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Lin Jingyang suddenly remembered that he had turned his coins into powder that morning and quickly looked over at Yan Kongyue.
“Wait a moment!” Yan Kongyue hurriedly grabbed her pearl handbag and began pulling things out. A white porcelain bottle, a gold bar, two silver ingots, three small wooden boxes, and a pair of sunglasses. Everyone stared in disbelief, their eyes fixed on the tiny handbag in Yan Kongyue's hand, all thinking the same question: how could such a small bag hold so many items?
“Ah, here it is!” Yan Kongyue pulled out a men's wallet, which contained a stack of bills and several cards. After emptying it out, she held the wallet up to her eyes and then turned it upside down to shake it empty.
There were really no coins left!
After a brief moment of shock, Lin Lang asked, “Any kind of coin will do?”
“Sure! As long as it's metal. How about I give you a silver ingot?” Yan Kongyue picked up the two silver ingots from the table, rubbed them in her hands, and handed one each to Lin Jingyang and Lin Lang.
“Let’s make do with this for now; it’s a bit large and not convenient to carry!”
Lin Lang took the silver ingot and looked at the inscription: “Sister, is this from the Song Dynasty?”
“Seems like it; I don’t remember!”
“Kid, this is real stuff!” Lin Jingyang's palms were sweaty.
“Uncle, do you like it? I have more! I’ll bring some back for you when we return; it’s not convenient here!” Yan Kongyue said as she stuffed everything back into her bag.
In an instant, Lin Lie felt that his coins were no longer appealing.
“Yan Kongyue, look at Lin Jingxuan; he doesn’t even care about saving face anymore.”
“Everyone has something! I’ll make you all a batch of permanent talismans later.”
Lin Lang swallowed hard. “Oh my gosh, what kind of divine sister is this?”
Yan Kongyue casually tossed her small bag onto the sofa.
“Yan Kongyue, don’t throw your bag around; there are too many people here,” Lin Lang reminded her, remembering that there was still a gold bar inside that little bag.
“It’s fine; no one can take this bag!”
“Oh! I’m even more interested in this sister now; what should I do?”
“Yan Kongyue, I really don’t know how to thank you!” Lin Jingyang patted Yan Kongyue on the shoulder. At this point, he was at a loss for words to express his feelings.
“Uncle, don’t be so polite; if you keep this up, we’ll be splitting things!”
“Alright!”
“Oh dear, there’s no camera on me; I wonder if I can perform well!” Lin Lang stretched lazily while waving the silver ingot in front of his older brother's eyes before getting off the bed to stretch his stiff limbs.
"What are you acting out?"
"Acting out the dead!"
"No, no, no, it's the near-dead!" Lin Lang emphasized again.
"You little rascal."
"Hey, I'm feeling weak. Dad, help me up!"
"You're already this old and still..."
"Shh, keep it down!"
"It's fine. I've set up a barrier in this room so that no one outside can hear us. Plus, without my permission, no one can come in."
"A barrier?!" Lin Lang looked at Yan Kongyue in surprise, then glanced at her father and Second Brother.
"Sister, who on earth are you? Did our ancestor accumulate some great virtue to bring you here? I heard you even saved our little brother's life."
"I can't claim to be divine, but when it comes to exorcising ghosts, I'm the best!"
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