Chapter 253: Since it's good, there's no reason to miss it!

The camera began splitting into countless small screens.

Global viewers felt their scalp go numb, and their sanity values plummeted.

Too ruthless!

Because such situations are everywhere.

Everyone rushed out of the houses like madmen, carrying big and small bags.

The phrase "scraping a living" was visualized to the extreme—

First Stage, if you're a coward, unwilling to risk your life, unwilling to slay monsters.

Then in this Second Stage, you even lose the qualification to be human.

This is survival of the fittest.

Moreover, it's a naked purge targeting the weak.

"This Rule... literally leaves no way to live!"

"No points is a death sentence? Breathing costs money? What the damn underworld version of inflation is this?"

"It's over... the remaining people in Sakura Country this time will probably all become disabled!"

The rabbit‑dies‑fox‑mourns sentiment began to spread.

However.

Dying, indeed.

As if to mock the suffering of all beings, the live broadcast camera suddenly switched, and all split screens merged again.

The screen directly showed the number‑one elder on the leaderboard—

【Jing】!

The next second.

The style... shattered on the spot!

Wanda Tianqu.

Here the ghostly aura is dense, and it's also the most bustling area of the entire Huangquan Night Market.

Along both sides of the road, stalls hanging Human Skin Lanterns are packed tightly.

The cries of vendors rose and fell, exuding an underworld lively vigor.

"Fried Human Heart, fresh out of the pan, crispy!"

"Steamed Dai Pai Da Jiao, meat Q‑elastic!"

"Braised Ghost Hands, this is a craft work..."

Amid these dazzling, nauseating goods.

Su Ming, hands in his pockets, strolled leisurely, taking a casual walk.

【Magu】 has already returned to his side.

Holding a black folding fan in his hand, lightly covering his mouth and nose, a pair of beautiful eyes full of disdain.

"Wang, this is too noisy."

"And these ghosts' business style is too wild, the plating has no aesthetic, just makes you lose appetite."

Su Ming let out a light laugh, saying nothing.

He actually felt it was quite lively, with a bustling atmosphere.

Moreover...

He seemed to have quite a lot of points, so the things he could buy weren't few!

Of course, an hour consumes 3600 points.

If it's ten hours, that's points!

If the night market really lasts that long, even he wouldn't have enough!

"Move aside! Move aside!"

"Can't see? Poor ghost, get out of the way! Don't block the elder's business!"

Ahead, a few misshapen Ghost Merchants were roughly shoving a group of ragged survivors trying to exchange buttons for points.

But when their gaze unintentionally swept over Su Ming, and the string of flashing numbers above his head—

Their expression changed so fast, comparable to Sichuan opera face‑changing!

It was...

The fragrance of money!

A walking treasury, a living God of Wealth!

Over 30,000?!

Where did this big rich man come from?!

No!

It's a walking treasury!

In an instant, the originally ferocious Ghost Merchants, who seemed ready to devour people, instantly had their faces covered with flattering wrinkles.

Their waists bent so low they seemed to want to bury their heads in their pants.

"Yo! Elder, you are auspicious!"

"Brother! Look at this! Freshly fried human oil candle! Light one, feel refreshed, longevity!"

"Elder! Don't listen to him! Come to me! Fresh virgin blood! Beautifying, smooth taste!"

Whoosh!

A group of ghosts directly surrounded Su Ming, leaving no escape.

That enthusiasm was just one step away from kneeling on the spot and shouting "adoptive father".

The worldwide audience was instantly stunned.

The news flooded the feeds.

"Ah?! Is this damn the same instance?"

"Others are cutting flesh to survive, and this guy is enjoying VVIP treatment?"

"Is this the gameplay experience of a pay‑to‑win player?!"

"Money can make ghosts turn the mill; the ancients truly didn't deceive me!"

Su Ming stopped, his gaze lightly sweeping over the group of bowing, fierce ghosts.

Finally, his gaze lingered on a little ghost pushing a unicycle.

On the cart beside it were strings of bright red, sticky sticks.

Upon closer inspection.

It was made from the eyeballs of some unknown creature, coated with a layer of blood‑red syrup, fashioned into candied hawthorn.

Unidentified slime was still dripping down, tick‑tock.

"How much is this thing?"

Su Ming hovered his fingertip and tapped the candied hawthorn.

The little ghost froze, then burst into joy, rubbing his hands in surprised delight.

"Sir! You really know quality!"

"This just came off a Thousand-Mile Eye! Chewy to the max! Bursting with juice!"

"Not pricey! Really not pricey! Only 200 points per stick!"

"If you buy three, I'll give you a broken‑price, 500 points and they're yours!"

The little ghost rubbed his hands, his face full of anticipation.

But the worldwide audience, hearing this, collectively gasped.

How much?!

200 points per stick.

That's several minutes of an ordinary person's life!

Su Ming slightly raised an eyebrow, not replying immediately.

After all…

The Eye of Truth had previously seen these introductions!

Name: Corpse Candy·Grudge Eye

Quality: Normal

Karma Overview: Select eyeballs that have just died and whose resentment hasn't faded, coat them with a century‑old brine simmered from Corpse Oil and brown sugar; the flavor is strong and crunchy!

Effect: After consumption, it can slightly increase the body's Decay aura.

That's actually kind of interesting!

He originally thought these places might all be swindles of fake goods.

But in reality…

They really sell stuff!

Although this Decay aura is negligible.

But it's like people cracking sunflower seeds not to fill up, but to satisfy a craving.

For Magu, who is a Decay aggregate, this thing…

is the best snack.

"Sir? How is it?"

The cart‑pushing little ghost saw Su Ming staring without speaking, thought the deal was going sour, and anxiously scratched his ears and cheek.

"Rest assured! This is fresh out of the pot! The resentment is locked tight; one bite, that's authentic!"

"Whether it's authentic or not, I don't know."

Su Ming lightly tapped the rusted handle with his fingertip, his tone flat.

"But my friend has been a bit snack‑craving lately."

Saying that, he glanced at the Magu beside him.

The woman still maintained composure and restraint.

But those peach‑blossom eyes had already glimmered with Green Light, her throat slightly moving.

Obviously, she was drawn by that unique corrupt sweet flavor.

"Since it's good, there's no reason to miss it."

"And don't charge me per stick."

"Your whole cart, 5000 points, I'll take it all, how about that?!"