Sefiro and Feng Liu were scared out of their wits. Even Ranmil was trembling…
Were they really going to die?
Ranmil was genuinely scared when she saw the bottomless pit on the other side of the door.
Instinctively, she clenched her fists and pursed her lips.
“Throw them over the cliff.”
The ghost king put his hands behind his back and spoke indifferently.
They were only lambs to him.
The four ghost generals would do whatever he said and immediately began to execute the order.
“Go!”
They pushed the Chosen Team toward the edge of the cliff.
They were only a step away from falling into the abyss.
Sefiro, Feng Liu, and Feng Sang were all screaming and didn’t know what to do.
The second prince knew that if he didn’t speak up now, they really were going to die.
“Stop!” the second prince yelled.
The ghost king glanced at him.
The second prince said hurriedly, “What price do I have to pay for you to spare my life? I don’t want to die. Can I buy my freedom? I’m the second prince of the Junwu Empire, and I have a lot of money! Feng Wu, how much do you want?”
The second prince stared at Feng Wu with twinkling eyes. He wanted to live!
Seeing that they were about to be pushed over the edge, Feng Wu smiled and said, “Wait.”
Right now, the ghost king would do whatever Feng Wu said.
“Do you want to pay for your life?” she asked indifferently.
The second prince nodded. “Yes. Name your price!”
Feng Wu smiled. “You name it.”
The second prince said, “What? Well, how about a restaurant? I have a restaurant on Vermilion Bird Street…”
Feng Wu crossed her arms and smiled at him. “Is that what your life is worth? A restaurant?”
The second prince said, “Well…”
Feng Wu smiled and raised her hand.
“Wait!” the second prince shrieked. “How about this Sky-breaking Saber? It’s my favorite weapon, and it’s now yours!
“And this Heavenly Heart Dagger!
“Here’s a land deed for a hundred acres of fine spiritual farmland in the eastern suburb!”
The second prince watched Feng Wu intently. “That’s all I have on me. Feng Wu, if you want, I can marry…”
Feng Wu stared at him. “One more word, and I’ll make you jump!”
The second prince said, “Well…”
Feng Wu took the saber and nodded.
It was of the same level as Fallen Star Sword. She could give it to Xiaoqi.
The dagger was unbelievably sharp. Good.
But Feng Wu’s favorite was the spiritual farmland.
With it, she would be able to grow herbs. It would be very helpful for training her medical skills.
She smiled and said, “Since Your Royal Highness is so generous, I’ll accept them.”
“The spiritual farmland… I don’t have the deed on me now. Can I give it to you when we get back to the imperial capital?” asked the prince.
“If you go back on your word, what will I do then?” asked Feng Wu.
“I’ll write you an IOU now!” The second prince grabbed some pen and paper, quickly wrote an IOU, and handed it to Feng Wu.
As long as he could live, a little humiliation was nothing! He could live with it!
