Chapter 1838

Meng Guangbai also felt curious about this.

Gong Sun Huohuo asked in confusion: "Exactly! Master, you already saw through this girl's scheme—why did you hand over the three-hundred-year soul bone to the Linglong Pavilion?!"

"Isn't this a huge loss?"

"It's still a three-hundred-year soul bone!"

Zhang Bufan slapped his own head—he just remembered this detail.

He had thought Long Feixue was truly innocent, which was why Luo Fu was willing to offer the three-hundred-year soul bone as collateral to help him through this crisis.

But he never expected that Long Feixue had actually done something disgraceful.

And even more unexpectedly, Luo Fu had known about Long Feixue's plan all along.

Yet he still chose to help this girl!

"Why? Brother Luo, why give up a three-hundred-year soul bone so easily? This girl lied—she deserves a good beating from the Linglong Pavilion!"

"Those black-clad men haven't gone far—I'll chase them down right now!"

Zhang Bufan felt like his vision was going black—this soul bone was worth at least 100,000 gold pieces, and the Linglong Pavilion's black-clad men could certainly take it back to fulfill their duty.

But if Long Feixue doesn't return with the Crimson Black Snake to auction it off, then this soul bone is permanently handed over to the Linglong Pavilion.

As Gong Sun Huohuo said, they've suffered a huge loss!

Meng Guangbai immediately stood up and moved to rush out of the tea stall.

But Luo Fu said: "Don't rush!"

"The price of this Crimson Black Snake far exceeds that nearly three-hundred-year soul bone. Don't worry—this deal is still very worthwhile!"

Luo Fu remained calm, even pouring himself a cup of tea.

But Zhang Bufan still couldn't understand Luo Fu—he had no idea what Luo Fu was thinking right now.

"How can you not be in a rush? That's a three-hundred-year soul bone, and the soul bone of the Purple-Faced Rock Monkey carries a malevolent aura—it's even rarer!"

"The Crimson Black Snake may be valuable, but it's an unclaimed juvenile!"

"This Crimson Black Snake has already been claimed—it's worthless!" Zhang Bufan said.

While they argued, Long Feixue quietly stepped back one pace—he had to flee now, or things would get very troublesome later.

Yet just as she was about to leave the tea stall, a sharp sword flashed with icy light, blocking her path.

She looked up and met Gong Sun Huohuo's angry gaze.

"Sister, please let me go—I admit I lied to you, but I didn't mean to, I really needed that money urgently."

"I need this money to save someone!"

"Please, just let me go!" Long Feixue said.

Watching the girl start playing the victim again, Gong Sun Huohuo sighed—he truly didn't know what to say; Long Feixue's skill at feigning helplessness was unmatched.

"Stop pretending!"

"You shouldn't have lied to us from the start!"

"We truly believed you were innocent, so we offered such a precious soul bone as collateral to the Linglong Pavilion—and now you've left us unable to fulfill our promise!" Gong Sun Huohuo said.

Just moments ago, they had solemnly assured the Linglong Pavilion's black-clad men that they would vouch for Long Feixue.

Gong Sun Huohuo and Zhang Bufan had genuinely believed Long Feixue was innocent.

In the end, they'd been completely fooled—and made fools of themselves—leaving them both furious and humiliated.