I Am Your Natural Enemy

Chapter 967 - 352: Enhanced Heavenly Destroyer Lone Star, Be My Temple Keeper (5k)_2

If he didn’t know in advance, honestly, he really wouldn’t have contacted Ren Yubao.

Ren Yubao was different from the evil spirit encountered last time. That evil spirit drew people’s luck, burned luck, and there was still some interaction.

After Chen Tao changed Ren Yubao’s destiny, there was really no mysterious interaction that could be glimpsed or felt.

He just greeted you, called you brother, that’s all.

If that’s the case, and someone still finds him, then Wen Yan would accept it!

On the other side, Ren Yubao looked gloomy, still quite worried about his master, even though his master had instructed not to call him master after the change.

But at that time, he just remembered not to call him master and inexplicably forgot everything else and bowed.

On the road, he almost trapped Wen Yan into not escaping the Nether Path, so now he dared not go anywhere and just worked obediently.

He slightly shifted his body, clinging to the outer wall of the small temple, hugging himself, curling up there, not minding the smell of urine coming from the small temple.

"That person is too much, I will help you teach him a lesson."

The Ghost Wealth God thought what an honest ghost, looked so easily bullied, who knows how he was bullied in life, turned into a ghost and still looked easily bullied.

However, being honest is good; it’s easier to coax him.

The Ghost Wealth God didn’t respond; he just blew out a few paper money borrowed from Ren Yubao, sending it floating towards the distance.

The paper money fluttered, almost reaching the drunkard when the drunkard’s throat rolled, his head tilted, and he vomited, spraying the paper money, turning it into black ash on the ground.

The drunkard shook his head, his gaze attracted by the paper money on the ground.

Unfortunately, at that moment, looking at it, the paper money looked like real money but broke into pieces, turned to ashes, covered by filth, only a corner left, still maintaining its illusion.

The drunkard vomited again, slightly sobering up, glanced regretfully, and turned to leave.

Only one corner, can’t exchange it at the bank.

When he was young, he heard that if money was partially damaged, it could be exchanged for good money at the bank; he fancied tearing it in half for exchange, thought he could beat the system, exchange a hundred for two hundred.

Didn’t expect that he would find out, only more than three-quarters could be fully exchanged.

The drunkard, groggy, wobbled away.

The Ghost Wealth God wanted to force a loan, unexpectedly, resolved this way by the drunkard.

The Ghost Wealth God over there was still waiting behind to collect the debt.

Midnight passed, and the Ghost Wealth God couldn’t stand it anymore; running out of capital, he left first.

And as Ren Yubao felt the Ghost Wealth God leave, he also minded the smell of urine from the small temple; he wandered nearby and found a dog’s bowl, exploded by some firecracker, took it to the small river, got some water, and washed the half-person-high small temple several times.

When there was no more smell and no filth to see, Ren Yubao was satisfied, squatting beside it, leaning on the small temple, really watching over the temple here.

The Ghost Wealth God left the small temple, falling all the way below it, across a long void and darkness, the surroundings flickered, and he appeared in another small temple.

This small temple looked like a reflection of the earthly small temple, sparsely surrounded by various small temples.

These small temples were not large; having a proper room is considered big; more were like this half-person high, only holding a statue of a deity inside.

Some didn’t even have a shelter for wind and rain, just a stone, with words written on it.

These were all in areas between compliance and non-compliance.

To say compliant, according to regulations, only after filing and approval, could it be considered a temple.

To say non-compliant, because there were so many, it might just be at the entrance of a village, under the big banyan tree, a stone stood, with words written on the stone, and this was considered the place for the village’s daily deity worship.

No matter how overbearing the Scorching Sun Department is, they wouldn’t forbid villagers from worshipping like this.

And this was the loophole exploited by these Ghost Wealth Gods.

Without a deep understanding of the internal situation in the Divine Land, an understanding of customs, and the Scorching Sun Department, it’s unlikely one could find such precise entry point.

The Ghost of Wealth with an Offensive Smell returned to the square, counted his assets, and then walked out of his small temple.

Outside, there were already some Ghost Wealth Gods with only faces and nothing but a cloud of blackness behind them; at this stage, the atmosphere was relatively harmonious when communicating.

Because up to now, for them, it was a Blue Sea; each person’s territory was just that large; within the territory, the goal of ghosts and living people wouldn’t be exhausted in a short time.

Harvesting some ghosts carried almost no risk, especially those ghosts who came on their own, disappearing without anyone caring.

And here, the directions of advancement were different, the items exchangeable and required were different, resulting in different emphases among these Ghost Wealth Gods, leading to the premise for trade demands.

Ghosts, life souls that hadn’t turned into ghosts, Taoist Ritual Money, Sacrificial Paper Money, were all considered currency, yet not the same type of currency, what could be exchanged was different.

The most precious wasn’t ghosts and life souls but, in fact, the most common Sacrificial Paper Money.

Because there were more and more ghosts, life souls were everywhere, just with high risk.