"Hahahaha~~~" Huang Xiaolong burst out with a hearty laughter, looking at the self-satisfied Bian family member as if watching a fool, "If I manage to heal his injury, will you willingly maim one of your arms? This was your proposition, I didn't coerce you."
"Yes! I, Ji Zhengyu, heard you loud and clear!" Ji Zhengyu hastily seconded.
"Heh~~ you treat this dying man first then let's talk." Bian Family man spat with a defiant glare.
Then Huang Xiaolong led everyone to the city god's main hall.
Huang Xiaolong explained the rules of incense-burning to Ji Zhengyu.
Without another word, Ji Zhengyu dug out 10,000 dollars and purchased 10 incense sticks, then neatly knelt on the prayer mat.
"Sincerity is spirit." Huang Xiaolong casually reminded him.
This matter was a matter of life and death, Ji Zhengyu naturally didn't waver. Besides, Huang Xiaolong's magical "cooked food spell" indeed earned Ji Zhengyu's admiration.
