"Oh, you don't know." The old man sighed and looked very tired, with some deep despair.
Of course, Xu Fang didn't know that she had just experienced a life and death ordeal and almost couldn't come back. The tragic death of senior brother Ming and the serious injury of senior brother Gao were almost half abandoned, which were a great blow to her.
If it hadn't been for the accidental rescue of Chen Xiao, all three of them would have died completely.
As long as she thought of such an outcome, she felt boundless fear, followed by it, as if a large terrible shadow was swallowing her.
As long as people are afraid of death, this is too normal.
At this time, she had to forcibly suppress her inner sadness, cheer up, look at the old man and say with concern: "master, what happened?"
The old man patted Xu Fang on the shoulder and sighed, "it's useless to be a teacher. I have to ask you to go out hunting to make money and use the money you earn to maintain this fragmented mystery door. It's ironic. Amin died because of me. I killed Amin."
Hearing this, Xu Fang's face sank. She finally realized that something was wrong. It seemed to be more serious than she thought.
Because in her memory, she had never seen her master so depressed and depressed. The tone and look of her speech were clearly like giving up hope completely.
"Master, you..."
"Alas, this little spirit island is going to be lost." As he spoke, the old man looked up into the air. Although he was blocked by the hall, his eyes were very far-reaching.
"What, Xiaoling island can't be saved?" Xu Fang's eyes were distracted and her face was shocked.
"How can this happen? Haven't the taxes been collected enough this time? How can they be insufficient?" Xu Fang grabbed the old man's hand and asked.
As a small sect, if you want to occupy such a small Spirit Island, even if it is very small and very common in the sea area of Baishi City, it is not free.
It is reasonable to pay a large amount of occupation tax every year. If you want to occupy Xiaoling island and open a sect to recruit disciples, you need to pay more occupation tax.
After all, they are within the sphere of influence of Baishi city. Since they occupy Xiaoling Island, they should pay taxes. In a sense, people can live safely on this Xiaoling Island, which is also blessed by Baishi city.
According to the regulations, the closer to the spirit island of Baishi City, the higher the occupation tax. If you want to take root in Baishi City, the money you need is astronomical.
Such a small and shabby sect like them can't afford it at all.
The tax should be paid, and the amount is barely affordable.
If Xu Fang's memory is correct, before the three of their martial brothers and sisters went out, the tax was actually ready, but now from the look of the old man, it seems that something has changed.
Thinking of this, Xu Fang was also a little anxious.
The old man took a deep breath, took out a paper envelope, handed it to Xu Fang and said, "look for yourself. This is the ultimatum given to us by the Dou family."
"Ultimatum?"
Xu Fang opened the envelope, opened it, and immediately became angry. "What? The price has increased, and it has doubled. It's too much to deceive people. Is there any natural reason? Does Baishi City care?"
"Tube? Who will? That's the Dou family, one of the four families in Baishi city." At this point, the old man's face became gray.
Xu Fang's face was pale, desperate, and even godless, showing incomparable despair.
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