"I have entrusted someone to help you purchase a big killer weapon and will burn it for you now... If you are satisfied, I hope to receive a reply!"
After writing, Xu Yang felt somewhat awkward.
"Why is my letter... written in a semi-ancient and unsophisticated way?"
"Well, well... blame it on my limited cultural background."
He folded the letter, stuffed it into a toy box, and was about to burn it for Lord Cui when he suddenly had a thought. He said, "Apprentice..."
"Master!"
Ma Xiaotiao hurried over.
Xu Yang said, "This plane is a gift for Lord Cui of Fengdu Ghost City. Help me burn it for him."
Ma Xiaotiao obediently burned the toy plane at the door of the store.
Xu Yang stared at the rising flames until the plane turned into ashes. Then, he squinted and lit a Chinese cigarette, lost in thought.
Soon enough.
Half an hour passed.
Buzz!
Xu Yang suddenly felt a strange power coming from his body.
He hurriedly took out the token left by Lord Cui.
