In the second level, humans came up with the same plan that Lin Fan proposed to Guiyi in the first level.
That's crowdfunding.
Whoever has the largest proportion of ghost money will be the representative and enter the next level.
As long as you can pass the trial.
Everyone has a glimmer of hope.
At this point, they no longer had any hope of getting the so-called parchment scroll.
Just want to live.
Lin Fan reached out and took the two thousand underworld banknotes.
"These are your ghost money to buy your lives."
Lin Fan was confident that he could pass this level.
In this case, it can be said that it saved their lives in disguise.
Only two thousand ghost money is considered a small amount.
The man was not at all panicked when he saw the two thousand ghost money being stolen.
There was a hint of relief in his eyes.
Then he lay on the ground like a dead fish, saving energy.
Compared to ten thousand ghost money, two thousand is still too little.
No one had any hope of survival.
Lin Fan did not give them any assurance, but simply turned his gaze back to the strange man with a deathly pale face.
Their deaths vary, some are caused by drowning and some are caused by children.
But what is different from the weird things I have seen before is that they do not carry an evil aura or a terrifying murderous intent.
But it is the emptiness of waiting for death in despair.
If it weren't for the strange salesman in front of him, he would have raised his swollen eyes and looked at Lin Fan.
Lin Fan almost thought that this weirdo was dead.
The old man and Yi Qiqi did not act rashly, but stood behind Lin Fan, observing the mystery.
Whether it is low or high, there is a possibility of failure.
The worst consequence of failure was that three people died.
Even in the best outcome, only Lin Fan can escape at the risk of his life.
But the chances are quite slim.
Lin Fan tentatively touched the antique in front of him with his hand.
The weirdness did not stop it, and there was no force of rules to exert pressure on it.
The texture of the antique is very ordinary. Lin Fan doesn't know much about antiques, but he can feel that the dust and dirt on this thing have the quality of ceramic.
They all look like ordinary bottles and cans that cost 9.9 and include free shipping.
At least one thing is certain.
This antique is worthless.
In other words, the reason why this horror scene can set the price of ghost money at a minimum of 10,000 is all thanks to the sheepskin scroll.
"This chamber pot was used by Emperor Qin Shi Huang, Tang Zheng, for drinking tea 30,000 years ago. It was recently unearthed..."
“Stop, stop, stop.”
The old man couldn't stand it anymore.
"Can you please be more careful? This is clearly just a vase. Moreover, thirty thousand years ago, Nuwa hadn't even been born yet, and you already had an emperor?"
There were so many things to complain about in this sentence that the old man didn't know where to start complaining for a moment.
Drinking tea from a chamber pot, the First Emperor's surname was Tang... all sorts of nonsense.
Lin Fan carefully scrutinized every word it said.
Signal it to continue the introduction.
"It's currently selling for as much as 100,000 ghost notes. How about... would you consider buying it?"
When the old man heard the words "one hundred thousand ghost money", his eyes widened.
"One hundred thousand ghost notes!? Why don't you go rob the Huangquan ticket station?"
I originally planned to rob a bank, but then I thought about it and realized that it was still unknown whether there was a real bank in this strange place.
Then he changed the subject and said he was heading to the Huangquan ticket station.
Gou Shiba looked at the old man in confusion, "Um... robbing the boss here is the same as robbing the Huangquan ticket station, isn't it the same thing?"
This Huangquan polling station also belongs to the boss, so they are all trying to rob him.
The old man stared at Gou Shiba with his eyes wide open without blinking, and cursed:
"Stupid! The reason for robbing the Huangquan ticket station is because of the weirdness there. The guards are not good, so of course those weirdos have to pay the compensation."
After being scolded like this, Gou Shiba nodded subconsciously.
But I always feel that something is not right, but when I recall this sentence, I feel that it makes a lot of sense.
Hang Gui pulled Gou Shiba over and whispered:
"Don't worry about them. Tell me how to buy the Youcai Ming ticket. The chances of winning are high."
"After saying so much, can you get out alive?"
Just as Gou Shiba was being called stupid and was worried about not finding a place to vent his anger, Hang Gui suddenly bumped into him.
Finally, Hang Gui asked without hesitation: "What if?"
Dog Eighteen: “…6.”
Hanggui wrote the number 6 on the first number.
When Lin Fan heard the words "one hundred thousand ghost money", his heart skipped a beat.
Expensive, too expensive.
This must be much higher than the price of the antique itself.
If he took out 100,000 ghost money, he would definitely fail the trial and die because it exceeded 10%.
But these 100,000 ghost money may be the key.
"I don't think it's worth it, at most a thousand ghost notes."
Lin Fan tried to bargain.
The strange creature in front of him still had a deathly pale face, and his body was shaky, as if he would die at any time.
This made Lin Fan turn his attention from the inferior antiques to the strange thing.
The behavior of these weird people is too abnormal.
The weirdness in the first level is that even if the creature can’t eat meat for three days, when it finally dies, its face is full of unwillingness to survive.
This person is clearly just imprisoned here, but he looks like he is living a life worse than death.
There must be some secret hidden inside, a secret that I haven't discovered yet.
And it is very likely that this secret is something that even the hanged ghost has not discovered.
"You've cut too much. This thing has a history of more than 30,000 years. This is absolutely not allowed."
Lin Fan immediately said:
"What about the ten thousand ghost notes?"
There was a strange silence, and he just extended his hand, indicating that he allowed the transaction.
Lin Fan frowned slightly and spoke again.
"Nine thousand underworld notes."
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