"2000 silver? Poor!"
In the end, su Jie found silver notes worth 2000 taels in iron boy's arms. To the current su Jie, this amount of money was better than nothing.
After keeping the silver notes, su Jie looked at the dumbstruck middle-aged man and the young martial artist and said, " "You guys can deal with the body."
With that, su Jie went to the second floor of the inn. He was prepared to rest there and continue his journey after the rain had stopped.
"You two, don't go around talking about what happened here today."
After he regained his senses, the middle-aged man went to the shopkeeper and the waiter who were hiding behind the counter. He took out a Silver Note with a decent denomination and placed it on the table as he said in a deep voice.
"Yes, Yingluo, yes, we promise we won't say anything." The innkeeper and the waiter hurriedly nodded their heads. They opened the inn and did not want to cause any trouble.
