The wind is blowing and the weeds are luxuriant.
The survivors knelt on the ground and howled, shouted and kowtowed, finally attracting the attention of Wang Xuan, the God of Wealth.
He turned slowly,
In the expectant eyes of the survivors,
Speak out two words correctly
"Robbery!"
Everyone was stunned.
In their ignorant eyes, Wang Xuan, the God of Wealth, flicked his sleeves and sprinkled a festive red silk-like halo on them.
Buzz!
The objects on their bodies all trembled, and then emitted white light of varying brightness.
The survivors looked at each other in shock and confusion.
"Why are the things on us glowing?"
"Your watch is so dazzling!"
"I understand! The more valuable something is, the brighter it is!"
The next second, a strange scene happened.
The watch automatically unbuckles, the wallet jumps out of the pocket, and the mobile phone hovers and flies up. All items defy gravity and float from bottom to top towards the nine-story tower in the hands of Wang Xuan, the God of Wealth.
The closer we get to the nine-story pagoda,
The smaller the size of the item.
Finally, in a burst of fluorescent white light, these items were all submerged into the first floor of the nine-story tower and disappeared from the eyes of the survivors.
The survivors froze in place.
"Take people's money and eliminate disasters with them."
Wang Xuan, the God of Wealth, said slowly: "Stop crying, tell me how you broke into this place?"
After hearing this, everyone suddenly became excited.
"We are from a tour group! God of Wealth, help us!"
"There is a ghost in the village! Many of us died!"
"My watch is worth 400,000 yuan. When you save people, you must save me first. I will definitely burn incense for you every day!"
The God of Wealth frowned slightly.
At this time, Lin Ying said: "Mr. God of Wealth, we came to Kunlun Mountain for a trip. We got lost due to the weather and ended up here by mistake."
Wang Xuan, the God of Wealth, stretched his brows and gave Lin Ying an approving look.
Everyone else was begging for work, and only Lin Ying answered his question.
Stumbled into this place by mistake...
He looked thoughtful.
Lin Ying stared directly at the face of Wang Xuan, the God of Wealth.
The more she looked, the more she felt that the God of Wealth, Wang Xuan, looked familiar. She was almost certain that they had met them before, but she suddenly couldn't remember them.
But where did you see it?
I have been staying at school during this time
Wang Xuan, the God of Wealth, pondered for two seconds and then said: "Oh——"
The survivors looked at the God of Wealth Wang Xuan expectantly, and then they saw the God of Wealth Wang Xuan turn around as if nothing had happened.
survivor:? ? ?
Don’t you mean using people’s money to eliminate disasters?
"Mr. God of Wealth?"
"Why did you turn around?"
"God of Wealth?"
Wang Xuan, the God of Wealth, turned a deaf ear to the survivors' calls. He asked the pale ghost in front of him, "Where is he?"
The survivors looked at the pale ghost figures in fear. Only then did they see what these things looked like.
They are no different from the ghosts in movies and TV shows.
The figure is erratic, the skin is gray, and the eyes are malicious.
But his expression was a little weird, and his stiff face was covered with a stiff smile that was uglier than crying.
You still laugh when you smile so ugly,
It's almost like "bullying the weak and fearing the strong" is engraved on his forehead.
But if you ask a ghost, will the ghost answer you?
＜Oguaguagua······
The evil ghosts were silent.
Wang Xuan, the God of Wealth, looked sullen: "You are so shameless!"
He rolled up his brocade sleeves and rushed towards the ghosts, without caring about his image at all.
Boom! boom! Boom!
Duang!
Under the stunned gaze of the survivors, Wang Xuan, the God of Wealth, opened his bow left and right, swinging the big ingot and the nine-story pagoda with great force, and drove dozens of ghosts to run around in the streets.
The ghosts were so frightened that they fled into the alley.
"Run? I'll see where you run!"
Wang Xuan, the God of Wealth, snorted coldly, transformed, and actually divided into dozens of incarnations. Each incarnation caught a fierce ghost and beat it, and muttered something while beating it.
"You're pretending to be mute, right?"
"Pretend well!"
"I will cure this stupid problem for you right now!"
In an instant, plaintive cries floated over the entire village, making those who heard it sad and those who listened to it crying.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
There are ghosts everywhere, and the God of Wealth riding on ghosts is everywhere.
In a daze, the survivors actually had the illusion that it was not they who mistakenly entered the ghost village, but the ghosts who mistakenly entered the God of Wealth Village.
"I just heard the howl of wolves, heard the cry of ghosts, and saw the living God of Wealth. This trip was really worth it!" Someone murmured, "It would be better if I could get out alive."
"Why is the God of Wealth so awesome?"
"Isn't this nonsense? Are there any people who manage money who aren't awesome?"
A few minutes later,
The bodies of the fierce ghosts were almost beaten to pieces,
Only then did Wang Xuan, the God of Wealth, let them go.
The God of Wealth, Wang Xuan, still wanted to cancel his incarnation, reunited the ghosts together, and then took out a large stack of gray-white banknotes from his sleeves.
The surrounding temperature dropped two degrees out of thin air, and the survivors shivered from the cold.
"Yin money!"
Someone recognized the off-white banknotes in His hand.
Others asked: "What is Yin money?"
"Yin money is dead money!" The man explained fearfully, "In the folk customs of my hometown, dead money can bribe the ghosts of the underworld, atone for the sins committed during life, and give birth to a good child in the next life!"
Others wondered: "If you have money, you don't have to go to hell?"
"Yin banknotes are not parallel imports like those from Tiandi Bank!" The man whispered, "No matter how much money you have in the world, you can't exchange for a Yin banknote. It's real dead money!"
"The God of Wealth doesn't want to give them money, does he?" someone said angrily, "What is this? Medical expenses? Doesn't He know that these ghosts have killed many of us?"
Another person blocked his mouth: "Don't talk nonsense!"
Lin Ying looked at Wang Xuan, the God of Wealth, quietly. She felt that the God of Wealth would not give money to ghosts, and even if he gave money, he must have a deeper meaning.
Wang Xuan, the God of Wealth, grabbed the Yin banknote and waved it in front of the ghosts.
He changed his ferocious expression and whispered softly: "I'm sorry, I was impulsive just now. As compensation, these are all yours!"
After that, he gave each ghost a few Yin notes.
None of these evil ghosts looked very smart. They were holding the Yin money as if they were seeing their relatives, and the aura of resentment on their bodies suddenly dissipated a lot.
"Holy crap! How could the God of Wealth really give money to ghosts?" The gagged man broke free, "What kind of God of Wealth is he? Does he know who gave him the incense?"
The other survivors were silent.
They were also a little angry, but they didn't dare to speak out, fearing that the God of Wealth wouldn't save them after hearing this.
"Where is he?" Wang Xuan, the God of Wealth, said calmly, "If anyone answers me."
He held up a bundle of banknotes with a smile, and the meaning was self-evident.
There must be a brave ghost under the heavy reward
"I I said"
A child-like ghost opened his mouth, but his voice came out from his chest, hoarse and hollow.
"He is right there"
(End of chapter)
