"Shopkeeper, all the paper money my family burned has been used up! Can I find a job here?" Cang Hai stood outside Tong Qingsui's inn, his clothes were flying, and he asked directly.
Tong Qingsui stopped dialing the demon bone abacus, looked up and looked at the sea of immortal Qi Dao bones, with an expression as if she had just gone to reincarnation to find someone, and said to herself: "It is also very honorable to ask someone from the immortal world to be the waiter for my shopkeeper!"
Soon all the wandering ghosts, demons, gods and Buddhas in the time and space knew that the eleventh son of the Immortal Emperor had been pawned by an inconspicuous little shopkeeper.