Zheng Clan Market.
In the bare, impoverished room, Kong Rushang held a specially made sound-transmission jade talisman. Watching the faint glow on the talisman slowly fade, he gradually lowered his arm.
At that moment, Qu Zhuo returned from outside. Seeing this, he immediately asked, "Did the transmission go through?"
"How is Miss doing now?"
Kong Rushang furrowed his brow tightly and replied in a deep voice, "The transmission succeeded. Miss has already regained consciousness."
"However, Miss did not tell me where she is."
"She probably does not know herself where she is right now."
At this point, he continued, "Has the situation outside been dealt with?"
Qu Zhuo nodded and replied, "The one collecting rent was a Wicked Sin at [Scissor Hell]. I gave it some resources it had never seen before, and sent it away."
"The one collecting Yin Energy tax and spiritual energy tax was an Evil Omen at [Scissor Hell]. It could not tell the difference between low-grade and mid-grade Spirit Stones; it only cared about the quantity."
"I gave it a large batch of low-grade Spirit Stones and successfully muddled through."
"As for the one collecting protection fees, it was a Resentful Soul at [Scissor Hell]. That one was the easiest to fool."
"I recited a few slogans after it through sound transmission, and that was that..."
"However, although those female ghosts are only at [Scissor Hell], they gave me an extremely dangerous feeling."
"Dealing with one or two of them alone would certainly not be a problem."
"But if I had to deal with three or more at once, I might risk slipping up."
"Also, I noticed just now that those female ghosts hold very high status in this market!"
"Even the ghostly beings of [Iron Tree Hell] have to pay taxes to them."
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