Where the wall peeled off, a golden "Performance Ranking" was suspended in mid-air. The name at the end was nailed down by three scarlet crosses - Zhen Yuduo.
There is also a line of small words floating next to the cross: [The foundation loan is 27 days overdue, the interest on the spiritual stone has rolled to 1,372 yuan, and the physical mortgage agreement has been filed with the execution court of the Immortal World Court].
Zhen Duoduo was squatting in the corner of the cubicle, using a low-quality spirit-gathering talisman as a hand warmer, and while breathing heavily, he counted the evil-proofing cinnabar remaining between his fingernails.
He had just visited three cave houses with an outside deacon from the Zixiao Group. Before he left, he said, "Zhen Sales, your words are louder than thunder, but you just don't hit the right place." - He was really unable to sell the house if he was rough and unreasonable.
It's not that I can't say it, it's that no one believes it.
After all, who in the entire Xiandu doesn't know that the "haunted house counter" of Tiandao Real Estate is hanging on the back of his work badge?
"Zhen Duoduo!"
A loud bang shook the window lattice, and even the Qi-training intern next door who was meditating and adjusting his breathing choked out a breath of spiritual energy.
