The strangeness has come, I am a god with trillions of ghost money

Chapter 126 Are you selling this opera house?
Seeing such a tall stack of paper money suddenly appear on the table, all with a face value of one thousand yuan, the other weirdos exclaimed and widened their eyes.

If it weren't for the Sword Master's powerful aura that intimidated them, many monsters would have rushed over and snatched a few cards to hide for their own use!

The Sword Master didn't expect Song Mang to be so generous. He said he would give him 10 million and he could take out so much money on the spot.

He came to the table and carefully counted all the paper money on the table.

"Ten thousand tickets equals ten million!"

The Sword Master said in surprise.

At first he was a little worried that it was counterfeit money.

But he can deposit these ghost money in the virtual account of Tiandi Bank, which means that these ghost money are not fake, and fake ones cannot be deposited!
"It is indeed a genuine 10 million!"

The Sword Master deposited all the ghost money into the Bank of Heaven and Earth and gave Song Mang a thumbs up.

"Little girl, you really keep your word. I'm convinced! I'll sign a contract with you right away!"

Song Mang bought the contract on the weird app.

When the man and the ghost signed the contract, Yin Shuai was watching beside them, causing gusts of cold wind to blow around them.

A sinister voice came over and said, "Little girl, isn't it a bit of a waste for you to spend so much money on hiring a subordinate who is about to die?"

Yin Shuai also looked at the Sword Saint and said, "You are so badly injured that you only have the strength of a demon now. If you don't have my blood pool to heal your wounds, you will soon die.

Although I give you a low salary, if you lose your soul, you will lose everything.

If you sign a contract with someone else, I will not help other people's men recover their skills!"

The Sword Saint said dissatisfiedly, "You already knew that I didn't take the Blood Pond's Dark Blood Pearl, but you just used this as an excuse to force me to be your subordinate. You are too insidious!"

"hehe."

Yin Shuai sneered and said nonchalantly, "I can use the Dark Blood Pearl to set up a blood formation, so I can naturally feel the breath of the Dark Blood Pearl. I sensed that the Dark Blood Pearl is not on you, which means you didn't take it.

If you don't get the Blood Pearl, you won't be able to recover your cultivation. Now only I can help you! The Blood Pearl in the Blood Pool is lost, but I still have a spare one!"

However, Yin Shuai could only sense that the Sword Saint did not have the Dark Blood Pearl on him, but he did not know where the Dark Blood Pearl had gone.

Song Mang placed the Dark Blood Pearl in the storage space, and he had Hell-level and Ghost Immortal-level ghost cards on him to conceal his aura, so even Yin Shuai couldn't detect it.

"This……"

After hearing what Yin Shuai said, the Sword Master became hesitant, not knowing whether he should sign the contract.

He was very tempted by the conditions offered by Song Mang and volunteered to do things for her, but he needed the Dark Blood Pearl to save his life!

If he agreed to Song Mang, he would not be able to get Yin Shuai's help and would soon be seriously injured and die.

But if he agreed to Yin Shuai, his monthly salary would be reduced by a hundred times! How could he be willing to be a slave to Yin Shuai for his whole life?
"Don't worry."

Song Mang gave the Sword Saint a reassuring look, "I will find a way to cure you. I have so much money, what are you afraid of? I hired you, so I won't let you die easily!"

The Sword Master thought for a moment and asked, "Then do you need to deduct the money you pay for my treatment from my salary?"

Song Mang waved his hand generously, "No need!"

"Damn, there's also medical insurance. I'll definitely follow you then!"

The Sword Master signed a master-servant contract with Song Mang without any hesitation, and no one could stop him!

[??? Can you give me a boss like this? I can do anything I want!]

[Help! Why is she still using medical insurance for Guiyi? Is this reasonable? It looks like she is still fully reimbursed! ]

[Family, I will commit suicide and become a weirdo now, and then I will wait for Song Mang on the street and become her employee. Do you think it is feasible? ] Song Mang also looked at the other weirdos and said, "If you become my employee, you don't have to worry about getting hurt. I will pay for the treatment for free. As long as you can do things for me, money is not a problem!"

After Song Mang finished speaking, he asked the Sword Master to choose a car and burned the paper car for him on the spot. He also burned the helicopter.

Inside the huge dance hall, there appeared a military green off-road vehicle and a brand new helicopter.

The Sword Master happily held the rocket launcher and walked towards the off-road vehicle. "You guys can chat slowly while I drive out for a spin. I've never driven such a cool off-road vehicle before. I'll test drive the helicopter later!"

Song Mang asked him, "Can you fly a helicopter?"

"Ah? No way."

"I'll send you a video. You can watch it and learn it yourself. You can learn it first and then fly a helicopter."

"Ok."

The Sword Master scratched his head and took out an old-fashioned phone. "My phone number is 180*******. Please send me the video."

Song Mang: ????

Song Mang's mouth twitched, "Why are you still using this antique? You can't watch videos on this phone!"

"It seems so."

The Sword Master scratched his head again and said helplessly, "I have been dead for too long. This phone was burned for me by one of my great-grandson many years ago.

They haven't bought me any new stuff in these years, and I don't know what kind of phone can watch videos.

Tell me what kind of mobile phone can watch videos, and I'll drive out and buy one later."

"No need to buy it, I'll burn one for you."

Song Mang took out a paper version of iPhone 16 Pro max on the spot and burned it to the Sword Saint.

Other ghosts: ???

audience:? ? ?
[Fuck, I'm really jealous! I hung my boss up and beat him up all night, but he still owes me my salary, not to mention giving me a cell phone, a luxury car, and a helicopter!]

[I haven’t even used the real iPhone 16 Pro max, how come I’m using this weird thing! ]

[Don't stop me, I want to die right now! I want to be a ghost, I want to be an employee of Song Mang! ]

A group of ghost soldiers nearby couldn't help whispering when they saw that the Sword Master had received so many things.

"His gift package for joining the company is so luxurious, it contains things I have never seen before!"

"I just heard the lady tell a ghost that this rich woman pays her evil ghost employees a million a month!"

"What? A demon ghost can make one million a month? Then what's the point of a ghost general like me only making thirty thousand a month?"

"She also provides medical insurance, so no matter what dangerous things we do, we don't have to worry about it!"

"Fuck, is she still hiring?!"

As soon as these ghost soldiers finished muttering, they felt a powerful and cold pressure enveloping them, scaring them so much that they dared not speak anymore.

Yin Shuai glanced in the direction of these Yin soldiers and was extremely speechless.

He didn't expect that these evil soldiers and generals who had followed him for many years had not had their morale shaken when they were in danger of death on the battlefield, but had their morale shaken after visiting the opera house!
Yin Shuai looked at Song Mang's back coldly, with a strong murderous intent surged in his heart.

Although he didn't know where this woman got so many assets, she actually dared to snatch the master he had set his eyes on and shook the morale of the troops in public, which might very well cause these ghost soldiers to think of rebellion!
He must deal with her, otherwise the ghost soldiers under his command might always think about following others!
A murderous and violent aura suddenly emerged from Yin Shuai's body and locked onto Song Mang.

But Song Mang seemed to be fine, as if he could not feel his terrifying pressure at all, and walked towards him, "Are you selling this opera house?"

(End of this chapter)