When Lu Ziming and the others saw that Tong Yang had actually pulled out six million ghost money, they were so angry that they cursed him in their hearts.
This is ridiculous!
Following Tong Yang's statement, the other two fifth-tier cultivators were too embarrassed to go below six million, fearing it would displease Fang Xiu.
In the end, everyone chose to pay to save their lives, while those who didn't have money were left with high interest debts.
"Take me to the pawnshop," Fang Xiu said calmly.
A thought flashed through everyone's minds: Could it be that they were going to the pawnshop to exchange for a way to leave the burial site?
They gave him about 20 million, and with his Taotie's rampage in the outside world, he might actually have raised 100 million!
No one doubts the strength of the Taotie army, after all, they have witnessed it before. If it is Taotie, they really can do it!
Upon realizing this, everyone became excited and eagerly offered to lead the way for Fang Xiu.
"Captain Fang, this way please!"
Lu Ziming and the others were incredibly obsequious at this moment. If they were forced by the tyranny of the Taotie army before, they were now eager to please them.
Only those who have lived in a burial ground for many years can understand this feeling—finally seeing hope!
Looking at the fawning crowd, Fang Xiu guessed what they were thinking. He didn't say anything, but instead released Yang Ming and the others.
In the days that followed, Yang Ming and the others had recovered from their injuries and even went out many times to hunt down strange creatures with the Taotie army.
Once their spiritual energy is nearly depleted, they return to the belly of the Taotie to rest.
Soon, Yang Ming and his group emerged from the Taotie's belly and entered Baishi Town.
Upon seeing Lu Ziming, Yang Ming and the others' eyes immediately flashed with murderous intent, clearly still harboring resentment over Lu Ziming's escape last time.
Startled, Lu Ziming hurriedly explained that he had already submitted to Fang Xiu and paid six million yuan in ghost money.
"Brother Xiu, this kind of scum shouldn't be kept around!" Yang Ming said angrily.
"It's alright, he's still useful for now." Fang Xiu made no attempt to hide his true feelings.
Lu Ziming's heart skipped a beat upon hearing this. Was it still useful for the time being?
Wouldn't that mean I'd be killed when I'm no longer useful?
This made his heart sink to the bottom in an instant.
Fang Xiu didn't care what Lu Ziming thought. He had an absolute advantage, and dealing with Lu Ziming was a piece of cake.
Even with just a single order, the people at the burial site will take action to resolve the matter.
But now is not the time to kill Lu Ziming.
Whether or not he committed murder remains to be seen, pending verification of one's own conjecture.
A few minutes later, led by the crowd, Fang Xiu arrived at the pawnshop.
The pawnshop was quite eerie, its surroundings were dark, and two lanterns with swaying green light hung in front of the door. Below the lanterns, an ancient and weathered traditional Chinese character for "pawn" shone with an eerie luster in the ghostly green light.
Tong Yang bowed and scraped as he pushed open the dilapidated wooden door of the pawnshop for Fang Xiu, and a faint stench of decay wafted out.
"Captain Fang, this is the pawnshop. Everyone has a count of how many monsters they kill in the burial ground, so there's no need to worry about someone else claiming your ghost money."
You don't need any proof. Just tell the pawnshop owner that you want to exchange for ghost money, and he will exchange the ghost money for you based on the number of monsters you've hunted.
Fang Xiu calmly surveyed the pawnshop, his eyes immediately drawn to a huge wooden board that blocked his view.
In ancient times, this wooden board was also called a "shame-covering board," mainly to protect the face of guests.
Because those who come to pawnshops are either poor people who can't survive, or rich people who are selling their property to exchange for valuables.
He walked around the wooden planks and saw a tall counter, behind which stood a rotting corpse.
It's very strange here. Everything exudes an aura of decay, yet all the facilities are perfectly intact, as if some kind of force is protecting them.
Fang Xiu examined the rotting corpse. The corpse remained silent, while the others stared expectantly at Fang Xiu, waiting for him to make his exchange.
The entire pawnshop was silent, and a sinister and terrifying atmosphere was spreading.
Suddenly, Fang Xiu spoke up: "Exchange for ghost money."
As soon as he finished speaking, the rotting corpse moved.
It reached its skeletal hand into the drawer, its bones creaking and cracking as if they had been neglected for years.
Upon seeing this, everyone couldn't contain their curiosity and excitement, constantly speculating about how much ghost money Fang Xiu could obtain.
That's an army of over sixty Taotie! With that size, each one could easily kill a million people a day.
Sixty times one million equals sixty million a day!
Fang Xiu killed for more than a week, and the amount of ghost money he obtained was unimaginable, an absolute astronomical figure!
As everyone eagerly awaited, the rotting corpse finally stopped groping and slowly took out three pieces of ghost money, placing them on the counter.
Upon seeing this, everyone was stunned. Just three pieces of ghost money? How could that be!
Could it be... a large denomination of ghost money, with a face value of fifty million?
Fang Xiu calmly reached out and took the ghost money, a vague guess forming in his mind.
He unfolded the ghost money in his palm, and everyone's eyes were instantly drawn to it.
Then someone couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, clearly unable to control their emotions.
Three thousand!?
The person whose view was blocked quickly asked, "Thirty million?"
No one paid him any attention; they all stared blankly at the ghost money in Fang Xiu's hand.
Each of the three bills has a face value of one thousand.
Yang Ming walked straight to the counter and slammed his hand on the table: "Hey shopkeeper, are you blind? Brother Xiu has killed at least tens of millions of monsters these past few days, and you only give me three thousand ghost coins? Hand over the rest of the money now, or I'll tear down your pawnshop."
"Just as I expected."
Fang Xiu's calm voice rang out.
Yang Ming was taken aback and quickly asked, "Brother Xiu, what do you mean?"
Fang Xiu did not answer, but fell into thought.
He confirmed his conjecture.
The town of White Stone operates by having Spirit Masters hunt down strange creatures. Once these creatures die, their power is absorbed by White Stone Town and becomes the driving force for its operation.
This is also the origin of ghost money; the more energy you provide to White Stone Town, the more ghost money it will give you.
While he appeared to have killed hundreds of millions of strange creatures, in reality, not a single one was left for White Stone Town. The majority of them ended up in the bellies of the Taotie, used to feed their army.
The origin of these three thousand pieces of ghost money is probably that they were accidentally trampled to death by the Taotie army during their march.
It seems that it was the right decision not to kill Lu Ziming and the others for the time being.
This is why Fang Xiu didn't kill them; he had anticipated that Baishi Town might not give him the opportunity to exploit the bug.
If the bug fails, a lot of manpower will be needed to earn money. Otherwise, even without spending money, it would take a lot of effort to raise 100 million ghost coins by ourselves alone.
This is where Lu Ziming and his group came in. They first made them work for them to earn money, and then, once they had earned enough, they devoured their spirituality.
Make full use of their value and avoid any waste.
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