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You can't really blame Wang Xiaolong for being suspicious.
In the depths of the night, suddenly hearing sounds that switched between crying and laughing was truly akin to the wailing of wronged spirits in a horror film, sending chills down one's spine.
Su Qianqian frowned slightly when she first heard it.
But upon further thought, she just smirked dismissively.
With her around, an Emperor of Qingqiu with a thousand years of cultivation, ordinary vengeful spirits wouldn't dare to show up and wail, let alone pass gas!
She was too lazy to even look, simply maintaining her silence.
Wang Xiaolong, this guy, had clearly agreed to trade for four roasted chickens, yet he reneged after succeeding and now it was time to scare him a bit!
Seeing Su Qianqian's lack of reaction, Wang Xiaolong swore silently in his heart.
