After all, the only materials needed for sacrifice in the orchard are fresh living people!
He really wouldn't kill his own people just for some white bone fruits and red blood fruits, just to use them as materials.
But if you fail the challenge in the horror scene trial and become material, you can't blame anyone else.
Therefore, for the orchard of Canye Manor, the right way is to change from contracting to cooperation.
As she was composing her words, Mrs. Weird narrowed her eyes and made a joke with a smile, "Although Canye Manor has an orchard... there's not much work going on there. We need to repair the exterior and clean up, so we don't have time to take care of the orchard."
Lin Fan chuckled and replied, "Sorry."
It seems that his actions of demolishing walls, digging holes and littering did not escape the surveillance of the manor's controller.
The other party's words have a hidden meaning.
However, I just mentioned it casually and don't care.
If she was really angry, she would never be so nonchalant. However, if Lin Fan wanted to purchase the White Bone Fruit and the Red Blood Fruit, he needed Mrs. Weird's consent, so he naturally could not remain indifferent.
So he felt in his pocket, took out a stack of ghost money, estimated the amount to be three thousand, and placed it on the table before continuing, "I just had an emergency and needed it, so I tore off a piece of it. This amount is considered compensation for the loss of Canye Manor."
Looking at these ghost money, the strange maid beside her glared.
Compensation for losses? What kind of losses are you talking about?
The tattered iron fence surrounding Canye Manor never moves, and a few bars fall off occasionally.
As long as it goes out later, gets some mucus from the internal organs of a living person, and sticks the iron pipe on, it only takes a little effort.
Give it fifty ghost notes and it will be happy for half a day.
This man...
Just a clap of the hands and you get three thousand ghost money?
Not to mention it, even Mrs. Weird was a little confused.
After a long pause, he raised his hand tremblingly and covered it with the three thousand ghost banknotes.
Feeling the weight and the strangely comfortable mysterious aura, its voice trembled.
"Hurry...quickly ask the chef to serve the food!"
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