I heard Scorpion Sand Head say 30,000.
Before the fog disappeared, the old man turned around and stepped back into the ocean of knowledge, taking 30,000 ghost money from Scorpion Sand's head.
As soon as he took it, he could feel the power of the scene starting to take effect. Under layers of pressure, the old man could only sigh and took only 15,000 underworld banknotes and left.
As a result, the power of the scene returned to normal.
"The power of this scene is better than theirs in mathematics."
The old man shook his head secretly.
I was thinking I could take away an extra 15,000.
I never thought that what Scorpion Sandou said was of no value at all.
The old man was so angry that he cursed inwardly and stepped back into the white fog.
Only Scorpion Sandu was left, his mind blank due to the overwhelming knowledge.
"They gave me 300,000, and the three of them left... and they only took 15,000 as a reward. What's going on?"
"The twenty thousand ghost notes they haven't taken away yet are my profit."
"Or do I have to pay the two million or so they underpaid?"
…
…
Stepping out of the white mist, Bai Ling'er appeared in front of him, sitting in a rocking chair.
There is also a banished immortal whose brows are so wrinkled that they can kill mosquitoes.
"Didn't you say that the amount of ghost money needed to pass the trial is as high as three million, so expensive that even Gui might not be able to afford it?"
Bai Ling'er took a sip of tea, feeling a little confused.
Rewind a few minutes ago.
Bai Ling'er asked the exiled immortal how much money would be needed to rescue the three people if he had to pay in the underworld.
More than two million, is that enough?
The exiled immortal at that time didn't even think about it, and just shook his head and said jokingly:
"Two million? Not even one person can afford it. You have to know that a thousand a year, a hundred years would be three million."
The tone was so harsh and the attitude was so strong that Bai Ling'er couldn't refute it.
Because it doesn't know how much a thousand years is, or how many hundred years is.
Seeing that the exiled immortal was so sure, it believed it.
It only took a few minutes.
That is now.
Lin Fan and others stood in front of him.
The horror scenes that the exiled immortal had spent thousands or even tens of thousands of years to carefully design were completed in just ten minutes.
At this speed, even if you saw it at the Soul Returning Theater, you would dare to claim that the difficulty is far greater than destroying a city.
After all, it takes more than half an hour to walk to the Soul Theater.
In response, the Huangquan polling station far away in Dongcheng Town said it would take even longer.
Therefore, the exiled immortal was as confused as Scorpion Sandhead at this moment.
Why is the number wrong?
And not so much.
With only three hundred thousand, you can pass the trial.
Could it be that there is some powerful item that can offset the trial?
The exiled immortal would rather believe that there is such a prop in the world than believe that there is something wrong with his calculations.
After all, in order to learn mathematics well, it spent a hundred years studying addition and subtraction.
He thought he had mastered the skill and could do mental arithmetic.
"You are a banished immortal."
Lin Fan didn't know that from the time he came out to the time he walked in front of him, the other party had already thought of eight possibilities.
These eight types are all wrong and have nothing to do with the calculation.
Only when Lin Fan spoke to it did it recover from its shock.
"You actually possess an item that can reduce the number of years of my scene trials, and you'll also take half of the 30,000 ghost notes reward. You're asking for a friendly gesture from me. It seems like you three are here specifically to find me."
“…”
There is nothing correct in the reasoning process.
But the result is right.
Lin Fan didn't know whether to nod and say yes or shake his head to correct.
"I did come to see you. I wanted to ask if you have a box to hold the soul."
"oh?"
The exiled immortal snapped open his bone fan, then waved it lightly towards Bai Ling'er and said proudly:
"Whether I have it or not, what does it have to do with you?"
"As the ancients said, monsters are guests, and humans are food. So why do I need to answer your questions?"
The exiled immortals wouldn't be too lazy to say a word to humans, but their attitude wouldn't be very good either.
Rather than answering about the box, it changed the subject and said in a cold voice:
"Tell me, where did you get the item that can exempt me from the trial time in the scene?"
“…”
Previously, Scorpion Sand Head said that its mathematics was taught by the Exiled Immortal Sect, but Lin Fan didn’t quite believe it.
Now I believe it completely.
The two can be regarded as Crouching Dragon and Phoenix Chick, powerful idiots in Xiangyu.
"Forget it, there must be some little ghost who covets my title of the Four Evils and wants to use it to kill my aura, destroy my prestige, and take away my title. It's really ridiculous."
The exiled immortal snorted lightly, and actually made up for this setting himself.
Lin Fan originally wanted to say that he would exchange it with ghost money.
But considering the other party's questionable computing ability, he decided not to be so direct.
"You don't have to answer my questions, but you can answer weird questions, right?"
"Of course. How can you make the contract weird and open your mouth?"
There was no lack of sarcasm in the exiled immortal's words.
For a weirdo, a contract is inherently a dishonorable act, and speaking is the greatest shame. No one has ever seen a weirdo with a contract speak human language.
But it was also when we talked about the word contract.
The exiled immortal's indifferent smile gradually disappeared.
Instead, there was an incomparable seriousness.
It was so serious that the corpses around seemed to come alive and began to tremble slightly.
Even the corpse standing under Lin Fan's feet was squirming restlessly.
The sound coming from the soles of my shoes felt like hard bugs massaging my feet.
The entire space looked like a bloody mouth, as if it could swallow up everything inside in the next second.
Its face was heavy, and its eyes were fixed on the three people in front of it.
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