Chapter 13 Chapter 13 Drawing Cake.
Phew, that was a close call. I hope I didn’t embarrass myself in front of the master.
To be on the safe side, the mud ghost touched and pinched his chin again, and only stopped after making sure that the shape was perfect, and then grinned at Sang Wanwan again.
[“Damn, it’s actually a dead ghost made of mud, how shabby,”] the Lord God Space said with disdain, [“Wanwan, there are countless fair-skinned and beautiful dead ghosts in the dead ghost copy of our escape game, you can pick any of them and bring them out.”]
Sang Wanwan was very moved and refused, because she couldn't afford the undead in the copy.
She looked at the mud ghost for a while and nodded with satisfaction. Not bad, not bad, he looks energetic and smart.
Sang Wanwan released her goodwill towards her future boss and said softly, "Come out, don't stay buried in the soil forever."
However, the Mud Ghost did not feel her kindness.
She only knew that Sang Wanwan had been staring at her left and right. She was very familiar with that look, which was exactly the same as the one she had when she went to the market to pick pork when she was alive.
As the selected pork, it will definitely not have a good ending. In the end, it will all be cooked and eaten.
So, the master stared at her with such a critical look, and nodded as if he was satisfied. Was he going to cook her?
As the lord of the undead realm and a famous evil spirit, she should have risen up in resistance at this time.
However, she could not muster the slightest thought of resistance, because the sense of oppression caused by the human in front of her was an absolute crushing pressure deep in her soul.
To Sang Wanwan, she was as insignificant as a speck of dust in the universe. Such a big shot could turn her into ashes with just a flick of his finger.
The mud ghost trembled with fear.
No, help, someone come and save this poor girl, she really doesn’t want to die.
"Master, spare my life," the mud ghost began to howl, "I don't want to die."
Sang Wanwan kindly reminded: "You died a long time ago."
With a "hiccup", the mud ghost's howling stopped instantly. That's right, she is now a ghost, not a human.
No, ghosts will also turn to ashes.
She wiped her eyes, picked at the mud in front of her eyes with her hands, and began to complain: "Master, I am miserable and pitiful. I did nothing wrong, but was killed by Song Qiyan, that heartless guy. I was buried in his garden for three years. My flesh and blood merged with the mud. There is not even a tombstone."
At first, the mud ghost cried to win Sang Wanwan's sympathy, but as she spoke, her feelings became completely sincere.
"I just want justice, so what? I don't want revenge, so what? I didn't kill innocent people, ghosts have rights too," the mud ghost cried, "I really have no choice, Song Qiyan, that beast, even cut out my twin babies and threw them away, and now I can't find Dabao and Xiaobao. Master, you are also a woman, why do women have to make things difficult for other women?"
When he got to the emotional part, the Mud Ghost burst into tears.
But while other people shed tears, what shed from her tears were lumps of yellow-brown mud, and the earthy smell spread throughout the garden.
After listening to her crying, Sang Wanwan said, "Control your emotions and hold back your tears. The smell is too pungent."
The mud ghost who was crying hard stopped immediately, and the mud tears were wiped away instantly: "Oh, okay master, I was too sad and lost my composure just now."
Sang Wanwan expressed her understanding and helped her out of the mud again.
The mud ghost slowly crawled out of the dirt and asked tremblingly: "Master, can you please not kill me? I promise not to cause trouble again in the future."
Sang Wanwan said, "Don't worry, I won't kill you."
This is free labor.
The Mud Ghost was so moved that tears welled up in his eyes and he kept saying "Thank you".
Sang Wanwan smiled, changed the subject, and said, "I have seen your twin sons."
The mud ghost was shocked: "Where are they? Where are my lovely Dabao and Xiaobao?"
Sang Wanwan took out her phone, found a video, opened it and handed it to her: "They are dealing with some private grudges."
The Mud Ghost watched eagerly.
The video was very short, less than a minute long. She looked at Dabao and Xiaobao, whom she hadn't seen for three years, sitting on a young man's shoulders, one on each side. Their white and tender little feet were swaying so much that they almost swayed into her heart.
The mud ghost remembered the main business, "Master, you said that my Dabao and Xiaobao are dealing with private ghost grudges?"
Sang Wanwan smiled slightly and told her about how the two ghost babies were turned into unconscious souls and then placed in her newly bought villa.
Hearing that Dabao and Xiaobao were almost killed, the Mud Ghost became filled with resentment and mud fell to the ground with a "plop".
Sang Wanwan: "Pay attention to the impact and control your emotions."
The resentment and mud that was gushing out of the mud ghost were instantly retracted.
"Very good," Sang Wanwan nodded, "Let's talk about your child's debt."
The mud ghost became nervous.
Sang Wanwan smiled tenderly: "I saved your children and provided them with very precious props so that they could stay safely beside their enemies and take revenge."
The Mud Ghost wanted to cry again, "Master, I am a ghost now and I have no money to pay my debts."
Sang Wanwan took out a labor contract and handed it over, "I know, so the son's debt is the mother's responsibility. You can only work for me to pay them back."
When the contract was handed to him, Mud Ghost signed his name and put his fingerprint on it without even reading the contents.
