Chapter 147 Earning 90 Million in a Week 11
As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Jiang Yuelu reacted.
No, this is not golden osmanthus.
The person in front of him seemed to be imitating Jin Muxi, but because he only imitated the dress, it seemed too exaggerated and deliberate, and he only learned three or four points.
Anyone who has seen the two can easily tell them apart, not to mention that Jiang Yuelu has a photographic memory. But because he had just come out of the stern ship, his retina was still poisoned by the golden light, and the shadows were broadcast on the display screen, which was not as realistic as face-to-face interaction... so he misunderstood.
After he called out Jin Muxi, the president of the Corpse Society was also shocked.
The fan in his hand was suspended in mid-air, and the enchanting voice from his lips just started and then stopped. He looked at Jiang Yuelu in disbelief.
"What did you say?"
"Jin Muxi, is that the Lord Jin Muxi I'm thinking of?"
"You-you mistook me for Lord Jin Muxi?!"
Jiang Yuelu gritted his teeth and said, "Uh, sorry——"
The president of the Corpse Society burst into terrifying laughter, "Hahahaha! I succeeded, I succeeded!! I was actually recognized as Lord Jin Muxi, I have to tell this news to my brother as soon as possible..."
Having said this, he suddenly paused, subtly stopped laughing, and covered his face with the golden fan.
"...Ahem. I'm here to discuss something important with the Inquisitor."
"Let me introduce myself first. My name is Ximujin. Everyone in the Corpse Society calls me the president. You haven't joined the Corpse Society, so just call me whatever you want."
"I don't know who you are... I can't keep calling you the Inquisitor, can I?"
Ximujin's eyes, hidden behind the golden fan, kept looking over, sizing Jiang Yuelu up and down, not hiding his curiosity about the new anchor.
If before, we simply thought that his abilities were novel and useful, now we have added the labels of "well-informed", "unfathomable" and "excellent aesthetics". Because not everyone has seen Master Jin Muxi and can still connect them. To reach this level, it has already exceeded the standard of the president of the Corpse Society.
"I've watched your live broadcast replay... So you don't wear black armor in private? Hmm... Is this your original appearance? It's a bit unexpected."
Ximujin covered his mouth in his heart: The burly black-armored knight is actually a fresh girl?
Jiang Yuelu thought about it and decided that he didn't need to maintain his persona in private. Moreover, he was in urgent need of some new information. The president of the Corpse Society seemed to have something to ask him, so he should build a ladder for him in due time.
"Hello, President Xi, just call me Yan Jiang."
“Hmm…”
Ximujin frowned.
The expression was obviously complaining that Jiang Yuelu's name was too ordinary, and this preference was exactly the same as Jin Muxi's. Wait... Ximujin, Ximujin, isn't it just Jin Muxi inverted?
Thinking of his overly excited laughter when he was mistaken for Jin Muxi, Jiang Yuelu couldn't help but think - could it be that he met a die-hard fan of Jin Muxi?
"Have you met Lord Jin Muxi?"
"Yeah, I saw it at the ghost market not long ago."
"Ghost Market, no wonder." Ximujin sighed, "If my brother hadn't been here every year to participate in the competition, I would have gone to the Ghost Market to take a look. Alas, fate plays tricks on me."
Ximujin stole a glance at him.
"Just now. Um, just now."
President Ximujin, who was waving the golden fan, seemed to be unable to speak. If the members of the Corpse Society saw this scene, they would be horrified to death.
"You just mistook me for..."
Jiang Yuelu tried to finish his sentence for him: "Golden Rhinoceros?"
"How dare you! How dare you call him by his name?"
Ximujin closed his fan angrily.
"Once is fine, but how dare you do it twice? Don't you know who he is? He is the master of the tail ship! The helmsman of the ghost market!"
Jiang Yuelu's eyebrows twitched.
Had the news of the destruction of the stern ship not reached here?
"Forget it, forget it... Since you are a first-time offender and have good taste, I won't say anything. Ahem, you mistook me for Lord Jin Muxi before. Do you really think we look alike?"
Jiang Yuelu hesitated for a moment and said, "Maybe two or three points."
"T-That much?!"
Ximujin was stunned for a moment and forgot to pick up the fan that fell to the ground.
"...Then, then tell me, how are he and I similar?"
"He also likes to wear gorgeous clothes embroidered with gold thread like you, but his are more exquisite. He also has a golden fan like you, but his can also be used as a weapon. Oh, and his body shape is similar to yours, so I made a mistake just now."
Every time he said something, Ximujin would murmur, "Yes, that's what he is like."
After hearing the end, she was already wiping away tears with a tissue.
"It's great to be able to learn one or two points. You actually gave me three points. All these years of my life have not been in vain... I need to work hard to get the other seven points in the future."
Jiang Yuelu asked casually, "Are you imitating him because you like him?"
Ximujin shook his head.
"Like... You are really a newcomer. There is no such thing as liking someone. The reason we imitate them is to better replace their brothers."
"Replacement? Uh...you guys?"
"Ah, I haven't told you yet, actually I have a twin brother. My brother and I died in our mother's womb. There is no place for ghosts to die like this in such a big world. There are ghosts like Xiao Tangze who committed suicide by jumping off a building. Stillborn babies like us are really not worth mentioning."
Jiang Yuelu was shocked: Do ghosts even have to have a scroll about how they die?
“That’s not right.”
Ximujin looked up at him, "What's wrong?"
