Chapter 247: One hundred million a month?! I want to be her dog!
Xi Jinzhi: ???
Before Xi Jinzhi could react, Song Mang said, "Okay, I won't say any more to you. I have to run away quickly.
Just now, the Netherworld sent troops to attack the statue, saying that this copy violated the agreement between gods and ghosts.
The jade statues in this instance have all been crushed, and the instance is ruined! We've all gotten out!
But these ghost soldiers are too fierce, we are no match for them, if we continue to stay here, I am afraid we will be affected too!"
Song Mang hung up the phone directly.
She looked at the Night Wanderer in front of her and said, "This copy was destroyed for no reason. I'm afraid you still have to give an explanation to Youming. I'll trouble you to handle the follow-up matters."
"That's natural."
The Night Wanderer nodded at her.
An ancient mirror with a white jade border floated in front of Song Mang. With a thought, the mirror disappeared, and the strange things in the temple also disappeared.
These strange things in the temple are all the extremely resentful ghosts in the reincarnation mirror.
Now Song Mang has become the owner of the Samsara Mirror. As long as she thinks about it, she can lock all these weird things back into the Samsara Mirror.
She can also release these monsters as she wishes, but whether these monsters will obey her orders and help her, she needs to use another method.
Song Mang suddenly remembered something very important. She said to Ye Youshen, "Oh, you have to help me find someone."
"Who?"
"Yanzhe."
Song Mang used the Samsara Mirror to take a picture of Yan Zhe's appearance, and then showed it to Ye Youshen.
"This person is my senior brother, and he's also a master at making paper weapons. Although the paper weapons he made are a little inferior to the ones I have, he has a great talent for paper making. With more research, he'll probably be able to create even more powerful paper weapons.
I don't have enough paper weapons right now, so I have to find someone to make a batch quickly. I can't let him get away."
"good!"
When the Night Wanderer heard that Yan Zhe could make paper-cut figurines, he used ghost magic to make a copy of the image of the Samsara Mirror and then conveyed it to the 100,000 ghost soldiers around him.
"Arrest this man immediately!"
"yes!"
One hundred thousand ghost soldiers immediately set out to search for Yan Zhe's whereabouts.
Yan Zhe was employed by the statue and was considered one of the NPCs in this copy. Now that the copy was destroyed, the contract he signed with Qingyuxian was no longer effective.
Song Mang was trapped in the temple before, and he had been in the temple all the time, but he just didn't show up.
The Night Wanderer crushed the statue. Feeling something was not good, he left the dungeon area first.
At this moment, he had already run very far away and even burned a paper fighter jet for himself, intending to fly directly from the suburbs of Jiang City to other cities to avoid the limelight.
But what he didn't know was that since he had used the Samsara Mirror, Song Mang could use it to lock onto his breath.
Based on the information provided by Song Mang, the 100,000 ghost soldiers quickly locked onto Yan Zhe's specific location.
Suddenly, layer upon layer of dark clouds appeared in the sky, and armored soldiers were looming in the clouds.
Yan Zhe's paper fighter plane was surrounded and had no way of flying out from these ghost soldiers.
The wind was howling and the gates of hell were wide open.
The voice of the Night Wanderer came from the Ghost Gate, "Are you Yan Zhe? I give you two choices. Either return with me and acknowledge Miss Song as your master, or a hundred thousand ghost soldiers will crush your body and bones, and your soul will be shattered!"
As the Night Wanderer's voice rang out, overwhelming pressure swept towards the fighter jets in the sky.
Yan Zhe's paper fighter plane turned into ashes in an instant!
He fell out and quickly took out another paper weapon to support himself to prevent himself from falling.
Yan Zhe looked towards the Ghost Gate with an ugly expression, "I am a human, she is also a human, and I am also her fellow disciple. How can I acknowledge her as my master? Night Wanderer, even if you are the Yin Marshal, this request is too unreasonable!"
"So you want to be shattered?"
"I……"
Yanzhe's words got stuck in his throat.
At this time, Song Mang slowly said, "Third Brother, working for the statue is working, and working for me is also working. Maybe the treatment here is even better. Why are you so repulsive?
Besides, if you leave here, where else can you go? You slaughtered the Tianyuan Sect, and the Renjian Xuan Sect has long since stopped accepting you. Those cultivators will shout and kill you when they see you, and from now on you can only hide and run.
Yan Zhe looked in the direction of the Ghost Gate and saw that the other side of the Ghost Gate was the scene of the abandoned temple.
Song Mang stood beside the Night Wanderer, with a smile on his lips, looking at him leisurely.
Yan Zhe couldn't help but snort coldly, "You mean, you want to hire me to do something for you? Then you have to tell me clearly what the job is, how much I'll be paid, and what kind of contract we'll sign."
"You're good at making paper-cuts, so of course I'll hire you to do it. The contract we sign is a master-servant contract."
"I won't do it!"
Before Song Mang could finish, Yan Zhe said excitedly, "The contract between me and the statue was not a master-servant contract, so why should I sign a master-servant contract with you?"
He even glanced at the Night Wanderer and said through gritted teeth, "Even if my soul is torn to pieces, I'd rather die than be a woman's dog!"
Song Mang looked regretful. "Oh, that's a shame. I was thinking of giving you a salary of 100 million a month, plus free food and accommodation, free elixirs and high-grade spiritual weapons, and professional bodyguards to protect your safety."
Yanzhe: ???
Seize the young master?
One month less?
Yan Zhe's expression froze instantly, and he reached out to scratch his ears, thinking he was hallucinating.
He seemed to have heard one hundred million?
One hundred million a year?
Damn, before the apocalypse, he was an architect who graduated from a world-renowned university, but he didn’t even get an annual salary of 100 million!
Not to mention after the apocalypse, ghost money is more valuable than earthly money, and Qing Yuxian is a stingy person, so his monthly salary is even less, not even a fraction of what he earned before the apocalypse!
but.
Song Mang wants him to sign a master-servant contract. What if this little girl doesn't acknowledge it after signing?
Now they are saying one hundred million a year, and when the contract is signed, they will only give him one hundred a month, and there is nothing he can do!
Song Mang saw his worry and said, "I never break my promise when hiring people. If you don't believe me, I can transfer one month's salary to you first, and then we can sign the contract."
"real?"
Yan Zhe looked at her doubtfully, then gave Song Mang his Tiandi Bank number.
Song Mang transferred 100 million to him on the spot.
Yan Zhe looked at the long string of numbers that appeared in his Tiandi Bank account and was stunned, "Wait, didn't you just say 100 million a year?
My monthly salary is over 8 million, how could you transfer 100 million directly to me?!"
Song Mang looked at him in surprise, "Third Brother, you're already hard of hearing at such a young age? I'm talking about 100 million a month!"
“What the hell!!!!”
Yan Zhe took a deep breath and calmed down for a long time before saying, "Why didn't you speak louder just now? I couldn't hear you clearly! Do you know what is the most important thing in life?"
Song Mang: "What?"
Yan Zhe directly knocked away a row of ghost soldiers and rushed towards Song Mang, shouting as he rushed -
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