Twenty thousand Ghost Coins was almost enough to buy a Netherworld Tier item.
To the Hair-Eating Ghost, Lin Luo was simply demanding an outrageous sum.
"I don't have that much. I can give you 5,000 Ghost Coins at most!"
The Hair-Eating Ghost rasped, forcibly suppressing its violent killing intent.
But Lin Luo showed no intention of backing down. He said calmly, "I won't make things difficult for you. You can use items of equivalent value in place of Ghost Coins, but I won't accept a single coin less than 20,000."
His words sent the Hair-Eating Ghost into a rage. Just as it was about to lose all reason, the Wedding-Dress Female Ghost's words left it walking on thin ice.
"Lin Luo cured my illness. If you really intend to cause trouble, I'll deal with you for him."
No matter how unwilling the Hair-Eating Ghost was, it had to compromise after hearing that.
If a fight broke out, the Hair-Eating Ghost would only meet an even more miserable end.
At that thought, the Hair-Eating Ghost took out a comb soaked in scarlet blood, utterly dejected.
The comb was wreathed in terrifying baleful energy and could not be underestimated.
"This is a Soul-Burying Tier Ghost Artifact called the Curse Comb. I bought it for 15,000 Ghost Coins. It can increase Ghost Power by 200 points..."
Before the Hair-Eating Ghost could finish, however, Lin Luo interrupted it.
"It's just a secondhand item. I'll let you have a little advantage and count it as 8,000 Ghost Coins."
The Hair-Eating Ghost nearly coughed up blood in anger. It infused the Curse Comb with fresh blood every day, making it worth far more than a brand-new one.
But things had come to this, and the Hair-Eating Ghost knew it could not bargain with Lin Luo. Swallowing