Chapter 11: What Money Can Make ……

Seeing that the white-clothed ancient evil spirit getting closer and closer, Mo Yuan's heart was in a state of anxiety. Who knew how far things would go, these four people were all in the van right now, and if any of them died, they would be incomparably closer to failing the mission. If all four died, then the mission failed and they would all die under the shadow curse! "Save, save us!" The ponytailed girl screamed, "You all know that the other party is an evil spirit, is there any way to deal with them?" Mo Yuan laughed bitterly, it was obvious that whatever amulets and Hotan Jade the occupants had given him were half useless. He hadn't taken it seriously, but it was just that this current state of affairs still made him despondent inside. Humans facing evil spirits actually did not have the slightest means to counteract them. But just at this time, Qin Ziyuan suddenly opened the car window! Afterward, he grabbed those medieval banknotes that Mo Yuan had brought on board. "You, what are you going to do?" Mo Yuan didn't react for a moment. Then, Qin Ziyuan opened the car window and spilled a large handful of medieval banknotes, ruthlessly! Then he yelled to the back, "Stop chasing us, these are for you!" Then he looked into the rearview mirror, and a gust of wind scraped those medieval banknotes fiercely towards the white-clothed, ancient-suited evil spirit behind him! And then, the figure of that evil spirit disappeared under the countless floating plutonium banknotes …… "It's gone!" Of course, Qin Ziyuan was still very cautious and drove the car for a while longer to make sure that the evil spirit didn't continue to appear in the rearview mirror, and only then did he feel relieved. "Is it really true that money makes the devil go away?" Qin Ziyuan's move just now completely belonged to the dead horse. When he threw the plutonium banknotes just now, he actually didn't think it could succeed at all. But it didn't occur to him that it actually worked. But even after braking, he was still very uneasy. In his hand, he grabbed another handful of plastic banknotes. At this moment, he began to regret whether he had spilled too much just now. For a moment, Lin Xuan in the car grasped the warm plutonium banknotes that were still left in his hand and said, "Is this thing the life path …… of the bloodletter quest?" If so, wasn't that too ironic? "I don't think it's that simple." Qin Ziyuan's view was different, "If this is the way to life, isn't the medieval banknote also giving a bit too much?" "But at least it will be important …… Damn, I should have known that I should have taken a little more just now." Qin Ziyuan's sight didn't leave the rearview mirror for a moment while grasping the plutonium banknotes. And at this time, those four amnesiacs were all in great emotional disarray. Qin Xiaohei pulled Qin Xiaoming and said, "What …… is going on here? I'm also confused?" Qin Xiaoming actually felt even more misplaced, even doubting whether he was still dreaming. "Wait ……," Qin Xiaoming suddenly thought of something and grabbed Lin Xuan's collar as he asked, "What did you just say? A bloodletter quest? What the hell is that? Are you guys on some kind of mission right now? Are you guys from the government?" Lin Xuan stuttered, then busied himself by saying, "No, that's …… we are indeed on a mission, but ……" "I've had enough!" Qin Xiao Hei also came up and grabbed Lin Xuan, then slammed a hard fist on his face and roared, "Fuckin' old me don't want this money, you guys make it clear to me, what's going on here? Why is there some kind of spirit body coming after us for good reason?" "Stop!" Mo Yuan saw this situation and hurriedly came to stop it, but right at this moment, Qin Ziyuan had already quickly pulled out the open-bladed eagle claw knife he had in reserve and set it on Qin Xiaohei's neck. "Let go. You all saw it just now. Now, it's almost time to tell you guys the truth." Before, he didn't say anything about the apartment because even if he did, they wouldn't believe it. But now, it was okay to say it. With the picture that appeared just now, the apartment thing, it wasn't that unbelievable. "To put it simply …… " Qin Ziyuan quickly began to consider organizing his words and said, "We are all residents of a very special apartment …… " Halfway through Qin Ziyuan's sentence, Qin Xiaoming pointed at him in shock and said, "You …… are kidding, right? Do you mean that your shadow is now an evil spirit as well?" "Well, no ……" Qin Ziyuan was most disgusted by this question. He would usually always purposely avoid places where the sunlight was particularly strong and would shine out his shadow. Every time he saw his shadow, Qin Ziyuan would strongly realize that he was a cursed puppet on strings at all times. He manipulated others for his own use within his apartment, in large part in an attempt to flush out such emotions. "Are you saying ……" Qin Xiaolan out trembled and pointed at Qin Ziyuan, "So you're saying that you …… your shadow manipulated you into that apartment? And then if you don't follow the apartment's bloodletter instructions to act …… like this?" Qin Ziyuan nodded and said, "That's it." Qin Xiaohei, on the other hand, asked, "This, this kind of thing, it's too ridiculous, right? You guys are lying to us, right?" "I'm sorry, it's true." Mo Yuan and Qin Ziyuan were different, Qin Ziyuan's face looked like an extremely cunning look, while Mo Yuan's face was just the opposite, completely righteous, no make-up to play the military police are absolutely no incongruity sense. For a while, the van was silent. "Then ……" Qin Xiaoming looked at Mo Yuan and asked carefully, "How did you get into …… that apartment in the first place? " Mo Yuan's face instantly turned white, his lips mumbling, not knowing how to answer. And Qin Ziyuan immediately digressed and said, "I entered the apartment because I was running around selling insurance at that time, and I ended up entering that alley." Qin Ziyuan knew that the reason for entering the apartment was the biggest pain in Mo Yuan's heart. Therefore, he helped Mo Yuan avoid this question that would cause him immense embarrassment. "Insurance salesman?" "I used to be the company's number one insurance salesperson of the year. Now, of course, it's resigned." Qin Ziyuan felt incredible when he first learned about insurance, something that could rely on human disasters for money. When he was a child, he had always lived in an environment of domestic violence. His father had beaten his mother and himself countless times, yet no matter how many times the police were called, it was impossible to permanently put his father in jail. So, he once entertained the idea of going to get an insurance policy on his father and killing him. The horrible thought of killing his father had occurred to him more than once. Ever since he was a child he had been studying how to kill without being detected, but in the end he had given up. He didn't dare to actually kill someone. However, his father's reliance on domestic violence from a young age while causing him and his mother to be powerless to fight back at all had caused him to highly admire violence since he was a child. Although countless people had opposed and refuted the use of violence as a means of countering violence, using countless reasons to expound on the error of homomorphic revenge, Qin Ziyuan had always believed that using violence as a means of countering violence was the best means of countering violence, and that homomorphic revenge was the highest form of justice!