"Four gold bricks..." Jiang Chen counted on his fingers and said in surprise, "So she's an older single woman in her thirties, with a little girl's body and a young wife's heart?"
His voice wasn't loud, but Chu Hanyue, who had just entered the elevator, happened to hear him.
Not a flicker crossed her icy face.
A notification rang out, however.
"Ghost qi +35,000."
"Heh, you've got some nerve." Uncle Wei wore a half-smile.
"Nothing ventured, nothing gained." Jiang Chen wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. Facing a Great Grandmaster, he would have been lying if he said he felt no pressure. But he glanced at this round's haul-a full hundred thousand.
No amount of pressure or risk seemed like much anymore.
After all, he had put in so much effort last night and fought through such danger, only to earn twenty thousand.
In fact, after seeing the second influx of over ten thousand ghost qi, he had silently changed Sorry, ma'am to Sorry about this, ma'am in his heart.
"Can Netherworld Messengers and Unusual Persons keep their youthful looks forever once they reach a certain level of strength?" Jiang Chen asked again.
Uncle Wei shook his head. "Of course not. Haven't you met Old Sun and Dao Xuan? This girl's situation is actually very unusual. She came down with a strange illness when she was sixteen."
"Some say it's a type of half-spirit body that only awakened once she was old enough. Others say she got incredibly lucky and stayed at the most beautiful age of her life."
"But as far as this old man is concerned..."
"These things that ordinary people like you see as blessings could just as easily be a curse!"
"It's just that, apart from those who experience it themselves, even the people closest