His necklace!!!
He glared angrily at Linghu Lan, suppressing his anger, and said in a deep voice, "That was a gift from my parents. Are you so poor that you even want something like that?"
"I am quite poor!" Linghu Lan answered honestly. Mo Yin really was quite poor, just an ordinary college student, a commoner, who had to be very frugal to make ends meet.
Song Cheng was speechless, a flash of murderous intent crossing his eyes. He feigned calmness and said, "Although there is little trust between people on this island except for killing, I, Song Cheng, keep my word. I can give you other things and guarantee that if we ever leave this island, I will give you 100,000 yuan, as long as you return the necklace to me!"
Linghu Lan did not answer him, but silently held the necklace in her hand, silently feeling the flow of spiritual energy within it.
The necklace emanated a high-level spiritual energy, making it a high-grade spiritual artifact of excellent quality for replenishing spiritual power.
However, judging from the craftsmanship, it is very modern and fashionable, and it is obviously not an antique.
"This was given to you by your parents, not something you received on this island?"
Song Cheng's heart skipped a beat; he had a feeling he had let something slip.
If Mo Yin really is capable of cultivating immortality as she claims, he would probably be able to tell at a glance that this thing is extraordinary. His claim that it was a gift from his parents might easily lead people to make assumptions.
However, upon reflection, they realized they were all trapped on this island, and who knew when they would be able to leave, so they stopped caring.
"Good! Give me back my things, and you can take the rest. My promise still stands!"
Linghu Lan smiled.
"Mr. Song is indeed magnanimous, but is your life only worth 100,000 yuan? In my opinion, even one of your fingers is worth 100,000 yuan. Mr. Song, do you think it's worth it?"
Song Cheng was instantly terrified, his hair standing on end.
really……
With a swift slash, the Soul-Chasing Dagger was pulled from Xu Yuan's body, then flew up to his finger. At Linghu Lan's command, his finger was chopped off!
Song Cheng's face turned pale. He hadn't forgotten how this woman had cut someone's wrist, and he was incredibly nervous.
What exactly do you want?
"Write a ransom note: One hundred million!"
Why don't you just rob it?
"Thank you, I'm grabbing it right now!" Linghu Lan smiled.
Under Linghu Lan's command, the Soul-Chasing Dagger swiftly cut off a piece of cloth from Song Cheng's corner.
Before Song Cheng could say anything, he instinctively felt a chill on his finger; it had been cut, and blood was seeping out.
Linghu Lan laughed, "Hurry up and write, don't waste time! If you think you have plenty of blood, you can wait a little longer, since you have ten fingers!"
Song Cheng was stunned for a moment, but quickly realized that it was just an empty note and was of no use.
He sneered and quickly wrote down an IOU with his finger.
He was furious, and what angered him even more was that the woman was right next to him, saying, "Don't write it wrong, or we'll have to rewrite it and waste time!"
Song Cheng felt like he was about to faint from anger.
If one day he could get out and leave this hellish place, he would rather spend a hundred million to hire a hitman to kill her.
After Song Cheng finished writing.
Linghu Lan picked it up and looked at it, then said disdainfully, "The handwriting is really ugly!"
Song Cheng: "..." Beep beep beep beep!
Linghu Lan disdainfully put away the IOU, raised an eyebrow, and pointed her sword at Xu Yuan's neck.
"Now, let's talk about how much this woman is worth."
"Mo Yin, don't go too far!" Song Cheng couldn't help but shout angrily!
"So what if I went too far? Or is this woman worthless to you?" Linghu Lan smiled frankly.
Making a wish, yet hearing every word piercing my heart!
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