Lin Tian nodded. $6,666 was petty cash for him but for these villagers, it covered an entire year of expenses, which was indeed not a small amount.
"Damn it, who cares if you don't have money, are you seeking death?"
Not even five minutes after that villager had left, a discordant voice came from the straw hut, and soon after, the two Mirror Breaking warriors at the doorway rushed inside.
"Spare me, please spare me."
A Mirror Breaking warrior dragged that villager out, throwing him hard onto the ground.
At that moment, a fat man came rushing out. This person was none other than Zhou Yi, famously known as Master Bai Xiao.
Zhou Yi, with hands on his hips and acting like a scolding wife, pointed at the villager on the ground and cursed fiercely, "Damn it, you dare to seek a fortune telling without money? Do you think this is Charity Hall? My fortune-tellings reduce lifespan, and without money, who will do it for you?"
