After Zong Jiu took out a large amount of hell notes, the air seemed to be silent for a few seconds.
The white-haired young man had no idea what kind of shocking action he had done. Instead, he asked casually, "Is this enough?"
The reaper stared blankly and stammered, "This … Bribery in the underworld, if you're caught, it'll be very serious."
Although he said that, he could not help but look at the thick stack of hell notes.
The coins of the underworld were all in circulation. The most convenient way to obtain them was the kind that was burned by the descendants during the Mid-Autumn Festival every year.
Unfortunately, the denominations of hell notes produced in the human world were very large. Every time they were burned, gold and silver ingots were stacked up. In order to prevent inflation in the underworld, the underworld had a rule since ancient times. All hell notes burned in the human world had to be discounted before they could reach the hands of the ghosts.
However, there was a famine in this year. The living could not even take care of themselves, so how could they be in the mood to burn paper money for the dead?
Therefore, money in the underworld was very precious these few years. Some ghosts who did not line up to be reincarnated could not take it anymore. They would go up to their relatives in dreams and ask them to remember to burn some paper money.
The stack of money in front of the reaper now would probably have to be burned eight to ten times in the human world before it reached the hands of a ghost.
The reaper gulped. His white bone Adam's apple moved very vividly.
To be able to get to this position, he did not know how many generations of descendants he had in the human world. Who would remember to burn paper money for him? He could only live on the official's salary.
Zong Jiu knew that he had a chance. His expression did not change, but he took out another stack of hell notes from the black box and added one by one.
The reaper was speechless.
It was not that his will was not strong enough, but that the other party was giving too much!
The reaper looked left and right, then slapped his thigh. "Ah, ancestor! Let's talk about something else. You should keep the money first. It'll be bad if you get caught. "
Zong Jiu heard this and quickly put the money away obediently. He made a sign in his heart.
Success!
Who would have thought that the useless A-grade props in the eyes of all the trainees would be able to produce unexpected results every time? This wave was really worth it.
The Ghost Messenger said, "Let's leave this matter as it is for the time being. I will turn a blind eye to it. In any case, if the higher-ups were to investigate, this amount of money would be enough … That's right, are you going back to settle the score with that Granny Yin?"
The white-haired youth turned back. "What else?"
"Don't be anxious. You're a living soul. If you go out of the city gate like this, you definitely won't be able to get anything good out of it. What's more, that Granny Yin is immersed in this path and is very formidable."
After the ghost envoy received the money, he naturally continued to put himself in his shoes. "How about this? In any case, if that Granny Yin's lifespan comes to an end, she'll have to suffer in the underworld. If you're willing to pay a bit more, I can also send a few helpers to go with you."
Zong Jiu was overjoyed. He did not expect that he would be able to enjoy such luxurious service by spending money to bribe others. Naturally, he gladly agreed.
His ability to give out cash was really useful. In any case, the Ghost Messenger had already broken the jar. Since he had already done it, he might as well earn more.
In the end, when Zong Jiu walked out of the government office, he was already leading three or four ghost servants. The other ghosts were drooling at the sight of him but did not dare to approach him.
He led the group of ghosts and ran out of the city in a grandiose manner. From afar, he could see a stooped figure carrying a lantern at the end of the road.
Granny Yin's NPC was set to be an elderly person, so her walking speed was not fast. Thanks to the conspicuous Netherworld Lantern, the other ghosts did not dare to approach and only dared to look from afar. Looking across the plains, it was clear at a glance where Granny Yin was.
Zong Jiu led the ghost servants and swaggered into the crowd of ghosts that were watching from the side.
The densely packed ghosts perfectly hid Zong Jiu's white hair. With so many ghosts floating in front of him, he was not afraid at all.
Zong Jiu called for the ghost servants behind him to follow him. Looking at the flickering light in front of him, he suddenly thought of a plan.
