The Emperor is kidnapped, and the useless daughter destroys the three realms

As he said that, Manager Wu turned around hastily and pointed his thumb at Ruan Xihe who had just hit someone at the herbal medicine stall. It would have been fine if he hadn't turned back, but when he did, he was shocked...

The ghost guard also looked in the direction that Manager Wu pointed.

The young man, who had such agile steps and strange movements just now, had now lay weakly on the chair.

At this moment, he looked pale and kept coughing, as if he was dying and his body would fall apart at the slightest wind.

"......" Manager Wu was stunned and didn't know what to say for a moment.

Ghost Guard Captain, full name is Ghost Market Guard Captain.

On weekdays, he would lead the Ghost Market guards and patrol the streets. If he found anyone fighting, they would be added to the Ghost Market blacklist and would never be able to enter the Ghost Market again.

But since they appeared on this street, Ruan Xihe noticed that she stopped in time, so they didn't see her hitting anyone.

Ruan Xihe covered her chest and coughed a few times before she stood up tremblingly. She slowly approached the Ghost Guard, bowed with both hands, and said, "Ahem... Meet the Ghost Guard... Ahem, this guy wanted to hit me just now, but he accidentally tripped himself, ahem... Now he wants to blame me."

"I feel dizzy because of his noise, and I feel a little dizzy..." She pointed at the man who was howling on the ground. He seemed to be about to faint, so she quickly held on to the wall beside her.

Manager Wu was stunned by her behavior. After coming to his senses, he quickly said, "Ghost Guard! He's talking nonsense! He's just pretending! He was the one who beat him up!"

Upon hearing this, Ruan Xihe coughed even harder and his waist bent even more.

The head ghost guard glanced at the weak boy, and when he looked at Manager Wu, his tone was obviously more impatient, "He has no spiritual power, how can he beat a person with spiritual cultivation?"

"This..." Manager Wu was speechless for a moment. Anyone who said that an ordinary person could knock down a monk with one blow was just a fantasy!

Then his eyes turned and he spoke hurriedly, "Ghost Guard, even if he didn't beat anyone, he still sold fake medicine! Selling fake medicine openly shows that he doesn't take you seriously!"

Ruan Xihe supported himself, his face suddenly turned pale when he heard this, and he stammered: "Ahem... I... I didn't sell fake medicine. How did I offend Manager Wu that made you target me like this..."

Manager Wu understood what was going on. This kid had been acting tough just now, but now he was scared when he saw the ghost guard. It turned out that the medicine this kid was selling was fake!

So he smiled confidently: "Boy, do you dare to swear that if you sell fake medicine, you will pay a fine of 10,000 spirit stones, and then get out of the ghost market and never come back!"

"If what you sell is real medicine, then I will compensate you a hundred times the price of the herbal medicine, how about that?"

Ruan Xihe lowered his eyes and said weakly: "This...is not good."

Manager Wu saw the young man's timid look and said happily, "What's wrong with that! Unless... you're selling fake medicine!"

Ruan Xihe shuddered, swallowed and said, "No..."

"Okay! Then we'll find someone to check it out! Captain Ghost is here too, so he can serve as a witness. Then you won't be able to deny it even if you want to!" Manager Wu spoke quickly.

Upon seeing this, the ghost guard turned around and gave some instructions to his subordinates. Not long after, his subordinates came over with a white-haired old man with a smile on his face.

"What do you want from me?" the old man looked at the ghost guard.

Although the old man looked gentle, the people around him were as if they were facing a great enemy and did not dare to breathe. Even the ghost guard was reporting the situation cautiously.

It’s not for anything else, it’s because the old man is Mr. Xu, a fourth-grade alchemist in Ghost Market, and the person with the highest alchemy level in Zishang Country!

"Oh?" After listening to the report from Guard Ghost, the old man stared at the young man in white in front of him with interest, and then looked at Manager Wu who was respectful beside him.

"Bring it to me and see."

As soon as the old man finished speaking, Manager Wu grabbed the cloth covered with herbs on the ground and tried to bring it to the old man, but Ruan Xihe grabbed the other side.

She rolled her eyes slightly and said timidly, "Manager Wu, let's forget it."

Manager Wu taunted, "You want to beg for mercy now, pretty boy? It's too late! Just wait to be kicked out of the black market!"

As he spoke, he exerted force with his hands, pulled out the cloth, and quickly brought it to the white-haired old man for him to inspect.

The old man picked up a blade of grass and frowned slightly, then he picked up a flower and frowned even deeper.

"This...this..." From beginning to end, the old man's eyebrows never relaxed.

Manager Wu raised his eyebrows proudly at Ruan Xihe and said excitedly: "What do you think, Mr. Xu? His medicine must be fake!"

Before the old man could say anything, Manager Wu quickly said to Guard Ghost, "Guild Guard, you don't have to reward me specially. Just give me a share of the fine paid by this pretty boy."

"After all, it is everyone's responsibility to eradicate the evil villains in the Ghost Market. I just symbolically ask for a thousand spirit stones..."

"Shut up!" the old man shouted angrily, interrupting Manager Wu, "You think you can call him a pretty boy? This is our young master!"

Then the old man changed his expression and walked towards Ruan Xihe with a smile, "Young Master, can you tell me how you grow these? I have a blood spirit grass that has not grown for ten years. It..."

Ruan Xihe pursed his lips, stopped pretending, stood up straight and said slowly: "Senior, please wait a moment, I have something private to attend to..."

She walked closer to Manager Wu and stretched out her fingers to count carefully, "I have a total of 48 herbs, each worth 50 spirit stones. If I pay a hundred times, that would be 240,000 low-grade spirit stones."

"You destroyed one of my plants before. If you calculate it according to the Ghost Market's tenfold compensation for every one destroyed, plus the spirit stones I got before, the total is 290,000 low-grade spirit stones."

"Manager Wu, do you think we should pay now? Or..."

After being interrupted by Mr. Xu, Manager Wu was stunned. It was not until now that Ruan Xihe asked him for money that he realized it belatedly and reacted...

But where did he get so much money?

But if he doesn’t hand it over... he might not be able to leave the Ghost Market today!

So he gritted his teeth and took out a purple card from his pocket, "There are 190,000 low-grade spirit stones in it, and this is all I have."

Ruan Xihe saw that he didn't seem to be lying, and was just wondering how to get back the remaining 100,000 spirit stones when the ghost guard spoke.

"Young Master, we can pay the remaining 100,000 spirit stones on his behalf and have him do hard labor for us for 50 years."

"So good."

Ruan Xihe nodded, then walked up to the man who was still howling and kicked him.

"You were too loud and disturbed me. You have to pay for my medical expenses and mental damages."

The man's eyes widened when he heard such ridiculous words, but when he saw the eager looks the old man and the ghost guard gave the pretty boy, he suddenly felt as aggrieved as if he had eaten shit.

He could only angrily pull out a storage ring from his pocket and take out 20,000 spirit stones from it...

Ruan Xihe took the money and happily followed the old man.

Everyone sighed. Manager Wu was reduced to a errand boy in the ghost market. The dark-faced man was not only thrown out of the ghost market 800 meters away, but also added to the ghost market blacklist...

They saw that the young man in white gave all the herbs to the alchemist Xu Lao, and missed out on the cheap herbs. Those who had mocked him and watched suddenly felt regretful.

They were so angry that they beat their chests and stamped their feet, blaming each other, and many of them kept saying, "If I could do it again..."