"Three hundred souls a match, three hundred souls a match!"
The bald old man at the chess booth shouted:
"Three hundred souls a game, three hundred souls a game!"
Li Yiyi was excited:
"If I win, what's the prize?"
The bald old man shook his head:
"The prize is uncertain, whatever the winner needs most at that moment, the prize will be."
Li Yiyi raised her eyebrows:
"Boasting."
The old man chuckled:
"If the young lady doesn't believe me, she can ask those who come to see my chess booth each day. The last winner had congenital blockade in his organs, heavy shackles, and he won the Marvelous Medicine that could unlock the five great secrets of the organs."
"The one before that had reached old age and won the Life-Extending Celestial Pill — if you win a match, and the prize doesn't satisfy you, feel free to take this old man's head!"
Zhang Fusheng showed some interest, and faint star lines appeared deep in his eyes.
Looking at the cause and effect.
He frowned.
