"impossible!"
Ghost Face didn't believe it at all.
Qin Minglang took out the blueprint that Ghost Face had given him from his pocket. "I've marked the changes on it. Take a look for yourself."
The parchment fell into the sewage that had seeped into the ground.
Ghost Face looked suspicious. Seeing that Qin Minglang had no intention of attacking him again, he took two steps forward and picked up the item from the sewage.
The parchment scroll is waterproof, and the images inside are undamaged.
Qin Minglang couldn't draw, so he marked the functions on the modified mechanisms and roughly drew a few strokes.
But for Oni-Mian, who was well-versed in mechanical arts, it was enough.
He looked at it three times, then stared at Qin Minglang in disbelief.
"Who produced these blueprints? Luo Jiu? How could he possibly have such ingenious ideas?"
Qin Minglang snorted coldly.
"It is the Ninth Prince, Mo Yunhan."
"Ninth Prince?" Ghost Face staggered a step, his lips trembling beneath the mask, as if he had suddenly gone mad, clutching the blueprints and roaring wildly.
"How could it be Luo Jiu? Why him?"
"No, he's blind, crippled, and the entire Luo family is finished. He can't possibly beat me."
“But the Military Camp belongs to the Ninth Prince, and Luo Jiu is one of the Ninth Prince’s men, so it must be him.”
"Hahaha, Master, you must be so happy! He won again! He won again! I'm not reconciled! I'm not reconciled!"
He frantically tried to tear the parchment scroll, and when he couldn't tear it, he bit it with his teeth until his mouth was full of blood.
Qin Minglang was shocked by his crazy behavior.
"Hey, don't think you can get away with not paying me back just because of this. Let me tell you, it's ten thousand taels, not a penny less. You almost made me lose my job, and now you have to compensate me with new blueprints for mechanical weapons. This time, I don't want the chariots, I want..."
Before he could finish speaking, Ghost Face suddenly lunged at him with bloodshot eyes.
"No, I want the chariot."
He clutched the parchment in both hands, his mouth full of blood, and he grinned like a demon.
"A person must get up from where they fall. If all these chariots collapse on the battlefield, guess who will be blamed? Hahahaha, everyone involved will die. Hahahaha, everyone will die!"
Qin Minglang's heart began to pound violently.
He quickly retrieved the remaining seven thousand taels from Ghost Face and hurriedly went to find Old Tree.
Looking at the collapsed, dilapidated house, I felt terrible.
He had just been feeling fortunate that Fu Shui had been divinely aided, but now he felt as if thousands of ants were crawling inside his body. He frantically raised his hand to try and spit out his mouth, but he could no longer vomit.
He retched for a long time, his face covered in tears and snot.
A few steps away, a dark figure suddenly appeared, with a red-eyed raven perched on its shoulder. The figure was completely covered by a black cloak, obscuring its appearance, and a rough, unpleasant voice came from under the brim of its hat.
"I can remove the curse on you."
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