Ye River!

Zhao Yijiu himself never held grudges.

If he had a grudge, he usually settled it on the spot. If he didn't, it meant it hadn't affected him.

But Ghost Wine clearly held a grudge.

At this moment, with the cotton thread in their possession, they had the upper hand. Of course he'd save people—if they offered him something worth his while.

Besides, Zhao Dongxue and Zhao Huaisheng shouldn't expect to get out of danger so easily.

His actions startled everyone. The people present quickly figured out that this was a private feud between the Zhao family and Broken Mirror, and all promptly lowered their eyes, pretending they hadn't seen a thing.

Yu Xing glanced over too. Seeing that nothing unexpected had happened, he went back to tying thread around Luo Xiangfeng, reassured.

Only Zhao Huaisheng muttered a curse under his breath and watched Zhao Dongxue with concern.

Pain made the veins all over Zhao Dongxue's body bulge. After her cries faded, only ragged breaths remained caught in her throat. She trembled all over, unable to speak.

"You're rich, aren't you?" Zhao Yijiu said with a curl of his lips, using the excuse that the Dog God had no money. He didn't need to look up; he was already much taller than Zhao Dongxue. The haughty look in his eyes was chilling. "If you want to live, hand something over."

Zhao Dongxue wouldn't have picked a fight with him at a time like this, no matter what. Her black hair had been soaked by the splashing river water and hung in tangled strands over her head. She looked utterly wretched. "I—I'll give you money."

"...Money?" Zhao Yijiu gave a soft snort, as if mocking her naivete. "I don't want money. I want something on you that can protect you from ghosts."