Zhao Youliang is a kind-hearted person who rarely refuses to help others when he can.
Of course, borrowing money is an exception...
After pondering for a moment, Zhao Youliang finally remembered the question Wang Youcai asked most often: How long do you have left?
After the two ghost messengers were told, they immediately became restless.
It's like sitting on a kang (heated brick bed) that's too hot in winter, your butt gets sore from the heat.
At the same time, they all reached out to wipe away non-existent cold sweat.
"Your words are correct, sir. It was our oversight!"
"I'll go back right away and make the changes immediately!"
"I urge Lord Zhao to put in a good word for him with that official and ask him not to be angry about this matter."
Although Zhao Youliang became more and more confused as he listened, he still nodded in agreement.
As long as they don't borrow money from me, everything is fine...
When the two ghost messengers saw that Zhao Youliang had agreed, they were immediately relieved as if they had been granted a pardon.
After exchanging a glance, he gritted his teeth and shoved something into Zhao Youliang's hand.
"The little devil came in a hurry and didn't bring any magic treasures for Lord Zhao."
"This is just a small token of my respect, but I hope Lord Zhao will accept it with a smile."
"Just treat it as a decoration and play with it... If you think it takes up too much space, just throw it away."
After the ghost messenger finished speaking, he immediately fled the paper-making shop as if his life depended on it, and the song started playing again.
However, this time the song no longer carried any eeriness or mystery; instead, it was filled with boundless fear.
"The young general is supreme in both the realms of Yin and Yang; if he wants you to be born, you are born; if Yama (the King of Hell) wants you to die at midnight, the young general can extend your life..."
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