Instead, he slapped Zuo Xiaoduo on the shoulder with an excited expression: "As long as you know that you have made a lot of money this time!"

"Make a lot of money?"

Zuo Xiaoduo was confused: "Just such a ring?"

"What do you know? What you don't understand? What you don't understand!"

Zuo Changlu couldn't help but sigh.

I don’t know if I should say that stupid people are blessed.

Anyway, he never expected that Blind Hong would actually leave this ring to Zuo Xiaoduo!

No wonder, Blind Man Hong emphasized two sentences before his death: Benming, Benming...

Zuo Xiaoduo was thinking about opening the ring to see what was inside so that he could make a lot of money, but he found that he couldn't open this inconspicuous ring at all: "Dad, this ring can't be opened either."

"You haven't even condensed your spiritual thoughts, and you want to open this ring? What are you dreaming about?"

Zuo Changlu said: "This is a spiritual ring. You won't be able to open it for a while!"

"oh oh."

Zuo Xiaoduo seemed to understand.

At this time, the door curtain was lifted.

Wu Tiejiang walked in and saw Blind Man Hong's body covered with white cloth at a glance. His burly body shook like chaff: "Brother Zuo... this... this is not Hong..."

"It's him."

Zuo Changlu sighed sadly: "He's gone."

When he first heard the bad news, Wu Tiejiang felt like the world was spinning. Stars were flashing in his eyes. He gasped for air and finally couldn't help but cursed: "Why did this old boy die so early!"

Zuo Changlu's eyes were stern as ever, and he stared at Blacksmith Wu.

Wu Tiejiang sat down with confusion on his face: "It seemed like he was still fine before, let alone... we are still..."

"How do you say you're going to die? Are you still dying here?"
Chapter completed!