Uncle Master's Spiritual Treasure Is Not Serious

Gu Fengchen collapsed on the cold stone floor, feeling like a complete fool. The broken bronze mirror had just been auctioned for a whopping 70 million, and before the money was even warmed up, it changed places as soon as everything went dark. Surrounded by leaky stone walls, the air was mixed with a musty and earthy smell, which was ten thousand Pacific Oceans away from the presidential suite he had spent five years' salary to book. "Eight lifetimes of bloody bad luck..." He couldn't help but curse in a low voice, his stomach feeling empty. This was not a dream, the memories of the original owner came flooding back, making him want to die. Kill? There are only four living people left in Cangmu Cliff? I owe a blood debt of eight hundred spirit stones, and if I don't get it done within ten days, I will have to pay with my life? What a fucking start! There were soft footsteps outside, and the door curtain was carefully opened. Qin Moheng's angular face full of exhaustion came in, followed by two half-year-old children - Lin Ye with surprisingly bright eyes and Chu Ling'er with her head shrunk. Gu Fengchen's heart skipped a beat. The creditor came to his door. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.