Chapter 742: The Roadblock (cont.)

In an instant, countless people rushed over frantically. Even Chen Kehan was about to charge over, but I pulled him back.

"Be careful. This old woman is no ordinary person," I said.

The old woman kept her head lowered, her eyes filled with viciousness. Just like that, she lay sprawled on the ground.

When the first person suddenly grabbed her and prepared to help her up, she abruptly raised her head viciously. A pair of hollow eyes stared at him. Then the old woman suddenly reached out and wrapped both arms around his legs.

"What are you trying to do?" the man stammered.

"You bumped into me. Without a hundred evil spirit coins, I can't get up," the old woman rasped.

"What? A hundred evil spirit coins? I don't have any evil spirit coins!" the man hurriedly said.

"If you don't have any, I'll kill you," the old woman said, tightening her grip.

The man screamed, his expression filled with despair. The people who had originally rushed over also wore strange expressions. Who would have thought that the old woman was running a scam by pretending to be injured?

A ghost running a scam?

At that thought, everyone's eyes became extremely odd. At the same time, they secretly congratulated themselves on their good fortune. Fortunately, it hadn't been them.

"I really don't have a hundred evil spirit coins. How about a little less?" the man hurriedly said.

"Without ninety-eight, I won't be able to get up no matter what."

"I really don't have any."

"Then go die."

"I'm begging you, I really don't have any. Please spare my worthless life." The man was practically on the verge of tears.

But the old woman still refused to let go. He screamed, feeling as though his legs were about to be crippled.