The Eve of the Auction
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
The man with the mustache didn't have much of an opinion about Qin Yu's suggestion.
He spread his hands and said, "Sure, as long as you can give me the sword. After all, I'm not the one who's going to rob people."
Qin Yu looked at the male corpses in front of him. After thinking for a while, he took out the coffin again.
Looking at the coffin made of bright red wood, the man with the mustache couldn't help but shiver.
"Why did you take this thing out? It's so scary," the man with the mustache muttered.
Qin Yu patted the coffin and said, "I'm afraid I'll have to trouble you to take care of this coffin for the next few days. Otherwise, I won't be able to fit it in my Spatial Magic Artifact."
The man with the mustache immediately jumped up, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.
He said in horror, "You want me to stay with this thing? And for a few days?"