Zhou Fengtai's pupils trembled upon hearing those words.
Tahm licked its wide mouth with its tongue and continued:
"Ten trembling fingers for half a piece! Shaking kneecaps count as a rounding off! (hiccup) You're still short of three ounces of shame and two pounds of tears of regret—just enough for a steaming pot of soul stew!"
"No way, I can't give you those!" Zhou Fengtai shouted loudly in defiance: "I've given you my eyes, my fingers, wouldn't I be a cripple again? If I give you these things, how can I continue to gamble? Trade them for something else instead!"
The demon began to laugh uproariously.
"My little darling, are you too naïve? Do you think there's anything else valuable left on you? Your soul has already plunged into the abyss, bearing the most perfect fruit. The scent of corruption on you is more fragrant than nuts roasted for three days!
