Of course, he doesn't want to die. No one would want to die without a reason.
It was only natural for him to want to live. Obviously, he wanted to continue living a free and easy life.
What a shame...
"However, this misfortune can be avoided."
Just then, Yi Xuachen spoke.
In an instant, the people around were filled with contempt.
This was really happening.
After saying it could be avoided, he would ask for money to help.
Seeing the chopsticks on the table that were joined at the tail and head, Yi Xuanchen said: "There is no doubt that your Excellency has reached the end of his days. But there's still hope."
Ling Ye's gaze suddenly calmed once these words were spoken.
His gaze was calmly fixed on Yi Xuanchen.
Earlier, he still looked like a drunk, but at this moment, his eyes were much calmer and more sober than anyone else's.
"There's still hope?" Ling Ye asked right away.
"Hehe, lend me another 100,000... no, lend me another 200,000 taels of silver. I'll count the big one."
Once again, Yi Xuanchen chuckled.
As soon as the surrounding people heard this, they cursed again.
Damn, this faker was squeezing the sheep too hard.
He asked for another 200,000 taels of silver totaling 300,000 taels of silver.
A lifetime would not be enough to make this money.
While they very much wanted to advise Ling Ye, he did not seem to be interested in their advice.
Then so be it.
Maybe a few 100,000 taels of silver were nothing to him?
"Alright."
Ling Ye agreed without hesitation, as expected.
"Excellent. Please."
Once again, Yi Xuanchen extended his hand.
He did not give Ling Ye chopsticks this time.
Instead, he let Ling Ye do it himself.
It's because he said he'd count a big one.
The biggest it could be.
After looking at Yi Xuanchen, Ling Ye suddenly slammed his palm against the table.
Boom!
Suddenly, the chopsticks on the table rose into the air.
They were then suspended in midair.
They seemed to be held in midair by an invisible force.
The chopsticks on this table, as well as the chopsticks on the other tables around them, were all suspended in midair.
Swoosh. Swoosh.
Like small flying swords, the chopsticks on the other tables of the entire inn flew densely towards Ling Ye.