Ou Jin looked at the corpses lying around them and could not help sighing. "Now the God-Burying Hall's forces in Qinyang City have been torn out by the roots. This is going to be troublesome."
"Troublesome? Perhaps. The God-Burying Hall might uncover some traces, but we can deal with the future when it comes. Everyone here is dead, after all. Let them investigate." Huang Xiao smiled faintly.
As he spoke, Huang Xiao took a five-thousand-tael banknote from his robes and handed it to Ou Jin. "Dead men's money!"
Ou Jin laughed heartily and accepted it without refusing. "Actually, an old man like me really doesn't care about a mere five thousand taels. But I brought no money this time so I could sneak into the Lone Mountain Gang's black iron mine. I really haven't got a copper on me."
Huang Xiao nodded, then took out a hundred-tael gold note and asked, "What's the exchange rate for this in silver notes?"
"Boy, I really can't figure you out. Is your school cut off from the world? You truly don't know a thing. A hundred taels of gold is worth ten thousand taels of silver," Ou Jin said. "Oh, that Altar Master who just died probably had quite a bit of money on him too. But these five thousand taels are enough for me. Well, boy, this really is farewell." Ou Jin prepared to leave.
"Wait." Seeing that Ou Jin was about to leave, Huang Xiao hurriedly called out.
"Anything else?"
"I wanted to ask about the cultivation methods of the Demon Hall's three great halls. You mentioned the three halls before, but you never told me about their cultivation methods," Huang Xiao asked.
"Oh?" Ou Jin nodded. "Actually, all this is common knowledge in the Jianghu, not any kind of secret.