Zhou Ying looked at the two people on the ground with a troubled expression.
With others around, she couldn't kill them and put them into her interspace to be used as fertilizer. However, she was unwilling to let them go.
At this moment, a small bee flew past her, and her eyes lit up. She told Fang Qing, "Comb the two of them and see if there's any identification. Of course, if there's money on them, help yourself."
"I understand. Don't worry, Mistress." Fang Qing's eyes brightened, and he immediately went to work.
Zhou Ying turned around and found the small box that contained the chili powder. She wrapped a small bag of white sugar from her interspace in the small box as a cover.
"Mistress, there's about four taels of broken silver and silver notes worth around ninety taels." Fang Qing summarized and handed the silver to her.
"90 taels?" Zhou Ying took it and pondered.
