Chapter 41 The Dark Unlucky Guy

Yun Qimu, who was a step later than the others, did not rush out to look for something blindly like everyone else after stepping out of the village. Instead, he chose to stand where he was and bargain.

"E-grade: 20 Spirit Coins, D-grade: 25 Spirit Coins, C-grade: 30 Spirit Coins, B-grade: 45 Spirit Coins, A-grade: 60 Spirit Coins, S-grade: 80 Spirit Coins, SS-grade: 100 Spirit Coins. Deal?"

The main brain, which had been sitting with its legs crossed, happily waiting for the energy source to continue rising, immediately jumped up, rolled up its non-existent sleeves, and took a stance. [E-level 5 spirit coins, D-level 15 spirit coins, C-level 20 spirit coins, B-level 25 spirit coins, A-level 45 spirit coins, S-level 65 spirit coins, SS-level 75 spirit coins.]

Yun Qimu's smoky, elegant brows furrowed slightly, a hint of color appearing on his face, which was filled with seriousness. "E-level: 19 spirit coins, D-level: 24 spirit coins, C-level: 29 spirit coins, B-level: 44 spirit coins, A-level: 59 spirit coins, S-level: 79 spirit coins, SS-level: 99 spirit coins."

The main brain Matchhead was furious. Wow, only one was reduced. He is indeed worthy of being the host. He is so stingy and feels justified in doing so.

But the mastermind now has tools, so he is no longer afraid.

Thinking of this, it conjured a long matchstick and two short ones to form a bench. It leisurely jumped onto it and snorted proudly, "It doesn't matter if you don't pay my price. There are plenty of people picking up corpses now anyway. We don't need you."

Yun Qimu was silent. The useless mastermind was becoming more and more difficult to deal with.

But she refused to back down in the face of the spirit coins. "According to the price I offered, I can double the population of Global Village in fifteen days and add another building. Otherwise, as the village chief, I will be passive and lazy. Anyway, life in Global Village is pretty good now, so I'm not in a hurry to expand."

Mastermind: It’s anxious!!!

The little stickman jumped off the bench and pounded the ground, hating his host for being so inhumane and for raising the price without mercy.

But for the bright future of the global village, it could only choose to compromise with tears in its eyes, "Okay, deal."

Yun Qimu smiled with satisfaction, "Very good."

Then she pulled out a large white loudspeaker from nowhere and started shouting, "Everyone, please be quiet. Everyone, please be quiet and listen to me. I am personally accepting corpses. E-level corpses are 6 spirit coins, D-level corpses are 16 spirit coins, C-level corpses are 21 spirit coins, B-level corpses are 26 spirit coins, A-level corpses are 46 spirit coins, S-level corpses are 66 spirit coins, and SS-level corpses are 76 spirit coins. If you are interested in trading, please pile up the corpses you have found and raise your hands for me to come over and trade."

"Hey, there's one more spirit coin than the system price."

"Done, done!"

Everyone responded immediately and shouted with joy.

Pei Yu's hands were shaking, and his peach blossom eyes were wide open.

He could earn one extra spirit coin from one corpse, and two extra spirit coins from two corpses. If he found a thousand or ten thousand corpses, wouldn't he earn an extra thousand or ten thousand spirit coins?

Because he was waiting to die, poor Yu didn't have many energy coins on him and had to save money even to buy a bottle of red medicine. He was extremely happy.

So he decisively interrupted the transaction with the system.

Then he quickly took out a wooden sign from the storage compartment, wrote on it in a flamboyant manner "This is the temporary storage place for Pei Yu's body", and then stuck the wooden sign into the ground. This was his territory.

Hahahaha. Picking up corpses, picking up corpses, he is going to be rich!

Pei Yu laughed loudly.

Yun Xiaoyu's eyebrows were twisted into caterpillars and her little face was wrinkled.

How did Daimu do it? Why couldn't he bargain?

well!

The six-year-old boy is also worried today about not being able to sell more spirit coins!

"General, we can earn an extra spirit coin by selling the corpse to the village chief. Let's go and find it quickly." The little girl Zhuzhu was very anxious. She munched on the sweet Danmu fruit to replenish her strength while running very fast with her short legs. For a little money, go for it!

"Go!" Yun Xiaoyu also clenched her fists, full of fighting spirit, all her worries swept away.

The corners of Mo Xie's cold face couldn't help but curl up, not to mention the Tang family father and son and the natives who were so poor that they almost had to buy their pants. They followed suit and first stuck signs on the ground, marked a territory, and then ran away, trying to be the best at picking up corpses.

In the ocean of joy, only the main brain screamed and almost spurted blood into a waterfall.

The shitty host is getting worse and worse. It has so much energy, but it will all be wasted in the end!

Yunqi Muxin felt something was wrong and hurried to comfort him, "Calm down, calm down, there is gain only when there is sacrifice, there is gain only when there is sacrifice. Didn't I tell you before that the blood you shed today will be repaid several times or even hundreds of times in the future? When I help you increase the number of villagers in the global village, are you still worried about lacking these few spiritual coins?!"

Banks will have it, auction houses will have it, and powerful people will also have it."

[Will it really happen?]

"real."

Finally, after Yun Qimu's kind consolation, empty promises, and punishment for her failure to complete the task, the main brain tearfully reached a settlement with her, and this plastic cooperative relationship was preserved without breaking down.

With the help of the workers and the considerable profit in the middle, Yun Qimu was too lazy to run around picking up the corpses himself. He simply got a chair to sit on, chewing a cucumber to fill his stomach.

The mastermind was irritated by the idleness of the people watching the show, but he was still sighing, "It would be even better if there was a reclining chair."

The main brain was angry, and the little matchstick that was the main brain's incarnation disappeared with a pop.

It demonstrates through actions that out of sight, out of mind.

Pei Yu took a break from his busy schedule and glanced over secretly, his peach blossom eyes filled with envy and jealousy.

Oh, oh, oh, he also wants to sit down and eat comfortably, but he has no money.

This is a sad reality.

"Ouch." Pei Yu, who was absorbed in stealing glances, accidentally ran into a corner, tripped by something, and fell flat on his face.

"Ah, bah, bah, bah." He climbed up with a look of grief and indignation, cursing angrily, "What dares to trip me? I don't know that my face is worth millions, and it is popular with thousands of noble ladies. What will I do if it breaks?"

He took out a small mirror from his bosom and looked at himself nervously. Seeing that there was no injury on his face, just some mud, he breathed a sigh of relief.

He quickly took out a handkerchief to wipe it clean, and after restoring his handsome image, Pei Yu finally had time to turn his head to see what had tripped him.

You won’t know until you see it. It’s really shocking. It turns out that it’s not the corpse of a crazy beast, but a black and unlucky guy.

The unfortunate fellow lying sideways was a man wearing a black combat uniform. The material looked similar to the one his cousin wore, but now it was completely ruined.

There were several cuts on his back caused by sharp weapons, and his back was covered with dirty black mud, mixed with mottled bloodstains, making him look like a pitch-black mud man.

Even the half of his face that was exposed was covered in mud, and one could only see his very long eyelashes, stuck with mud, trembling in the wind.

(End of this chapter)