"Okay, just do as I say. If the doctor arrives, bring him in." Mr. Lin said impatiently.

Seeing that Mr. Lin San was so persistent, the guards had no choice but to leave the room.

"Guangchuan, I told you to write it." Uncle Lin said, wiping the cold sweat from his face.

Lin Guangchuan could read, but his handwriting was not very beautiful. But now that the Third Master had given the order, he could only pretend to be calm and began to write words that looked like insects crawling around.

After about an incense stick of time, Lin Guangchuan finished writing down what Mr. Lin San had dictated and handed the paper respectfully to the other party.

After Mr. Lin San took the paper, he looked at the handwriting with disdain, and after confirming that there were no mistakes, he said.

"Take enough money and bring people to visit these stores. Tell them that the items they bought previously have problems and need to be recycled. If anyone is unwilling, then use some tricks."

Although Lin Guangchuan was confused, he still respectfully accepted the task and turned around to lead his men out of the ghost market.

Uncle Lin San once again wiped the cold sweat caused by the pain. At this time, there was no doctor and the long knife was still stuck in his foot and had not been pulled out.

"Mr. Ghost, please wait a moment. I have asked someone to recall the gunpowder." Mr. Lin San gave a stiff smile to the void.

Xu Jinhuan ignored him, but walked to the table, picked up the paper and glanced at it casually.

When Master Lin San saw this, he saw the paper suddenly rise from the table and then stop in mid-air, which made his heart beat wildly again.

He was afraid that the ghost master would be dissatisfied and stab his other instep with a long knife.

"This list..."

When Mr. Lin San heard Mr. Ghost's voice, his ears pricked up nervously again, but he kept praying silently in his heart, no, it's just one or two people away, he is not a god, they can't be discovered.

But the reality is often the opposite of what we want.

Xu Jinhuan snorted coldly and said, "Lin Laosan, there seems to be something wrong with this list."

Master Lin San immediately smiled flatteringly and said, "Master Ghost, the heavens, the sun and the moon can bear witness to my statement that I am not lying."

Xu Jinhuan didn't believe his lies at all, and said slowly: "I heard that you don't have many children, so I will lend you a hand and make sure you don't have any children at all.

Who should we attack first? You seem to have an older son…"

Xu Jinhuan didn't know Mr. Lin Sanye at all. She knew all this after Fu Dongsheng entered the ghost market. She thought he was walking too slowly, so she put a little mental power on him to locate him.

I went to other places to listen to some gossip, which happened to be about how Mr. Lin Sanye was lustful but had no children. He married more than 20 concubines but only had three children in his backyard.

This is just the right thing to use.

But Master Lin San had no idea what was going on. He just thought that the other party had deliberately gone to his backyard. Thinking of his already pitifully few children, Master Lin San compromised with a sad face.

“No, no, no, you are such a big shot, please don’t hurt my children. This list is indeed real, but it lacks two big buyers.

One is Zhou, the richest man in Tongqiao County, and the other is the Qilin Divine Envoy. Lord Ghost, I really can't afford to offend these two families."

Seeing that Lord Ghost did not speak, Third Master Lin continued to explain, "This Zhou's richest man is the one who built the Ghost Market. Although I am respectfully called Third Master Lin in the Ghost Market, I am also helping him.

As for the Qilin God Envoy, I have no idea what to do. The Qilin God's name is so famous here that even the richest man Zhou believes in it. I have no way to challenge them."

After saying this, Mr. Lin San collapsed to the ground with helplessness on his face.

At this time, Xu Jinhuan summarized the information provided by Mr. Lin Sanye. It turned out that this week's richest man was the real owner of the ghost market?

Although it sounded reasonable, Xu Jinhuan still felt that something was wrong.

“How many bags did these two buy?”

At this time, Mr. Lin San no longer dared to resist. When he heard the ghost's question, he not only answered honestly, but also deliberately said more of what he knew.

“Ever since I saw how powerful this thing is, it’s been sold in limited quantities, and each person can only buy one pack. Later, the Qilin Divine Envoy suddenly came to the Ghost Market and asked for the whole pack.

Although I was not happy about it, he was a very powerful man in the city, so I didn't dare to offend him, so I gave him all the three new bags."

After saying this, Mr. Lin San shrugged helplessly and continued.

"After the Qilin Divine Envoy bought it twice, Mr. Zhou heard about it from somewhere and sent someone to pass on the message, blaming me for not knowing the value of the goods.

After receiving the goods, he sold them without telling him. He also ordered me to send the goods to him directly after receiving them and not to sell them anymore.

After saying this, Mr. Lin San sighed helplessly. He had received countless strange and poisonous hidden weapons in the ghost market over the years. If he reported every one of them, then the richest man Zhou would scold him again.

Xu Jinhuan frowned upon hearing this. Kirin Divine Envoy only bought it twice? If we count three packs each time, that would only be six packs. But she found more than six packs in that secret room alone...

"Are you sure that Qilin Envoy only bought six packs?" Xu Jinhuan asked.

Uncle Lin San said without thinking: "Of course I am sure. This stuff is expensive, and there are not many in total, so I remember it clearly."

As if he was afraid that Mr. Ghost would not believe him, Mr. Lin gritted his teeth and told him the most confidential matter.

"I gave the remaining nine bags to Mr. Zhou. Mr. Zhou said that the nobles in the capital were very interested in this thing. They not only wanted the thing, but also wanted the person who made it."

Nine packs?

Xu Jinhuan calculated that the Qilin Divine Envoy bought six packs, and the richest man Zhou bought nine packs, and the silver box in the secret room contained fourteen packs...

If one pack was used for the experiment, it would be understandable.

However, the relationship between the Qilin God and the richest man Zhou is not so simple.

The person behind the scenes has actually prepared chess pieces both overtly and covertly, he really cannot be underestimated.

"Mr. Ghost?" Seeing that the other party had fallen silent again, Master Lin San was no longer as happy as before, but instead shouted tremblingly.

He was really afraid that the other party would go to the backyard without saying a word and kill his child.

"I understand. You don't need to take action against those two."

Before Mr. Lin Sanye could be happy, Xu Jinhuan started talking again.

"I saved you so much trouble, shouldn't you show some appreciation?"

"Ah? What do you mean?" Uncle Lin was so overwhelmed with joy that he couldn't wrap his mind around it for a moment and asked subconsciously.

Xu Jinhuan smiled like a bandit, "As the old saying goes, losing money can prevent disasters, don't you think that's right?"

Master Lin nodded subconsciously and said after thinking for a while.

"Mr. Ghost, do you prefer yellow paper or gold ingots? Should I find someone to make a few figurines for you and send them to the underworld to serve as your maids and servants?"