Scorpion Sandu was a little anxious.
My brain has been filled with so much strange knowledge that it can no longer hold any more.
Lin Fan knew that there was no hope for this weird creature in front of him, so he sighed and said:
"Forget it, just tell me, is it true that once we hand over the hundred-year-old ghost money to you, we will automatically consider it as having passed the trial, and we don't need your confirmation?"
To be honest, if Lin Fan needed this strange nod in front of him, he would feel a headache.
"Yes... This is the set rule. I don't care whether I agree or not... So, don't even think about bargaining. A hundred years is two million!"
"Isn't it just one million?"
"Wait a minute, one thousand a year... eighty thousand in ten years, two million in a hundred years..."
“…”
Lin Fan took out several thick stacks of money, totaling 300,000 including the money given by the old man earlier, and threw them on its face one by one, then said in a deep voice:
"Now, tell me where the exiled immortal is."
"Eh? What exiled immortal..."
Scorpion Sandu looked at the 300,000 yuan in his hand, feeling a little confused.
Based on the calculation of 80,000 yuan for ten years and 150,000 yuan for twenty years, the 300,000 yuan can only reduce a person's working hours by 18 years.
Why are these three people so confident?
Before it could think about it, layers of mist began to rise from the sand in front of it. In the mist, a field of crushed corpses could be vaguely seen.
"Is this the exit, or the way to see the exiled immortal?"
The horror scene of the exiled immortal is very special.
In other scenarios, there is only one scene, and the owner is usually present with the trial-taker. Even if you don't need to complete the trial, you can meet the owner directly.
But it is obviously different here. It is an endless expanse of sand, and you will never see the end even if you walk for a lifetime.
Scorpion Sandhead still looked dumbfounded, and said almost subconsciously:
"Just... walk in and you can see the Exiled Immortal, and then walk out and you'll... exit the scene, but but but..."
"Your ghost money is not the right amount..."
Beneath its small eyes, there was a big look of doubt.
The three of them stepped into the white mist together.
There was no backlash from the horror scene at all.
Apparently, he had truly completed the trial.
Scorpion Sandhead looked at the 300,000 yuan in his hand, and then looked at the place where the three people disappeared.
Murmured:
"That's not right... You each get 5,000, and I have 30,000 ghost notes."
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