The wind was cold and the weeds were growing thickly.
The survivors knelt on the ground and howled, shouting and kowtowing, finally attracting the attention of the God of Wealth, Wang Xuan.
He turned slowly,
In the expectant eyes of the survivors,
Speak two words clearly...
"Robbery!"
Everyone was stunned.
In their confused eyes, the God of Wealth Wang Xuan flicked his sleeves, and sprinkled a festive red silk-like halo on them.
Buzz!
All the objects on their bodies trembled, and then emitted white light of varying brightness.
The survivors looked at each other in surprise and suspicion.
"Why are the things on us glowing?"
"Your watch is so dazzling!"
"I get it! The more valuable something is, the brighter it is!"
The next second, a strange scene happened.
The watch unbuttoned automatically, the wallet jumped out of the pocket, and the mobile phone circled and flew up. All the objects defied gravity and floated from bottom to top towards the basil in the hands of the God of Wealth Wang Xuan.
The closer you get to the basil,
The smaller the item.
Finally, in a burst of fluorescent white light, all these objects sank into the first layer of the basil and disappeared from the sight of the survivors.
The survivors stood there in a daze.
"Take money from others and help them get rid of disasters."
The God of Wealth Wang Xuan said slowly: "Stop crying, tell me how you got into this place?"
Hearing this, everyone suddenly became excited.
"We are part of a tour group! God of Wealth, help us!"
"There's a ghost in the village! Many of us died!"
"My watch is worth four hundred thousand. If you want to save people, you must save me first. I will burn incense for you every day!"
The God of Wealth, Wang Xuan, frowned slightly.
At this time, Lin Ying said, "Master God of Wealth, we came to Kunlun Mountain for a trip, but we got lost due to the bad weather and ended up here by mistake."
The God of Wealth Wang Xuan's brows relaxed and he gave Lin Ying an approving look.
Everyone else was begging for a living, only Lin Ying answered His question.
Stumbled here...
He looked thoughtful.
Lin Ying stared straight at the face of the God of Wealth, Wang Xuan.
The more she looked at him, the more familiar the God of Wealth Wang Xuan looked to her. She was almost certain that they had seen him before, but she just couldn't remember where he was.
But where have I seen him before
I have been staying in school all this time...
The God of Wealth Wang Xuan hesitated for two seconds and said, "Oh—"
The survivors looked at the God of Wealth Wang Xuan with anticipation, and then they saw the God of Wealth Wang Xuan turn around as if nothing had happened.
survivor:
Isn’t it said that taking money from people can help them get rid of disasters
"Master God of Wealth?"
"Why did you turn around?"
"God of Wealth?"
The God of Wealth Wang Xuan ignored the survivors' calls and asked the pale ghost in front of him, "Where is he?"
The survivors looked at the pale shadows in fear. Only then did they see what these things looked like.
They are no different from the evil spirits in movies and TV shows.
His figure was erratic, his skin was gray, and his eyes were full of resentment.
But the expression was a little strange, and the stiff face was filled with a stiff smile that was uglier than crying.
Even though the smile is so ugly, you still have to smile.
It's just short of having "bully the weak and fear the strong" engraved on his forehead.
But if you ask a ghost a question, will it answer
＜O quack quack…
The evil spirits remained silent.
The God of Wealth Wang Xuan looked annoyed: "You are so shameless!"
He rolled up his sleeves and pounced towards the evil spirits without caring about his image at all.
Boom! Bang! Bang!
Duang!
Under the stunned gaze of the survivors, the God of Wealth Wang Xuan swung the big ingot and basil with great force, chasing dozens of ghosts around the street.
The evil ghosts were so scared that they ran away and hid in the alleys.
"Run? I'll see where you run to!"
The God of Wealth Wang Xuan snorted coldly and transformed himself into dozens of incarnations. Each incarnation caught a fierce ghost and beat it up, muttering to himself as he beat it.
"Pretend to be mute, right?"
"Well done!"
"I will cure you of this bad habit right now!"
In an instant, the whole village was filled with mournful cries, which made everyone sad and shed tears.
“Wuwuwuwu…”
There are ghosts everywhere, and everywhere there is the God of Wealth riding on ghosts.
Suddenly, the survivors had an illusion that they had not strayed into the ghost village, but that the ghosts had strayed into the God of Wealth village...
"I just heard the howling of wolves, the crying of ghosts, and saw the living God of Wealth. This trip is really worth it!" Someone murmured, "It would be even better if we can get out alive."
"Why is the God of Wealth so awesome?"
"Isn't this nonsense? Are there any people who are not awesome when it comes to managing money?"
A few minutes later,
The bodies of the evil spirits were almost shattered.
Only then did the God of Wealth, Wang Xuan, let them go.
The God of Wealth Wang Xuan reluctantly removed his incarnation, gathered the evil spirits together again, and then took out a large stack of gray-white banknotes from his sleeve.
The surrounding temperature dropped two degrees out of nowhere, and the survivors shivered with cold.
"Yin money!"
Someone recognized the gray-white banknote in His hand.
Others asked, "What is Yinchao?"
"Yinchao is the money of the dead!" the man explained fearfully, "In the folk customs of my hometown, the money of the dead can be used to bribe the ghost messengers in the underworld, redeem the sins committed in life, and have a good rebirth in the next life!"
Others wondered, "If you have money, you don't have to go to hell?"
"Yin notes are not the smuggled money from the Tiandi Bank!" the man whispered, "No matter how much money you have in the world, you can't exchange it for a Yin note. That's the real money of the dead!"
"Will the God of Wealth give them money?" someone asked angrily. "What is this? Medical expenses? Doesn't He know that these ghosts have killed many of us?"
Another person blocked his mouth: "Don't talk nonsense!"
Lin Ying looked at the God of Wealth Wang Xuan quietly. She felt that the God of Wealth would not give money to ghosts, and even if he did, there must be other meanings behind it.
The God of Wealth, Wang Xuan, grabbed the ghost banknotes and waved them in front of the evil spirits.
He changed his ferocious expression and said softly, "I'm sorry, I was impulsive just now. As compensation, these are all yours!"
After saying that, he gave each ghost a few ghost banknotes.
It seemed that none of these evil spirits were very smart. They held the Yin banknotes as if they had seen their relatives, and the resentful aura on their bodies dissipated a lot at once.
"Fuck! How can the God of Wealth really give money to ghosts?" The man whose mouth was blocked said, "What kind of God of Wealth is he? Does he know who gave him the incense?"
The other survivors were silent.
They were also a little indignant, but they didn't dare to say it out loud, for fear that the God of Wealth would not save them after hearing it.
"Where is he?" God of Wealth Wang Xuan said calmly, "If anyone can answer me..."
He smiled and held up a bundle of Yin banknotes, the meaning of which was self-evident.
There must be a brave ghost under a big reward
"I... I said..."
A ghost that looked like a child opened its mouth, but the voice came out from its chest, hoarse and hollow.
"He's just... just... "