"How about this, you guys do this first, then …"
The ghost servants received the information from the ghost servants and knew that this immortal-like white-haired youth in front of them was a big customer that the Underworld had not seen for many years. Naturally, they did not dare to be negligent and repeatedly said yes.
"Alright, then let's do as I say."
Zong Jiu clapped his hands and looked at the ghost servants who obeyed his orders and left, revealing a cold smile.
Sorry, he was also a person who would seek revenge for the smallest grievance, a person who would return an eye for an eye.
When will revenge end?
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No.1 was currently in a good mood.
When he saw the white-haired youth's figure disappear into the back hall of the Ghost City's government office, he used puppet threads to control Granny Yin's body and left with the Netherworld Lantern.
After entering the Underworld, if one did not have the Netherworld Lantern's guidance, it would be as difficult as ascending to the heavens to come back up. Not to mention that this NPC, Granny Yin, personally sold him to the Underworld.
Once the dungeon's time was over, or after completing the main mission with a normal card, the mole who did not complete the mission and could not return to the world of the living would naturally be killed by the main system.
Granny Yin was set to be the mastermind behind the entire Desolate Village dungeon.
There was not a single innocent NPC in the entire dungeon. Everyone was the culprit, and everyone was lying.
The old village chief was lying, Wang Shou was lying, the woman was lying, and Granny Yin was also lying. If one had to find someone who was not lying, then it would only be the village chief's little boy who did not know the ways of the world.
If the trainees wanted to find a way out, they could only ask them one by one, and then logically deduce from each person's words to find clues.
To be honest, this was a bit difficult, because it was very difficult to guarantee that no one would be affected by any words or have a preconceived notion.
Originally, he wanted to play with him for a while.
The demon thought absentmindedly.
After all … it was really hard for him to come across such a fun and interesting toy.
The demon had never believed in Guiguzi's so-called prophecy.
Now that he looked at it, there was indeed something remarkable about it.
After all, after making a deal with the main system, his puppet threads could no longer be touched by any physical means, unless he relied on some kind of extremely special item. Currently, none of the trainees had the existence of such an item. Touching it empty-handed was really unheard of. It was indeed similar to the prophecy's "destined enemy" and "ability restraint".
But …
He remembered the prophecy's "destined enemy" and "the only existence that can restrain the demon."
In the dark space, No. 1 casually fiddled with the thread on the other end of his hand, revealing a rather bored expression.
Unfortunately, it was still too weak.
It was so weak that it made people unable to feel any desire.
Thinking this, the demon let the puppet threads control themselves and got up from the high-back chair.
He was a mentor who was acting as an NPC, so he did not need to enter the dungeon like the other trainees. In addition, the puppet threads could freely pass through dimensions, so his real body was actually still in the trainees' dormitory and had not gone anywhere.
No. 1's dormitory was on the top floor of the trainees' dormitory. Not only was it a duplex structure, but it also took up a large area. It even had a sky garden that was isolated by 360-degree glass on the top floor.
Standing in the sky garden and looking down, one could see that the trainees' dormitory was built on an isolated island. The space beyond was the vast ocean, and below were cliffs and precipices. The scenery was beautiful.
The rooms of A-level and above trainees could be decorated according to the trainees' wishes. The S-level trainees' dormitory had a surf pool that was as big as a flat floor. In short, in terms of material things, the main system had always been generous and not stingy.
The man casually unbuttoned the jacket of his black suit, revealing a neat white shirt underneath.
He hummed a strange tune and walked to the wine cabinet with swaying steps of the tango.
The lights in the room were not turned on, but it did not affect the people in the room at all.
The bottle cap was pulled out, and the deep red wine flowed into the decanter. The air was filled with the rich fragrance of wine.
The demon played with the glass in his hand and was about to look at the other puppet that was under his deep control when he realized that something had happened in the Famine Mountain Village dungeon.
Granny Yin was suddenly stopped by a few ghost servants in the gray underworld.
