"Ah! Someone's dead!"
The crowd screamed incessantly, the middleman lying on the ground dead with eyes wide open, as the blood flowing from his chest quickly stained the snow red.
No one expected the gentle flower Daoist to kill without batting an eye, a stark contrast to the kind image that laughed and handed out money to the refugees.
At this moment, people also realized that this flower Daoist, whose attire was contrary to their stereotype, was indeed a real Daoist with cultivation.
"Young man, give it a try, don't miss the opportunity, after all, it's free. If you choose correctly, you can get all the money that person just put in and also regain your freedom."
The flower Daoist adjusted his sleeves and smiled faintly.
Upon hearing this, everyone was amazed and cast extremely envious glances at You Su.
