"Old Sha, help me spread the word. Three days from now, the Black-Gold Ghost Mask will await the Grand Commandant and the Underworld Mansion at Jiayue Brothel in Sanhe Town."
Sha Lifeng stared with eyes rounded.
"Xiaojing, are you planning to cooperate with them to hunt for the treasure?"
Chen Jing nodded.
"This treasure has dragged on for too long. It is time to end it."
Sha Lifeng actually felt the same way.
He just wanted Chen Jing to unearth the treasure quickly and hand the antidote over to him, so they could all part ways amicably.
Sha Lifeng patted his chest.
"Leave it to me."
As a former thief, though he might not excel at fighting, sneaking around and spreading rumors were precisely his areas of expertise.
Chen Jing added:
"You will come with me when the time comes."
"So prepare a set of clothes and a mask for yourself."
Sha Lifeng was shocked, pointing at himself:
"Me? What am I going for?"
"That Zhang Tiantu and the Underworld Mansion might not obediently cooperate with you. They will definitely ambush you. Won't I just drag you down if I go?"
Chen Jing glanced sideways at Sha Lifeng.
"You run fast. What are you afraid of?"
Knowing Chen Jing's mind was made up, Sha Lifeng immediately pulled a long face.
"Those are Xiantian Experts! When I escaped from Wang Zhaoyi's hands last time, I almost lost half my life."
"Zhang Tiantu and the Blood River Ghost Envoy are far more terrifying than Wang Zhaoyi. I am truly afraid of dying in Jiayue Brothel."
Chen Jing scoffed:
"Jiayue Brothel is Sanhe Town's largest pleasure house. As the saying goes, to die beneath the peony flower, one remains a romantic ghost even in death. Dying in Jiayue Brothel would mean you died