Yi Feng was left in a complete mess by the wind.
What the hell was this supposed to mean?
The four old men, Wu Yonghong included, claimed they had business to attend to and hurried off, dumping a huge pile of junk in front of his counter!
They said part of it was what he had instructed earlier, while the rest was payment for the rake from last time?
But if you were paying for the rake, then pay with money! What was the point of giving him this whole pile of broken crap?
Yi Feng was truly speechless.
This junk was simply too horrible to look at.
There was a pair of boots that looked much like rain boots; a battered old umbrella covered in all sorts of incomprehensible patterns that looked like ghosts scribbling nonsense; and several other useless things he could not even identify...
Forget it, forget it!
Old Man Wu probably truly could not afford the rake money. Feeling guilty about it, he had used the junk from his home to settle the debt.
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Come to think of it, the rain boots and umbrella were somewhat useful to him. On a rainy day, he could put on the boots, carry that broken umbrella, and head out to buy himself some liquor. Not bad at all!
"Awwooo!"
At that moment, the dog let out a series of howls.
Yi Feng glanced at it and ignored it.
Yet Ao Qing continued howling. It was the instinct of a demon beast, especially when it encountered something terrifying.
At that moment, his gaze was fixed on a small door behind Yi Feng.
He had been here for so long, but he had never paid