Chapter 26: Capturing the Ghostly Boy

on. Just now, I saw the look in their eyes, they wanted to tear apart my master and destroy Yunjiang Pavilion."Qing Xuan said leisurely, "If Nan Gong Hua truly wanted to destroy Yun Jiang Pavilion, he...The auctioneer said, "This white ghost starts at 200 taels."

Although the white ghost is considered an omen of misfortune, some people in the audience were not afraid of its curse and wanted to buy it back to torment it.

"Two hundred and ten taels!"

"Two hundred and twenty catties!"

After calling out prices for a long time, the price still hadn't broken three hundred taels.

At this time, the white ghost curled up in the cage, he carefully raised his head and looked around, his white-haired young eyes were full of fear.

The one making the most aggressive bids right now is someone who wants to buy back the boy to use as a male pet.

At this moment, the lecherous man called out a price of three hundred taels and let out a disgusting laugh: “This white ghost is still a medicine person. Even if he's tossed around, he won’t die like other young male servants in a couple of days. He can be tossed around all night without any problem!”

Qingxuan's brows furrowed when she heard this.

At this time, Song Tingfeng had already seen through her thoughts.

Song Tingfeng: "Do you want to buy this white ghost"

Song Tingfeng had now decided that she wanted to buy the Bai Gui, however, his tone held a hint of surprise.

These people knew that the white ghost was considered ominous, but they still wanted to send it back. That's because after sending it back, they would torture the boy to death in the shortest possible time.

Perhaps the young man is not living long enough on his own, so these bidders are now the executioners who will bring about his demise.

But if the Xuanlang were to buy this white ghost, from the look of compassion in her eyes, she probably didn't intend for the young white ghost to die.

As soon as Song Tingfeng finished speaking, Qingxuan chimed in, "Five hundred taels."

As soon as Qingxuan's price was announced, the audience erupted in astonishment once again.

No one expected anyone to be willing to buy a white ghost for five hundred taels.

Just now he said that the lecherous man playing with the young boy's white ghost was being outbid. At this point, his face was lost, although knowing that buying a white ghost for five hundred taels was not worth it, he still followed suit and bid.

"Five hundred and ten taels!"

Qingxuan just bought a Blood Lingzhi for 1,700 taels. Now she wants to buy this White Ghost boy, and it seems like she has plenty of money left over.

Qingxuan continued to raise the price: "800 taels."

The crowd held their breath.

Someone started shouting, "Is this person crazy! Spending eight hundred taels to buy a single white ghost! Even for something as ominous as a white ghost, five hundred taels would be highway robbery!"

At this time, the boy huddled in the iron cage couldn't help but raise his head and look towards Qingxuan's direction. Although there was surprise in the boy's eyes, there was more despair.

Compared to what he thought, she bought him back, his fate was still going to end in death.

The man immediately gave up after hearing the price of eight hundred ounces.

A sleazy man said, “Spending 800 taels to buy a white ghost back I think you’re crazy!”

The auctioneer began the countdown: "Eight hundred taels once, eight hundred taels twice..."

Just as the auctioneer was counting down, Song Tingfeng couldn't help but ask, "Why did Xuan Langzhong buy this white ghost"

Qing Xuan turned her head to look at Song Tingfeng, her gaze firm and sharp, with a kind of heroic and dashing beauty.

Qingxuan: "Who said he was the White Ghost From now on, his name is Yunsheng. Just like a child of the clouds, pure and flawless."

Qingxuan's words caused Song Tingfeng to fall into a daze once again.

This was already the umpteenth time, the woman before him brought him astonishment.

He had never heard of anyone comparing the White Ghost to a holy being, a son of the clouds.

What kind of background did such a remarkable woman have Song Tingfeng couldn't help but be curious.

Jian Song listened to the wind staring at himself, Qingxuan let out a light cough.

Song Tingfeng then retracted his gaze and tentatively asked, "Master Xuan, why would you involve yourself with someone you shouldn't Are you sure buying this white... Yunsheng back will protect you"

Qing Xuan’s eyes showed no sign of dodging. Knowing Song Tingfeng was growing more curious about her identity, she calmly said: “With my medical skills, I can save those who can be saved and cannot save those who cannot. Some people are jealous of my skills and want to ruin me. Although I don't know if this Bai Gui will be able to protect me in the future, I am a person with evil spirits. Doing good deeds and saving lives in this way is also considered accumulating merit for myself. on the dragon throne could not possibly be the master of the Cloud-Piercing Pavilion. 。Otherwise, you won't take the initiative to let me expose your identity. 。As soon as she finished speaking, Nang...