Li Huazhao stretched his hand to check Cain's breathing, then he felt relieved.
Thankfully, he's not dead.
Then again, would it matter if he were dead?
Feeling assured, he sat down and beckoned to the wealth-guarding ghost in the distant mist, "Come here."
He couldn't see what state the wealth-guarding ghost was in, but Cain had been staring in that direction, so it must be there.
"Okay!" The wealth-guarding ghost, hearing Li Huazhao's voice, ran quickly towards him with his piggy jar, its long pants dragging on the ground, forcing it to run in small steps.
Unlike Cain, the authority it used required almost no energy, only some treasures, so it was in good shape.
"You hold the fort here. I'm going to find a cart or something." Li Huazhao commanded and then proceeded to a shop on the street. Soon, he brought a small cart and two bundles of hemp rope from a supermarket.
He tied Cain up tightly and threw him on the cart, then pushed it towards the temporary warehouse.