Jiang Yuelu said, "I've heard people say before that stillborn babies have unlimited potential precisely because they are stillborn. They died in their mother's wombs, have very weak social connections, have never interacted with people, and are born without any idea of what good and evil are, so they have even more difficult-to-calculate lethality."
"These rumors were spread only after the twin brothers Jin Muxi appeared. In the past, ghosts looked down on dead fetuses. Not to mention those ghosts who died in ordinary ways, even those dead children would step on us."
"But with the rise of the Jin Muxi brothers, everyone gradually realized the potential power in us. We also established some infant spirit cults, most of which were newly dead ghosts who had the same aspirations as me, and imitated Lord Jin Muxi through some distant legends."
"If we regard him as a distant goal and work hard for him, if we take him into our hearts and study him day and night, if we tremble with excitement at the thought of reaching his position and having the opportunity to defeat him in the future...if these are considered love, then we really like him."
Jiang Yuelu remained silent after hearing this.
Such a twisted but very fitting love...
"My brother and I imitated Jin Muxi and his younger brother, completely reversed, hoping to make some differences in the sameness. This key difference will become our biggest feature. When we become the Lord of the Capital in the future, everyone will distinguish us from them..."
Ximujin talked freely, with a longing gleam in his eyes.
He had no idea that he had already gone through all of his identities without realizing it, but he still only had a vague understanding of the Inquisitor.
"My brother and I wandered among various ghost dens, looking for ways to become stronger... One day, my brother heard about the underworld money competition. He was too young at the time, and it was more difficult for Master Jin Muxi's brother to imitate him. In short, my brother quickly released his original self. Greed took over his heart. He came to the competition without hesitation and won first place."
"But after that, my brother didn't come to see me at the agreed place with the money."
"I couldn't find him after that."
Ximujin's tone became lost, "The once strong and indestructible bond between my brother and I was also severed because of his disappearance."
"The last time he appeared was in the Yinsi Money Competition, so..."
"That's why you came to participate." Jiang Yuelu probably understood, but then thought of another possibility, "Maybe he has left and gone somewhere else?"
"Even though I'm a newcomer, I know that ghosts are not trustworthy. You don't know what you might encounter in there. Losing your memory or abilities is very likely."
"Won't."
Ximujin answered with absolute certainty.
"Even if he has lost the connection between the twins like me, even if he has lost his memory, he will definitely move towards our goal. I defeated Jin Muxi, and my brother replaced Jin Muxi's brother. Our destination is always the same, so we will always meet on the road."
"Then I see what you mean."
Jiang Yuelu changed his posture to be calmer, sat back a little, and checked the time.
"After hearing these stories, I can be sure that you are not here to defend Tang Ze. Then I am even more curious about why you are here."
"To fight for justice?"
Ximujin laughed, "If I came here to vent my anger, I wouldn't have chosen to open the private chat interface. Don't you think that because Tang Ze lost, the president of the Corpse Society came to find a newcomer for a PK duel... which is more topical?"
Jiang Yuelu also laughed, "You really know a lot about live streaming."
"I have participated in the competition ten times, and no one understands the Yinsi Money Competition better than me."
"Ten times? That means ten years?"
"More than that. The Underworld Money Contest is not held every year. Sometimes it is held every two years, sometimes every five years, and the longest is every seven years. But before it starts, a rumor will be spread to let all ghosts know that the contest is about to begin."
Jiang Yuelu thought for a moment, "So you've been looking for your brother for many years..."
Ximujin nodded. He didn’t quite understand why Jiang Yuelu had that look.
"What's wrong?"
"My brother and sister are also separated from me and I am trying to find them."
After hearing his answer, Ximujin was a little surprised, "Is he also missing because of the competition?" Before Jiang Yuelu could answer, he immediately shook his head to deny it.
"No, I won't. I remember every year's champion, and I have investigated the previous years carefully. I have no impression of the ghost named Yan."
"They're not here. But thanks for eliminating that option for me."
"You're welcome."
Upon learning that they had similar experiences of searching for their relatives, the goodwill that had already been maintained by Jin Muxi deepened and expanded into a feeling of mutual admiration, and Ximujin stopped beating around the bush with Jiang Yuelu.
"Let's be frank, Yan Jiang. I'm very interested in your abilities and I'm here to discuss cooperation with you."
It's finally here.
Jiang Yuelu was not surprised, nor did she agree immediately.
Instead, a thought came to his mind, "If the corpses are added together... how much money can I swallow from the underworld?"
Ximu Jin on the opposite side had no idea of the dangerous thoughts that were emerging in his mind at this moment, and thought that he was silent and hesitant.
"I know you're probably still expecting someone to come and win you over. You were the first place in yesterday's PK, so you have the capital to be so arrogant. I need to show a little sincerity."
"Do you want to transfer money to me?" Jiang Yuelu's eyes lit up.
"no."
Ximujin smiled and said, "It's some information. You should know that in an unfamiliar place, knowing the rules will help us play better."
The money would come faster too… he didn’t deny it.
But what he didn't expect was that Ximujin's next words made him feel like he was dreaming back to yesterday.
“Time is going backwards.”
If he hadn't been still here and the numbers at the bottom of the screen were jumping, he would have thought he had returned to the scene of his conversation with Xia Yi yesterday and heard him say that the time in another Lin Ya City was going backwards.
He seemed to be bound by the chains of time and could not help muttering.
"Time...goes backwards?"
"To be precise, there is a hidden countdown trap in this Linya City." Ximujin said.
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