Yang Xuancheng smiled.

He likes greedy people.

"Then Master Lin might as well make a price."

Lin Mang held the knife and said quietly: "If that's the case, how about five million taels?"

Yang Xuancheng's face changed slightly: "Mr. Lin, this price..."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was already an Xiuchun knife on his neck that exuded an astonishing chill.

A piercing chill ran through the body instantly along the blade, as if he was in an ice cellar.

Lin Mang's expression was cold and he said calmly: "The knife is in my hand, and my mouth is on you. I'd better think about some things clearly before answering!"

Yang Xuancheng's expression changed again and again, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Okay!"

"Huh?" Lin Mang frowned slightly and looked at Yang Xuancheng in surprise.

It seems that this Yang Shangshu is more greedy than he thought.

"Take the money!"

Yang Xuancheng was stunned, then quickly shook his head and said, "Mr. Lin, I don't have that much money."

Lin Mang's face suddenly turned cold, and he stared at Yang Xuancheng with a stern look, without saying a word, but the embroidered spring knife in his hand slowly approached his neck.

A trace of blood slowly flowed down his neck.

"Wait a minute!" Yang Xuancheng was startled and said quickly: "I can write a letter and ask my father to send the money."

No matter how scheming people are, they still cannot be calm in the face of death.

Lin Mang waved.

Tang Qi behind him handed over the Book of Impermanence and a writing brush.

Lin Mang threw it to Yang Xuancheng and said coldly: "Write it."

Yang Xuancheng put the brush in his mouth to moisten it, gritted his teeth and started writing.

Soon, Yang Xuancheng said the last word, returned Wuchang Bo, and asked: "Master Lin, what do you think of this?"

Lin Mang glanced at it and smiled.

"good!"

Yang Xuancheng secretly breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the Xiuchun knife on his neck, and whispered: "Master Lin, can you put down this knife?"

"Okay!" Lin Mang nodded slightly.

But the next moment, the embroidered spring knife in his hand slashed through him.

"Pfft!"

A stunned head was thrown high.

Lin Mang slowly took back the Xiuchundao and said coldly: "Cut off one of his fingers and give it to Yang Shangshu together with this letter."

"Remember, send it in the name of the Iron-faced Master!"

Tang Qi hesitated and said: "Sir, will he really give money?"

After all, five million taels is really not a small amount.

Lin Mangxun glanced at the corpse on the ground and sneered: "Don't worry, he will deliver it."

"But not to save his son!"

At this time, a guard in Jinyi came forward and said respectfully: "Sir, we found something from that corpse."

In his hand, there was a bone similar to a human hand bone, with densely carved small characters on it.

Lin Mang frowned slightly and reached out to take it.

The moment he took it, Lin Mang's face showed a look of surprise.

"Innate Qi!"
Chapter completed!