The Unwelcome Guest Arrives; the Whispering Monkeys (Please Subscribe)

"Th—"

Wei Long's smile froze. He exchanged a glance with Fang Cheng, hesitated, then said with an ingratiating smile, "We weren't planning to hide it from you, Brother Gui."

He gathered his thoughts and explained, "Here's the situation. The original owner of Crimson Refinement Farm spent a considerable sum raising a brood of Crimson Refinement Ghost Snakes, Weird Seedlings considered top-tier even in the Blood Realm."

"He hoped that brood would make his fortune, but—"

He hesitated.

Fang Cheng, impatient with his dawdling, filled in for him. "For some reason, a pit appeared beneath the waters of Crimson Refinement Farm, leading who knows where. Every Crimson Refinement Ghost Snake he'd raised escaped."

"He owed Blood Coins, so he fled inland."

"Other things happened afterward. Crimson Refinement Farm changed hands several times before ending up with the Sea Patrol Guard—"

Bai Jingjing hadn't intended to interrupt, but his explanation set her off. "Can you even call a Weird Farm with a hole in it a Weird Farm?—"

She scoffed. "From what you've said, my lord would be better off raising ghost creatures loose in the open sea. At least that wouldn't cost him a hundred million Blood Coins—"

Ignoring their awkward expressions, she turned to the silent, contemplative Zhu Yu and huffed. "My lord, they think you're easy to talk to, so they're trying to swindle you out of your Blood Coins. Let's not sell them our ghost creatures—"

At those words—

"Wait—"

Wei Long and Fang Cheng grew anxious. "We never said Brother Gui had to buy it! We'd pledge it to you as collateral. The breach in that thirty-thousand-mu Weird Farm isn't too large, and repairs are underway. Even damaged, it could easily sell for forty or fifty million Blood Coins."

"Heh—"

Bai Jingjing gave a cold laugh. "Someone