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

Chapter 247: One hundred million a month?! I want to be her dog!
Xi Jinzhi: ???

Before Xi Jinzhi could respond, Song Mang said, "Okay, I won't talk to you any more. I have to run away.

Just now, the Netherworld sent soldiers to attack the statue, saying that this copy violated the agreement between gods and ghosts.

The jade statues in this instance were all crushed, and the instance was destroyed! We are all out!
But these ghost soldiers are too fierce, we are no match for them, if we continue to stay here, I am afraid we will be affected too!"

Song Mang hung up the phone directly.

She looked at the Night Walker in front of her and said, "This copy was destroyed for no reason. I'm afraid you have to give an explanation to Youming. Then I'll trouble you to handle the follow-up matters."

"That's natural."

The Night Walker nodded at her.

The simple mirror with white jade border floated in front of Song Mang. As soon as she thought about it, the mirror disappeared, and the strange things in the temple also disappeared.

All these strange things in the temple are the extremely resentful ghosts in the reincarnation mirror.

Now that Song Mang has become the owner of the Samsara Mirror, as long as she thinks about it, she can put all these weird things back into the Samsara Mirror.

She can also release these monsters as she wishes, but whether these monsters will obey her orders and help her do things requires another method.

Song Mang suddenly remembered something very important, and she said to Ye Youshen, "By the way, you have to help me find someone."

"who?"

"Yanzhe."

Song Mang used the Reincarnation Mirror to take a picture of Yan Zhe's appearance, and then showed it to Night Wanderer.

"This person is my senior brother, and he is also an expert at making paper weapons. Although the paper weapons he made are not as good as the ones I have, he has a very high talent for paper making. If he studies it for a while longer, he will probably be able to make even more powerful paper weapons.

I don’t have enough paper weapons now, so I have to find someone to make a batch of them. I can’t let him get away.”

"it is good!"

When the Night Wandering God heard that Yan Zhe was able to make paper-cut figurines, he used ghost magic to make a copy of the image of the Samsara Mirror and then passed it on to the 100,000 ghost soldiers around him.

"Arrest this man immediately!"

"Yes!"

One hundred thousand ghost soldiers were immediately dispatched to search for Yan Zhe's whereabouts.

Yan Zhe was employed by the statue and was considered one of the NPCs in this copy. Now that the copy has been destroyed, the contract he signed with Qingyuxian is no longer effective.

Song Mang was trapped in the temple before, and he had been in the temple all the time, but he just didn't show up.

The Night Wandering God crushed the statue. Feeling something was not good, he left the dungeon area first.

At this moment, he had already run very far away and even burned a paper fighter jet for himself, intending to fly directly from the suburbs of Jiang City to other cities to avoid the limelight.

But what he didn't know was that after he used the Samsara Mirror, Song Mang could use it to lock onto his breath.

Based on the information provided by Song Mang, the 100,000 ghost soldiers quickly locked onto Yan Zhe's specific location.

Suddenly, there were layers of dark clouds in the sky, and armored soldiers were looming in the clouds.

Yan Zhe's paper fighter was surrounded and had no way of flying out from these evil soldiers.

The wind was howling and the gates of hell were wide open.

The voice of the Night Wanderer came from the ghost gate, "Are you Yan Zhe? I give you two choices. Either you go back with me and recognize Miss Song as your master, or you will be crushed to pieces by a hundred thousand ghost soldiers!"

As the Night Wanderer's voice rang out, overwhelming pressure swept towards the fighter jets in the air.

Yan Zhe's paper fighter turned into ashes in an instant! He fell out and quickly took out another paper weapon to hold himself up to prevent himself from falling.

Yan Zhe looked towards the ghost gate with an ugly expression, "I am a human, she is also a human, and I am also her fellow disciple. How can I recognize her as my master? Night Wanderer, even if you are the Yin Marshal, this request is too unreasonable!"

"So you want to be torn apart?"

"I……"

Yanzhe's words got stuck in his throat.

At this time, Song Mang slowly said, "Third Brother, working for the statue is working, and working for me is also working. Maybe the treatment here is even better. Why are you so repulsive?
Besides, if you leave here, where else can you go? You slaughtered the Tianyuan Sect, and the Renjian Xuan Sect has long since stopped accepting you. When those cultivators see you, they will want to kill you. From now on, you can only hide and flee. "

Yan Zhe looked in the direction of the Ghost Gate and saw the scene of the abandoned temple on the other side of the Ghost Gate.

Song Mang stood beside the Night Wandering God, with a smile on his lips, looking at him leisurely.

Yan Zhe couldn't help but snorted coldly, "You mean, you want to hire me to do something for you? Then you have to tell me clearly what kind of work, how much I will be paid, and what kind of contract I will sign."

"You are good at making paper-cuts, so of course I will hire you to do it. The contract we sign is a master-servant contract."

"I will not do it!"

Before Song Mang could finish, Yan Zhe said excitedly, "The contract between me and the statue was not a master-servant contract, so why should I sign a master-servant contract with you?"

He even glanced at the Night Walker and said through gritted teeth, "Even if my soul is torn to pieces, I would rather die than be a woman's dog!"

Song Mang looked regretful. "Is that so? That's such a pity. I wanted to offer you a salary of 100 million a month, and also provide you with food and accommodation, free elixirs and high-quality spiritual weapons, and professional bodyguards to protect your safety."

Yanzhe: ?????
Take less?

One month less?

Yan Zhe's expression froze on his face instantly, and he reached out to scratch his ears, thinking he was hallucinating.

He seemed to have heard one hundred million?

One hundred million a year?

Damn, before the apocalypse, he was an architect who graduated from a world-renowned university, but he didn’t even get an annual salary of 100 million!
Not to mention after the apocalypse, ghost money is more valuable than earthly money, and Qing Yuxian is a stingy person, so his monthly salary is even less, not even a fraction of what he earned before the apocalypse!

but.

Song Mang wants him to sign a master-servant contract. What if this little girl doesn't acknowledge it after signing?
Now they are saying one hundred million a year, and when the contract is signed, they will only give him one hundred a month, and there is nothing he can do about it!

Song Mang saw his worry, so he said, "I never break my promise when I hire someone. If you don't believe me, I can transfer one month's salary to you first, and then we can sign the contract."

"Really?"

Yan Zhe looked at her doubtfully, then gave his Tiandi Bank number to Song Mang.

Song Mang transferred 100 million to him on the spot.

Yan Zhe was stunned when he saw the long string of numbers in the Tiandi Bank account, "Wait, didn't you say 100 million a year?
My monthly salary is over 8 million, how come you transferred 100 million directly to me?!"

Song Mang looked at him in surprise, "Third Senior Brother, you are hard of hearing at such a young age? I said 100 million a month!"

"Fuck!!!"

Yan Zhe took a deep breath and calmed down for a long time before saying, "Why didn't you speak louder just now? I didn't hear you clearly! Do you know what is the most important thing in life?"

Song Mang: "What?"

Yan Zhe directly knocked away a row of ghost soldiers and rushed towards Song Mang, shouting as he rushed -