Chapter 313

Crimson blood dripped down, and a strong smell of blood permeated the seats. The crowd that Fursoles had finally appeased exploded, and the rapidly spreading collective panic could no longer be suppressed. The screams and crying of the female staff mixed with the roars of the male staff, and everyone fled in all directions in a panic, crawling over chairs with their hands and feet to run around.

The shoulder-to-shoulder crowd roared up and roared away, like a pot of boiling water being suddenly splashed in all directions, almost causing a stampede accident.

Xia Yubing was bumped and staggered, leaning on the armrest to barely maintain her body balance. Looking up, she saw Ning Zhe was still there, his expression still indifferent. He didn't care about the chaos around him at all, holding the blood-stained girl's corpse with one hand and remaining motionless.

Seeing that the people around had almost run away, Ning Zhe silently reached into his bosom and fished out 4 copper coins.

Fan Daike had met Ji Bochang before, and now it was this identity's third time buying a life from the God of Wealth.

"Please, God of Wealth, appear."

Ding—it was the sound of copper coins hitting the ground.

Fursoles, who was squatting on the ground, stood up with difficulty holding the armrest and looked up abruptly. A headless ghost shadow with a skinny body, sallow skin, and wearing a wide Confucian robe appeared on the empty audience seats.

Fursoles' face turned pale instantly: "... God of Wealth?"

As the young master of the Milicato family, he had heard of the existence of a strange god in the distant Kyushu continent who could bring the dead back to life and flesh and bones, but he didn't know the specific situation. He is not a Marquis of the Dai Ke family and doesn't have the qualifications and channels to obtain the precious life-buying money of Europe.

But this didn't prevent him from making a judgment at this moment.

The audience seats were empty. Ning Zhe placed Shalishali on the seat and put 4 copper coins into the God of Wealth's skinny palm.

"I am buying her life." Ning Zhe said.

Before the words fell, Fursoles turned and ran, without saying a word of nonsense.

4 copper coins ding-ding-dang-dang fell into the God of Wealth's pocket. The blood stains on Ning Zhe's clothes disappeared accordingly, the wet carpet became dry again, as if it had never been soaked by blood. The blood-stained skull fragments scattered on the seats also disappeared, and in contrast, the blood hole on the girl's head was also healing itself.

Vitality returned to the empty and unfocused purple eyes. Shalishali's eyes focused, and a man's expressionless face came into view.

"Father?"

An inappropriate word slipped out subconsciously. Shalishali hurriedly covered her mouth with both hands, widened her eyes, and stared in terror at the man in front of her, as well as her own broken life.

First surprise, then confusion, and finally fear. Various emotions appeared on the girl's face in order with layers. The theater was very empty, and there were only Ning Zhe, Xia Yubing, and Shalishali in the messy audience seats, as well as an old, headless evil ghost.

After accepting Ning Zhe's copper coins, the God of Wealth came to Xia Yubing's side and reached out a skinny palm in front of her.

This is the rule of Wealth Wu Tong: forced buying and selling.

All living beings who come to the clouds are guests; it is easy to invite a god but difficult to send one away. No matter who you are, as long as you see the God of Wealth, you must do business with Him, even if Xia Yubing had just spent money to buy her life from Him only a few minutes ago.

The first time was in Zanjue Town, the second time was in the viewing box upstairs just now, and this is the third time Xia Yubing is doing business with the God of Wealth.

The buying price for the third transaction is: 4 copper coins for 1 life.

The selling price is: 4 human lives for 1 copper coin. This is also the rule of Wealth Wu Tong: raising prices on the spot.

"Listen, I need to know what you encountered just now. Tell me everything you know." Ning Zhe looked down at Shalishali, his flat voice allowing no rebuttal.

Shalishali's body trembled abruptly, and the whole person bounced up from the seat as if responding to a stimulus, only to be forcibly pressed back by Ning Zhe with absolute strength. The veins on the back of his thick hand bulged, as if he were about to crush her delicate bones.

Ning Zhe pressed both shoulders of the girl with both hands, pinning her to the seat so she couldn't move: "I'll say it again, tell me everything you experienced just now, otherwise you can go die right now."

Shalishali's fear grew even more. Looking up, she only saw that "Father's" face was so familiar, but the cold alienation in the depths of his eyes was so strange.

Is this what Father originally looked like?

Thinking of her life in the past 16 years that was as real and illusory as a bubble, as well as her pathetic present of being sent to the auction block as an "item," Shalishali's lips turned pale, and she nodded tremblingly: "I'll say it, I'll listen to you, Father..."

"Very good." Ning Zhe let go and stood up, fished out 4 copper coins and handed them to Xia Yubing, turned his head to Shalishali and said: "First, what's with the gunshot wound on your head? Were you shot by someone?"

"Hmm..." Shalishali nodded.

"Who fired the shot? Do you have an impression?"

"Yes, yes." Shalishali nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, timidly saying: "It was the makeup artist sister sitting next to me."

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"Makeup artist?" Ning Zhe raised his eyebrows, a bit surprised: "Who specifically, Anna or Mary?"

"It was Mary, Ms. Mary."

"It was Mary..." Ning Zhe smacked his lips, his expression thoughtful.

Xia Yubing on the side had already completed the 3rd transaction with the God of Wealth. The God of Wealth, who received the money, slowly disappeared into the audience seats, probably to find those staff members who had run away in all directions. Some of them had slower legs and couldn't run out of the hall in time, so they "met" the God of Wealth.

Watching the God of Wealth's back disappear into the darkness, Xia Yubing turned around and looked at the girl trembling on the chair with Ning Zhe, as if seeing herself trembling in Zanjue Town.

"The one who killed this time wasn't the ghost, but the people who disappeared with Shalishali..." Xia Yubing muttered to herself.

"Tell me in more detail." Ning Zhe asked next: "From the sudden disappearance of others in your perspective, to you being shot to death by Mary, tell me everything you experienced in between, and everything you saw, in every detail."

How did he know that others in my perspective disappeared suddenly? Shalishali was a bit surprised, but still nodded obediently: "Okay, Father."

Taking a deep breath, Shalishali organized her language and said: "I... just now sitting in the audience seats, lowering my head thinking about things, just in the blink of an eye, suddenly, everyone around disappeared, and everywhere was empty, leaving only me and the 2 makeup artist ladies next to me, as well as 2 gentlemen sitting in the same row. Besides that, there was nothing, as if everyone in the world except the 5 of us had disappeared..."

"It was extremely quiet around, but soon, Ms. Anna discovered the 6th person. He was in the audience seats in front of us, tall and thin, looking like a gentleman, wearing tattered clothes, with an old, broken sack over his head, just like a beggar..."

Shalishali hadn't seen a real beggar, but had read in books that such people existed... although she might be worse than a beggar now. Beggars and homeless people are at least free.

"That beggar gentleman didn't say a word and walked toward us. A stench of corpses drifted over. Only then did we discover that his skin was gray-white, without a trace of blood, and covered with spots of corpse spots, just like a zombie in a doomsday game..."

(End of this chapter)