Upon hearing Yan Xianghui's words, Zong Zijin looked at Shen Qiang, whose face was filled with shock and excitement, and sighed helplessly, "Forget it, he's already tricked us seventy-eight times in a row, so now it seems like we're not falling for it anymore, and he's deliberately putting on a show to entice us into another trap."
"We've already lost a lot, every time he scams one of our stores, it's one with a wide variety, we've lost at least a million, so I'm not coming again, no matter how he cons me, I won't fall for it anymore."
Yan Xianghui also sighed helplessly upon hearing this.
At this moment, in that shop, Shen Qiang carefully held up the Soul Summoning Grass, his expression incredibly complex.
In fact, at the beginning, Shen Qiang hadn't considered how to perfectly resurrect Qingxuan.
After all, from a man's perspective, Shen Qiang never wanted to rely on a woman's strength to protect himself.
