"Yo, Master's TV is pretty good."
At the TV ghost's house, Lao Wang looked at Hua Wujue who was sitting in his seat with embarrassment. He wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say it.
The screen, which was originally filled with snowflakes, became abnormally bright at this moment.
On the screen, the positions and situations of these players are changing in real time.
"Hey, Mr. Postman, haven't you delivered the mail?"
Old Wang asked cautiously, fearing that he would anger the evil star in front of him.
"Yes, I delivered the letter, so I have nothing to do now."
Hua Wujue nodded, staring at the screen intently.
The corners of Lao Wang's mouth twitched. The original subtext was: After you delivered the letter, why did you come to my house instead of waiting for it to be delivered?
As native people, we naturally know a little about ghost story games.
He really wanted to lose his temper and show off his mysterious authority, but when he saw Hua Wujue, he was like a deflated ball. All the methods he had used to satisfy himself became a joke.
To be honest.
When Hua Wujue brought the TV to 놛's house, plugged it in and asked him to turn it on.
Lao Wang was secretly happy for a while.
Because its murderous medium is turning on the TV!
When Hua Wujue delivered the letter, it did not do so, because it thought it was enough to deal with this guy by itself.
After all…doesn’t electricity cost money?
So Lao Wang readily turned on the power and turned on the TV.
result…
Nothing happened.
Lao Wang thought something was wrong, so he closed the door once and reopened it.
Still nothing happened...
This time, Lao Wang's forehead was covered with cold sweat. He felt that if he dared to close it again, he would probably disappear here.
Turn around.
Hua Wujue was looking at it with a half-smile.
After this, Lao Wang no longer dared to have any other thoughts and could only pray and leave quickly.
If possible... leave the TV behind!
Um... let's just go with it, and take the TV with you.
Lao Wang has not forgotten that this TV is his lifeblood.
"Hey, these little guys dare to provoke Zhang Baopi?"
Lao Wang seemed to have discovered something incredible and stared at the screen without blinking.
"Zhang Baopi."
Hua Wujue glanced at it.
"Zhang Baopi is the owner of the meat processing factory. He is not someone you want to mess with."
Lao Wang explained.
"Meat processing plant, do you still raise animals here?"
Hua Wujue seemed to be lost in thought.
Lao Wang gave 깊놛 a meaningful look.
…
"Dr. Armin, aren't you going in?"
After seeing Raynor come in, there was really no death report. Players from various countries were instantly cheered up, but there was still some hesitation.
"The reason for the message was because the email was returned, the mission was completed directly, and I have left the world of ghost stories."
This last bit of hesitation completely disappeared after Armin's words.
For players like us, nothing is more important than being able to go back.
The lack of information has made these players fail to understand one thing.
Even if the mission is completed, it will never be transmitted.
A ghost story game doesn't end until you die.
However, there are still some players who remain calm.
There were about four other onlookers around Armin, looking at the doctor with suspicion in their eyes.
Everyone went in. Since going in meant completing the mission, why didn't Armin, who discovered it first, squeeze in like the others?
It is for this reason that these players did not rush in like others.
"Because I want to participate in the next stage of the game."
Armin rarely smiled.
"The next stage of the game...? Didn't you say that we would be teleported out after entering?"
The remaining few people looked puzzled.
"You don't need to know."
Armin shook his head, and then uttered such a puzzling sentence under the gaze of several people.
"Please settle the payment."
…
What payment?
The few remaining people frowned, their intuition told them that there was a problem, but they couldn't figure out where the problem was.
The people of the various countries on Blue Star were also confused.
Payment?
What does that mean? Is the player who just entered a cargo?
This idea has already occurred to people in various countries, like a cool breeze rushing from the soles of their feet straight to their souls.
But none of them said it first. The only remaining rationality in them told them that there must be some misunderstanding! There was no death announcement! No ghost story came either!
But we may have forgotten one thing.
The people that Hua Wujue used for the experiment were also missing.
There were no reports of death, no strange things happening, but the disappearance was real.
In the world of ghost stories…
In the shabby meat processing factory, after a brief silence, a voice as if burned by charcoal slowly spoke, sounding like the whisper of a devil.
"Hmph, what payment?"
"Get out of here right now, or you can't leave!"
The owner of the voice was Zhang Baopi, the owner of the meat processing factory.
"You will receive a total of 276 of us."
"According to the rules, you have to pay me."
Armin said quietly.
On the other end of the line, Zhang Papi was unusually silent. After about two minutes, he reluctantly said:
"How did you find out?"
As the sound came out, three ghost coins with a face value of one appeared in Armin's hand.
“It’s easy to spot.”
"The letter is an accessory, and we, the people who deliver the letter, are the content."
"So no matter how we look for patterns, if we get close we will die. There is no solution."
"You are the owner of the meat processing factory. Everyone can accept our content calmly, except you."
Armin smiled.
"Why?!"
The owner of the voice said viciously.
At that moment, an ugly man with huge abscesses slowly appeared in the shadow of the factory.
The nearly two-meter height caused the audience to feel both visually and physically uncomfortable.
But Armin's next answer made them feel bone-chillingly cold.
"The cargo owners don't have to pay for the cargo because they give the money to the meat processing factory. This money doesn't belong to you, but you accept it."
"We are not the goods of the meat processing factory, but you took all the money for yourself. We were honest deliverymen, and you got a real share for every one of us who died."
"But if we come to you and you accept us, you must fulfill the rules of payment."
"Because we are not goods. We are goods only when you truly accept us."
"If you buy goods, you have to pay for them."
"As for the target, it was me who brought it about."
"I think the factory manager should understand better than me."
Armin's light blue pupils stared at the ugly face of the meat processing factory director.
It is hard to imagine what that ugly face looks like at this moment.
After a long time, he said in silence
"You're right. Take the money and leave quickly."
"Three ghost coins are enough for you to complete the task."
"Not enough, I want the compensation I deserve, ten ghost coins per person."
Armin refused.
If three ghost coins are less than the value of 놛 itself, 놛 will still die.
The director of the meat processing factory suddenly became angry, as if his secret had been exposed. His face trembled and he roared fiercely.
"Go now, you can earn my friendship, and I promise you will have no problems delivering the letter."
"But if you don't leave, you'll become my cargo just like the rest of us!"