Quick travel: The paranoid god is spoiled by the apex treasure again

Fu Qinghe, who was lying in the coffin, was dressed in pure white Chinese clothing embroidered with ink bamboo, and there was a bone fan beside him.

"The starting price is five million coins, and the transaction begins." The boss also looked specifically in the direction of Fu Qinghe, as if to tell him that the starting price was low enough.

Soon, rounds of price increases began. At first, the ghosts on the first floor were still bidding, but the prices were getting higher and higher. The ghost guests on the first floor gradually gave up for him, and there were still many on the second floor. The ghost in the world has been keeping the price tight, determined to buy this top-quality borrowed body.

When Fu Qinghe's bid reached 39 million, he finally bid: "85 million."

Lan Simiao walked out of the private room, stood by the railing and looked down. She also saw that he had decided to give it a try and that's why he added so much at once. He asked Xiaoke in his heart: "How much money does he have?"

[Host, the boss only has so much money...]

Eighty-five million was indeed the highest price for tonight's transaction so far, but it was obviously not enough for him to buy his own body.

Because, in the only private room with a door on the left side of the second floor, the guest inside said quietly again: "One hundred and fifty million coins."

All the ghosts in the building, both male and female, were in an uproar.

Fu Qinghe suddenly raised his head and looked in the direction of the elegant room. When he saw the closed elegant room, his god-like face was filled with anger and a trace of confusion. The man standing behind him The ghost servant looked impatient and was about to rush upstairs with his sword in hand.

"Ale, come back."

The ghost servant named A Le angrily put the sword back into its scabbard.

"Five hundred and eighty million coins."

All the ghosts looked in the direction of the sound in unison, but Lan Simiao only looked at Fu Qinghe, whose face was full of surprise, and smiled at him just like when he first met him.

What does she mean? Fu Qinghe didn't quite understand.

After being stunned for a moment, the male voice in the private room next door called out the price again: "Eight hundred million."

Lan Simiao didn't even blink. His eyes fell on the empty space on Fu Qinghe's chest and the shining transparent fragments on the body: "Two billion coins."

This time, even the boss almost fell off the stage.

"Miss, I give up." After a long time, the male voice in the private room finally spoke.

After a while, Lan Simiao was invited downstairs by the ghost subordinates in the building, and in front of all the ghosts, he completed the highest price transaction in the porcelain pavilion for thousands of years.

"Miss, may I ask where your home is? I'll send someone to deliver it to you right away." The boss personally handed her card back to her in a respectful manner.

Lan Simiao waved her hand: "No, I will use it now."

Under the boss's puzzled gaze, she walked straight to Fu Qinghe. Upon seeing this, A Le was about to pull out his sword to stop her, but he stopped her.

"Fu Qinghe, I give this borrowed body to you. I hope you like my meeting gift~" Lan Simiao's soft voice had a slight smile.

All the ghosts present looked in disbelief. This beautiful lady, who bought the borrowed body at a high price of 1.2 billion, actually gave it to him.

Why isn't this good thing about returning one's soul to one's own body?

She waved to her boss. After being reminded by his subordinates, the boss suddenly woke up from a dream. He came over hand and foot and asked Fu Qinghe, who was still stunned, to go over and return to the corpse.