boss' eyes show realization.

Yu Wu and Zhou Chen looked at Lao Wu beside them in shock.

Yu Wu couldn't hold back his words and asked, "Lao Wu, is the owner of this tea shop your third uncle?"

This tea shop has existed in this world for thousands of years. It is impossible for Lao Wu’s third uncle to have turned into an old monster.

The boss said foolishly, crossing his arms: "You're mistaken, I'm the current owner of the tea shop."

"Zhang Yanshu?"

A bamboo slip suddenly appeared in Ji Yu's hand: "The 188th tea shop owner, why don't you follow the tea shop's rules?"

"Rules? Hahahaha, Miss Ji is really joking. I am the owner of the tea shop, so naturally I make the rules of the tea shop."

Zhang Yanshu was halfway through laughing when he realized something was wrong. He leaned forward and wanted to take the bamboo slips from Ji Yu's hand.

"Why did you get the tea shop's stuff?"

Ji Yu put away the bamboo slips, his eyes filled with coldness.

"Ever since the tea shop was registered in Fengdu, it's not allowed to do business with living people. You've violated the rules. I'm sure you saw the price of violating the rules when you filled out the contract. Violators will have their souls shattered."

"Who are you?"

Zhang Yanshu's face turned extremely ugly, and everyone present was confused.

Yu Wu grabbed Lao Wu beside him and signaled with his eyes: What's going on?

The fifth brother shook his head and said in a deep voice, "Third Uncle disappeared when I was a child, and the family's life lamp was extinguished, indicating that he met with an accident. After that, Grandpa forbade anyone in the family to mention Third Uncle again. Over time, many people forgot that my Zhang family also produced a genius."

"Why are you not allowed to mention your third uncle in your clan?"

Since he was a genius and unfortunately died, no matter what, it is worth talking about him and there is no need to avoid talking about him.

"How would I know that?"

He was still young at that time.

"I know."

Ji Yu flipped through the booklet and was about to speak carefully when the man holding the balloon suddenly stood up, took out a dagger and stabbed the person on the chair next to him.

"Sister Ji Yu!"

Ji Yu snorted coldly, still holding the bamboo booklet in her hand. She kicked the table with her right foot, and the chair under her moved back a distance. She raised her leg high, stepped directly on the man's head, and pressed it hard to the ground.

The man under his feet struggled to get up, but the pressure on the back of his head became stronger and stronger, making him completely unable to move.

"Fang Cili, when your conscience returns, you will regret everything you have done recently."

"Regret? I don't regret it. What is conscience? Apart from being a goody-goody, I got nothing in return. I've been a good person my whole life, but what did I get in return?"