"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Not long after returning to the room, Chen An heard the knock on the door again.

To be honest, he was a little annoyed, but he put on his clothes skillfully and left the room.

After all, he is now in a once-in-a-lifetime period of making money, and he must seize this opportunity to make a fortune.

Making money is more important than anything else.

When he came to the window next to the door, Chen An picked up a bamboo pole and opened the curtain of the window from a distance.

The next second, what came into view was the old dog gambling monk who lived next door.

"Fellow Daoist Chen, please help us in an emergency. Lend me 20 pieces of low-grade spiritual stones. When I win the money, I'll give you 70% of it!"

The old monk's eyes were bloodshot, and his mental state seemed a little crazy. He was probably too anxious to gamble.

Chen An simply refused: "No money!"

After saying that, he closed the curtains and stopped talking to the old monk outside the window.

In the past, he refused politely, but this old monk felt that there was hope and harassed him at every turn.

Now he refused decisively, hoping to stop the old monk from wanting to borrow money again.

"Fellow Daoist Chen, fellow Daoist Chen, why are you so selfish and short-sighted?!"

"You have let me down too much!"

"You are destined to be a bad alchemist in this life!"

The old monk failed to borrow the spirit stone, and his mentality was a bit explosive, so he started to curse angrily.

The whole person looked crazy.

Fortunately, he wasn't scolded for long before he was stopped.

"Wang Daoyou, are you short of money?"

"If so, come with us and go out to hunt the blood demon."

"I won't say I'm rich, but it's more than enough to pay the monthly rent."

"Coming?"

"I'm coming! I'm coming! I'm coming!"

The old monk eagerly agreed to the monk's request.

For someone to take a fancy to an old, weak, sick and disabled monk like him as a teammate, this is simply a wish.

He has to seize this opportunity.

Chen An, who was inside the house, heard the conversation outside and felt that something was not right.

Would anyone really be willing to form a team with an old low-level monk like the old monk to hunt the blood demon?

Aren't you afraid of forming a team that will hold you back?

Or do you think you feel sorry for him and want to help him?

Although Chen An was confused, he didn't dwell too much on it. He quickly turned around and walked into the room, continuing to be affectionate with his little wife on the bed.

It's none of your business, just leave it alone.

This is the basic way to survive in this place where monsters are everywhere, ghosts are as numerous as dogs, and people’s hearts are sinister.

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PS: Set the bowls, please recommend monthly tickets!
Chapter completed!