The ghost servants had stiff faces and were expressionless. "Just now, after you sent the living soul here, a page was missing from the official's Record of Life and Death. We are here to search under the orders of the Lord. Please cooperate."
The demon was not always controlling the NPCs.
Most of the time, unless it was a play that he was particularly interested in, he would choose to let the NPCs act according to their original personalities. After all, acting as an NPC was more difficult than acting as a player. It required strict adherence to the plot, and unless a player obtained a harsh identity card that required strict role-playing, the rest of the time was more like the Famine Mountain Village dungeon where the trainees were given an identity and hastily dealt with.
Only when No. 1 wanted to cause trouble, would he take control of the NPCs himself. Yes.
Therefore, after the demon released the control of the puppet threads, the NPCs acted according to their own personalities.
According to the background of the story, Granny Yin was just a mortal who was greedy for life, afraid of death, and had a vicious mind.
She was submissive in front of the ghost servants, but she attacked the villagers with her fists. Now that she was stopped and remembered the time limit of the lantern burning, she naturally agreed with fear and trepidation.
When the demon discovered her, Granny Yin, who was covered in a black robe, had already obediently put down the lantern. She raised her hands and began a body search under the command of the ghost servants. When the ghost servants told her to raise her head, she would do so. When they told her to turn around, Granny Yin would obediently turn around.
Coincidentally, they were standing on the only bridge of the River of Forgetfulness at this moment.
Opposite them was the pavilion where Granny Meng was distributing Granny Meng's soup, and below them was the quiet flowing of the River of Forgetfulness. If one looked carefully, they could even see the countless evil deeds under the river and the twisted faces of the undead.
No. 1 felt his right eyelid twitch again.
The last time this omen appeared was in Las Vegas, when the magician exposed his three aliases in front of the main system in one fell swoop.
The demon suddenly felt suspicious, so he put down the glass cup and prepared to control the NPC again.
An unforeseen event suddenly occurred.
The warm light of the lantern on the ground suddenly swayed.
Someone lifted the lantern.
Granny Yin suddenly turned her head.
The white-haired youth was standing behind her, holding the lantern in his hand and smiling.
Granny Yin asked with a sharp and old voice, "Child, what are you …?"
Zong Jiu raised his eyebrows.
The white-haired youth looked at the ghost servants controlling the NPC in front of him and curled his lips. "Child?"
Zong Jiu was too lazy to continue talking nonsense, so as to avoid any unexpected twists and turns.
He directly raised his leg and kicked the person off the bridge.
"Actually, I prefer the way you called me Ninth Brother back then."
The bridge was at least ten meters away from the River of Forgetfulness, not to mention the fact that the River of Forgetfulness was the famous weak water, there was no buoyancy. Other than the bridge built with immortal power, as long as anything flew over it, it would feel a great pressure and fall into the river.
After Granny Yin's body staggered to the side of the bridge, she fell straight to the bottom of the river like a kite with a broken string. Before she could even cause a splash, she was torn into pieces by the thousands of wriggling evil spirits with their bloody mouths wide open at the bottom of the river.
The souls of extreme evildoers were also great nourishment for evil spirits.
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[NPC Acting Mission Failed]
[Venue: A-Level Instance Dungeon Desolate Mountain Village]
[Acting NPC Role: The malicious mastermind behind the scenes, Granny Yin]
[Reason for Failure: Soul Perishing]
In the darkness, the puppet threads that had lost control of the character began to slowly retract, once again wrapping around the pair of hands that were as beautiful as a work of art.
After a long time, the demon touched the corner of his mouth.
Its arc grew bigger and bigger, similar to that pair of cold and cruel dark golden pupils, it ignited with clusters of dark flames.
No. 1 turned around, poured himself a glass of red wine, and drank it in one gulp.
The ice-cold wine rolled down his throat into his esophagus, but it couldn't suppress the boiling blood in his body.
This was really … a great surprise.