"But I remember it was five hundred and eighty-two."
The scholar pinched his fingers lightly, thinking to himself that he had not made a mistake in his calculations.
A lot of ghost money is spent every year, so it will naturally remember all the years clearly.
"As the ancients said, round up to six hundred years."
"you…"
The scholar's face darkened. It would cost 100,000 ghost money here for a hundred years, which means a high expenditure of 1,000 ghost money per year.
There is actually a saying about rounding off?
Eighteen years equals eighteen thousand. How many weird people can't earn that amount from birth to death? How can it be rounded up so easily?
"I've already given you a discount, you're not going to bargain with me now, are you?"
The exiled immortal sighed lightly, with a hint of blame.
Charge an extra 18,000 and get a discount of 1,000.
He even acted as if he had suffered a loss by giving in.
The scholar glared at the other party fiercely, but didn't want to get into a bad mood with him.
No matter how you look at it, the two of them are old acquaintances. They were both born to destroy the city, so there is no need to quarrel over 18,000 yuan.
After convincing himself, the scholar took out his underworld card and swiped it lightly. Six hundred thousand underworld banknotes, no more, no less, were placed in front of him.
After a while, the exiled immortal absorbed it.
"I don't need your discount. Six hundred thousand is six hundred thousand. It won't take many years to make some money."
Although scholars don't earn as much as other weirdos, they can still earn tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of yuan a year.
A mere six hundred thousand is only a few years' worth of work.
What is there to worry about?
Heart, don’t hurt anymore.
The scholar rubbed the heart in his chest that had not beat for thousands of years.
The exiled immortal bowed in appreciation and thanked him:
"An ancient saying goes, 'A boss who is too arrogant will bring disaster to the country.'"
The business was settled, and the exiled immortal asked curiously:
"Having said that, everyone knows that you provoked Moon Fox, but as General Niutou just said, you seem to have suffered a setback in the wide area."
The Bull-Headed General refers to the strange horns of the bull.
Calling it this way makes it seem like a big guy.
Unfortunately, the scholar only now learned that it also had the title of Bull-Headed General. Previously, he also thought of it as a monster with bull horns.
"From now on, don't underestimate the humans in the wide area. Who knows, the first human capable of contracting to destroy a city may appear in this world."
"Oh? Another one?"
"What else?"
The scholar frowned slightly and looked at the banished immortal with a bit of confusion.
The banished immortal, who had originally looked indifferent and enjoyed the strange life, now had an unusually serious expression, so serious that he looked like he might get angry at any time.
"Humans shouldn't have contracts. Why don't you just kill him?"
The exiled immortal did not answer the scholar, but instead asked more questions.
This tone, which was slightly commanding and blaming, made the scholar very uncomfortable.
Although in its world, its contact with Lin Fan happened six hundred years ago, and many of its emotions have been diluted, it is still a shameful thing after all. It still said impatiently:
"Kill? Go ahead and kill him if you want. I don't have any grudge against him, nor do I hate him. Why bother with so much trouble?"
The other party is in cahoots with Jiang Chen Taigong and others. Even if he can be killed, he will have to pay a high price.
The scholar is not a fool, he will definitely not do such a deal that is not worth it.
The exiled immortal rubbed his brows and shook his head helplessly:
"This is the most fatal weakness of us weirdos. We are always selfish, never trust other weirdos, and our brains are not very good, except for me."
“…”
The scholar was too lazy to argue with it about its intelligence, so he urged:
"What's going on? Tell me now. I'm leaving now. I'm very busy."
"Alas... what's there to say? Humans have had contractors before, but back then, they weren't even called contractors."
The exiled immortal waved his hands, lying weakly on the chair, waving his bone fan, and whispered:
"If I meet that human, I will at least cripple him if I can't kill him."
Seeing that the other party was speaking slowly and almost breathlessly, the scholar lost the desire to listen and waved his hand, saying:
"Then I hope you can meet him. Let's go."
The exiled immortal watched the scholar leave and sighed again.
"The agreement from ten thousand years ago doesn't constrain these newly emerged weirdos... They're so selfish that even their original history hasn't been passed down."
The exiled immortal felt helpless, but he also thought it was normal that life had been peaceful for so long.
He could only urge the other city destroyer who was still in the scene:
"Hurry up and go. I'm in a bad mood today. I don't want to play Gomoku anymore."
"I've said it many times, that's Go."
"You said you were in a bad mood, and you're still talking about Gomoku?"
“…”
The strange person squatting in the corner watching the show gave it a blank look and turned away.
The location he went out to was completely opposite to that of the scholar.
If it is a horror scene, there are often only one or two fixed entrances and exits.
Its departure and the location where the horns were strangely blown away were enough to show that this was not an ordinary horror scene.
The exiled immortal rocked his chair, listening to the crazy screams and games of the trial participants in his mind, and sighed softly.
"Humans are truly terrifying. They can be so weak that I can play with them at will, or so powerful that they can become extinct."
The exiled immortal recalls the past with an indescribable feeling.
For a moment, I didn't know what those people who died in my horrific scene were.
Thinking of this, the exiled immortal suddenly slapped his forehead, cried out, and then picked up a piece of bone from the ground and threw it in the direction the scholar left.
Then he shouted at the bones:
"My dear scholar, I forgot to tell you that the Bull Horn General you defeated was a new recruit of the Yama Palace in the south of the river area. Stay away from him if you have nothing to do."
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