"Them?" Zhu Yu sensitively caught the key in the young employee's words, "Who are they?"
The young employee grinned: "This kind of thing, nobles feel superstitious just hearing about it, very unlucky, but people like us, living such dull lives, aren't we just hoping for some topics to entertain ourselves..."
Zhu Yu laughed as he said this: "Isn't it just luck! I'm a person with no taboos, just afraid of boredom!
So you say the Ghost Immortal Temple brings wealth, some people died, some got rich suddenly, are those getting rich from Qingshui County?"
"I wouldn't know, it's all hearsay, I don't know who exactly, only that people not only turned out fine, but also got a lot of silver taels out of nowhere!" The young employee seemed to have little sympathy for the shopkeeper who died tragically, speaking in a carefree tone, "Otherwise, how could I say the old shopkeeper wasn't blessed!