There is no other way. She has to sign even if she has opinions. She can’t beat the master.
Sang Wanwan glanced at her name, Zhao Qing.
She put away the employment contract and began to draw pictures for her in a gentle voice: "Xiaoqing, although this job does not pay and requires you to be on call at any time, but if you become my employee, you can live with your twin babies."
The mud ghost, Zhao Qing, nodded desperately.
Sang Wanwan continued to draw the cake to be more tempting: "I will definitely open a company in the future and recruit you ghosts as employees. When the company is established, you will be the first batch of old employees and can get shares. You can also live openly in human society."
What? Shares? Can a ghost still live openly in human society?
Zhao Qing's eyes widened, and his face was full of fighting spirit: "Boss, I will definitely do my best!"
Sang Wanwan was very satisfied with her high-spirited state.
Let’s draw the big cake first. As for when to start the company or whether to start it, that is a matter for the future and everything depends on fate.
…
Song Mian felt like he was about to suffocate to death, with his eyes, nose, mouth, and ears all blocked by smelly mud.
Am I going to die? she thought.
When she was about to lose consciousness, she suddenly felt like she was stepping on empty air, and then fell heavily from a great height.
“Bang!”
Song Mian fell to the ground, lying on his stomach and gasping for breath.
"Tsk!"
"Tsk!"
It stinks.
At this moment, she was covered in dirty mud and had no image at all. She exuded a foul and extremely smelly odor.
After gasping for a long time, when she finally recovered, she caught a glimpse of a pair of clean white shoes in her peripheral vision.
She looked up and saw the white and straight calves of the owner of the little white shoes.
Keep going up.
Sang Wanwan's face, which was so beautiful that it made everything around her lose color, suddenly appeared in Song Mian's eyes.
She sat on the sofa in a leisurely posture, with three glasses of different juices and two plates of exquisite snacks in front of her, as if she was slowly savoring afternoon tea in her spare time.
Comparing the two people's current states, Song Mian's face turned green, and he angrily said: "Why are you so clean?! Are you okay?!"
Sang Wanwan picked up the watermelon juice and took a sip: "I'm fine, and I was the one who rescued you."
Song Mian pursed her lips and said with her neck stiff, "Even if you saved me, I won't thank you."
"Oh, I don't need your thanks," Sang Wanwan called up the payment code, "Just give me the money, please scan the code for 100,000 yuan."
Song Mian noticed that she now talked about money all the time, which made her even more vulgar than before.
She gritted her teeth, took out her cell phone, scanned the code and transferred 100,000 yuan.
etc.
She was in the mud for so long, her whole body was covered in mud, how come her phone remained so clean?
After confirming that the money had been received, Sang Wanwan casually asked, "By the way, do you want to save your other companions?"
Song Mian immediately put the problem of the phone behind her and said anxiously: "Save him, of course I want to save him."
Sang Wanwan picked up a snack and said, "Okay, as long as you give me money, I will help you save them."
Song Mian glared and gritted his teeth, "Sang Wanwan, do you have any heart or morals? They are all human beings, and you actually want to use their lives as a condition for a transaction?"
Swallowing the snack in her mouth, Sang Wanwan spread her hands, "I have no heart, and even less morals, so are you willing to spend money to save them?"
Song Mian'e slapped the floor twice and growled, "I'll save you!"
Sang Wanwan looked at her with a much softer look in her eyes: "Song Ting and Sang Xueruo are each 1 million, and the others are priced the same as you, 100,000."
Hearing this price, Song Mian subconsciously became unhappy and asked, "Why are we only worth 100,000 yuan?"
As soon as she finished speaking, she realized what she had said and wanted to bite off her tongue. She must have soaked her head in the mud!
Sang Wanwan's eyes lit up: "If you feel the money is not enough, you can..."
"No, no, not a bit less!" Song Mian interrupted her hurriedly.
Sang Wanwan sighed.
Song Mian was afraid that she would raise the price at the last minute, and she did not dare to ask why Song Ting and Sang Xueruo's prices were so high. She immediately transferred 100,000 yuan to her and warned her, "Save one person first."
Sang Wanwan snapped her fingers.
Song Mian was still on guard when she heard a "bang" and Han Xiuyan, covered in mud, fell in front of her.
...Ugh, it stinks.
Song Mian took two steps back silently.
"Gee...what the hell...Gee..."
Han Xiuyan was lying on his stomach and vomiting.
Song Mian took all the steps and scanned the code to transfer all the remaining money at once.
After Sang Wanwan confirmed that the amount was okay, she took out a bottle of spray and sprayed it on her nose twice, then -
“Boom!”
“Boom!”
“Boom!”
The noises continued to rang out, and in a blink of an eye, the floor of the villa's living room was covered with clay figures.
In addition to Song Mian's colleagues, there were other people who were tied up by the mud ghost.
Sang Wanwan said: "The extra people will be given away for free."
Thirty or so clay figures gathered together, the smell was worse than a exploded dung pit.
Song Mian's legs went limp from the stench and her face turned pale, but she inadvertently glanced at Sang Wanwan who was drinking juice and eating snacks, completely unaffected by the stench.
"???"
Sang Wanwan is definitely not normal!