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Zheng Chaotian and Song Jiankang found it incredibly difficult to come up with that sum of money.
After all, they hadn't formed the kind of atmosphere necessary for an underground family to flourish, where they could live off their reserve.
Especially Song Jiankang, who had already forked over seven million in the recent past, nearly emptying his internal organs, and now they wanted ten million more?
How he wished he could refuse!
Dare he refuse, though?
He didn't dare!
He immediately set about looking for financial staff to help him gather the funds.
Zheng Chaotian was even more afraid than Song Jiankang. It is said that heroes sweat without flicking a drop unless they've reached the point of fear. Now, cold sweat dripped from his forehead as he scrambled around, barely managing to scrape together twenty million.
Thus, they finally managed to send off this fearsome god of death, who seemed to be still not completely satisfied.
