C887 Su Hu Fell Asleep!

At the base of Cold Mountain, Chu Ping stood alongside the head of the Dragon Escort Agency, who was wiping sweat from his brow. Ever since Chu Ping had brought him here to count heads, thirty-eight fortune tellers had ventured into Cold Mountain. If they all came out, it would mean a fortune—thirty-eight thousand ounces of silver! Even if he sold the entire Dragon Escort Agency