The ferryman laughed heartily: "Not bad, since you're so helpful, I'll give you a share after the job is done."
He secretly mocked this fool for revealing his hand from the very beginning. How much he gets in return depends on how much others are willing to give him.
We'll just give him a hundred or two merits as a reward for his hard work. As for a thousand? He's dreaming. This newbie probably doesn't know how precious merits are in the Netherworld.
Seeing the cunning glint in the other person's eyes as they left, Zu An smiled slightly. Everyone thinks they are smart, so let's see who has the last laugh.
Before long, a commotion broke out at the Wangchuan Ferry. Clearly, many candidates were thinking of collecting merits from others, but with only so many ferrymen, a scramble was inevitable.
At this point, the fourth person appeared at the opportune moment, claiming that he could provide merit.
Hearing the outrageous interest rate he shouted, Zu An thought to himself that even those unscrupulous capitalists from his previous life would be speechless.
However, nowadays everyone is focused on winning the top spot, so even knowing that he's asking for an exorbitant amount, they have no choice but to grit their teeth and borrow it.
At this point, even the top three couldn't sit still. If they continued like this, they might actually overtake them and surpass them in merit.
So they also joined the ranks of borrowers.
With the addition of the three of them, the interest rate was driven even higher, making the fourth-ranked person secretly regret that they should have set it higher from the beginning.
At this moment, many people whose rankings were neither high nor low realized that their current merit points were definitely not enough to catch up with the top three. Since that was the case, why didn't they start lending money?
Thinking about it this way, my mind suddenly opened up, and the scene became even more lively.
Only the ferrymen that Zuan initially contacted had long faces. Many people had started to borrow merit points, but the merit points they had spent at great cost were now meaningless. The gap between them and the top three had not only not narrowed, but had widened.
In desperation, they considered selling their merit points as well, but the others weren't stupid. They seemed to know they were in a hurry, so they all started to lower the price. After all, the interest rate had risen too ridiculously before, and even the top three couldn't afford it anymore.
The ferrymen were even more heartbroken, wondering why they were always the ones who suffered.
When interest rates are high, we're accumulating good karma; but when we want to sell, the interest rates have suddenly dropped!
We're getting attacked from both sides!
Not only did they get nothing, they also ended up owing a large sum of money.
It's all that guy's fault.
The anger value from Ferryman A of the River of Oblivion +444 +444 +444...
Anger level from Ferryman B of the River of Oblivion: +444 +444 +444...
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Seeing the anger levels in the background, Zuan was immediately amused. Did these guys not even deserve to have their names?
Indeed, even the Black and White Impermanence are just code names. It seems that after arriving in the Netherworld, everyone gradually forgets their original names.
Fortunately, the keyboard system doesn't seem to be affected by its transformation into undead form.
He tried to call out to Mi Li, but there was no response.
Even though I brought the Tai'a Sword in, wait, will she be erased by the rules of the Netherworld?
The moment the thought crossed his mind, he was startled.
However, he quickly dismissed this conjecture. Mi Li was originally a soul being, and she was protected by a divine artifact like the Tai'a Sword. In addition, the two of them had already been bound together by their souls, so they could be said to have lived and died together. If something happened to her, it was impossible for him not to feel anything at all.
Was it to avoid that mysterious being?
He quickly regained his composure. On the other side, those ferrymen of the River of Oblivion were practically beating their brains out. Now it was his turn to do his job.
Now all the ferrymen of the River of Oblivion are caught up in that financial game, all trying to use various means to get more merit from other competitors, since this is much faster than transporting souls.
Without the ferryman, the souls of the dead gathered more and more on the shore, restless and anxious, instinctively wanting to cross the River of Oblivion, but none daring to go directly into the water.
They were seething with anger, but dared not curse the ferrymen of the River of Oblivion. After all, they would still need these old men to ferry them across later. If they offended them, they might be refused boarding, or if they were on the boat, they might do something bad to them in the middle of the river and be thrown off.
But waiting endlessly like this couldn't go on forever. Gradually, everyone's emotions were about to burst, like a powder keg ready to ignite at any moment.
At this moment, Zuan waved to the dead from the distant riverbank: "This way, this way you can cross the river."
Seeing that there was still a ferryman faithfully performing his duties on the River of Oblivion, many of the departed souls were so moved that they almost cried, and they all ran towards that direction.
Although everyone knew that the small boat couldn't carry so many people in a short time, it was their only hope, so they still rushed towards it in droves.
Seeing that those in front were charging forward, the rest of the dead, though unaware of what was happening, also rushed forward.
The ferrymen on the other side of the River of Oblivion, seeing this scene, secretly sneered. That newbie was incredibly stupid.
Even if he rowed desperately now, how many souls could he send to the other side?
One hundred, two hundred?
Everyone here can easily collect more than that amount in interest, so let's just leave him the leftovers.
After all, he came up with such a great idea, and we haven't even had a chance to thank him yet.
Seeing the growing number of souls gathering ahead, Zu'an nodded in satisfaction. The idea of installment payments and loans he had just given to those people was precisely to prevent them from competing with him for "business" and to gather as many souls as possible.
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