Fang Ci Li looked back on the first half of his life in the tea shop and was determined that he would not regret it.

"You rich people just don't understand. I work diligently and do good deeds every day, but all I get is not enough money to pay for my wife's chemotherapy."

"I went around looking for people to borrow money. Those who had helped me before, who had praised me as a good person, all turned their backs on me. No one was willing to lend me money, no one was willing to help me save my wife."

"I tried to help others as much as I could, but no one helped me. I ended up having to borrow lidai, but it was completely useless for my wife's condition."

"When I was at my wit's end, it was Boss Zhang who stepped in. He only needed my worthless conscience to buy back my wife's health. I can also use the methods Boss Zhang taught me to help more people escape the torture of cancer."

"You're saying that's helping?" Yu Wu couldn't stand it any longer and stood up and said, "You're using the healthy bodies of other innocent people in exchange. You're calling it murder, and you're saying it in a very righteous way."

"Oh, what do you know? I've cured so many cancer patients, and their families even gave me banners."

"Whether it's a banner or money, you should know it clearly."

Ji Yu couldn't help but put a little more strength on his foot, and the other party let out a painful wail.

Wen Ruolan, who was standing by, finally figured out the whole story.

"So that's how it is. I was wondering why there are so many people suffering from cancer in Yumu City recently."

Although there are many people suffering from cancer every day in Yumu City, it is not so outrageous that people in the oncology department have to stay awake all day and can hardly eat a few bites of food. Some of them are even in the late stage of severe illness and need to prepare for their funeral.

This guy clearly replaced the nearly incurable cancer patients from all over the country with people from Yumu City.

Anger welled up in her: "You are not helping cancer patients at all, you are using this method to make huge profits."

"Hmph, just tell me if the cancer of the people I do business with is cured."

Ji Yu looked down at Fang Cili, then up at Zhang Yanshu across from him. Finally, he leaned back in his chair and said, understandingly, "So you didn't tell him about the drawbacks of the replacement spell. Not telling customers the full details is against the teahouse's rules."

Zhang Yanshu stared at Ji Yu with his eyes fixed.

Who is this person and why does he seem to know everything about the tea shop?

"Mr. Fang, even if the cancer is replaced by someone else, if the birth date and time don't match 100%, then even if the cancer is replaced, it won't live long. At most, it can live for a few months, and then it will suddenly die. This time limit is related to the compatibility of the birth date and time. If you accidentally replace it with someone with an incompatible birth date and time, then two people will die at once. Do you think you are helping others or killing innocent people?"

Fang Cili was shocked, and beads of sweat the size of beans on his face dripped to the ground.

"Impossible, impossible, you're lying to me. Boss Zhang clearly said the only price he'd pay is my conscience. There's no way it could be anything else."

Ji Yu didn't say anything more, but bent down, took out the mobile phone from his bag and threw it in front of him.

"You can open your phone and check."

Fang Cili sat up from the ground and quickly held the phone in his hand.

Ji Yu loosened his feet, stood up and walked towards the next house. Zhang Yanshu wanted to stop him, but found that he could not move.

The shelves inside the room were filled with items for trading.

It was normal at first, with antiques or very valuable things being taken away, but later on, pawned items of living people began to appear intermittently.

"Did you choose this inkstone?"

The air twisted, and a cloud of smoke appeared behind Ji Yu, his tone excited and filled with fear.

"Sir, you are still alive. I knew it. You are so powerful, how could you really be dead?"

"Stop talking and answer my question."

The smoke shook and condensed into a human head, shaking its head madly.

"No, no, no, it wasn't me. I chose the boss who took over after you left. He was absolutely diligent and hardworking. After that, I fell into a deep sleep. As you know, ever since I can't eat living souls, I've been very weak all day long, so I have to rely on hibernation to preserve my strength. If I hadn't sensed your presence just now, I definitely wouldn't have woken up."

Ji Yu turned around and looked at the smoke for a while to make sure that the other party was indeed unaware.

She raised her hand: "Come here."

The smoke instantly condensed into a mist dog, its tail swinging wildly, its head close to Ji Yu's palm, and a burst of power instantly penetrated into his body.

Smoke said nostalgically, "Ah, this half-dead, half-alive breath of your master is still the most delicious."

As soon as the words fell, Ji Yu slapped him away with a slap. The cold voice reached Geng Heiwu's ears: "From now on, you will personally choose every owner of the tea shop. If something goes wrong, I don't recommend breaking up your spiritual intelligence at all."

"No, no, no, sir, I understand. I'm going to kill that kid right now."

He was just the spirit formed by a house, which was not easy. He didn't want to become a dead object again.

"No, I'll take care of it."

Ji Yu found Fang Cili's "conscience" and returned to the outside world.

She opened the box and returned her conscience to the other person.

Fang Ci Li, who had regained his conscience, broke down and burst into tears when he saw a text message sent to his mobile phone.

- Mr. Fang, I'm from Ren Ai Hospital. I couldn't get through to you on the phone, so I sent you a text message. A kind-hearted person sent your wife to the hospital, but she had no vital signs when she arrived. If you see this message, please come to the hospital.

——Master, why did my son die suddenly? Didn’t you cure his cancer? Why did he die suddenly?

——Master, my grandfather passed away suddenly the day before yesterday. Didn’t you tell us that my grandfather would live to be a hundred years old if he recovered from cancer?

——Why don’t you reply to the message? My grandma passed away. Are you a liar? You gave me a lot of money, hundreds of thousands. Is this how you treated me?

——I give up. You are a liar. My daughter had a few months to live, but after your treatment, she died in a week. You murderer, give my daughter back her life.

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"I've finished reading it."

Ji Yu's cold voice came from above his head.

Fang Ci Li hugged the phone and cried so hard that she couldn't utter a word.

"Everyone has their own destiny, which is determined by heaven. If you try to change it by force, it will only backfire more severely. Mr. Fang, you can't bear the responsibility of these dozens of lives."

Fang Ci Li was gasping for breath, and the world in front of him suddenly went dark. He fell backwards and lay on his back on the ground.

The moment his conscience returned, he felt as if a thousand-pound stone was pressing down on him, and all kinds of sounds were converging in his ears.