I Am Your Natural Enemy

Chapter 983 - 357: Erased by the World, Can’t Make Money Anymore (5k)_3

If you just walk past, it won’t affect the people around; only Ren Yubao himself will be dirt poor.

But if you sit in one place without moving, for more than a day’s time, then the power will begin to gradually affect those around, the power gradually accumulates, and the range of influence will start to rise steadily.

It’s just luck in wealth, which originally wouldn’t be a serious issue.

But here, so-called money includes lost souls, life souls, paper money and a series of other things.

When the wealth luck is affected, these Ghost Wealth Gods shouldn’t dream of making money smoothly.

They cannot make money, which means they cannot harm people, cannot con ghosts.

The big move by the Scorching Sun Department requires time.

Such a large-scale operation, synchronously conducted by the Scorching Sun Department across at least twenty commanderies, cannot be thwarted just because of one or two people.

Because in that case, the future victims might be several hundred times several thousand times the current number.

Wen Yan doesn’t think he can save many people, he just finds that Ghost of Wealth with an Offensive Smell extremely displeasing, especially when he sees the data, he gets furious upon seeing the smiling photo of that bald kid.

This is just perfect, with the conditions met, why not give it a try.

Unexpectedly, with a flick of a finger, it was wiped cleanly without leaving any rubbish, isn’t that just perfect.

Moreover, these ghostly things, don’t they consider life souls and lost souls as wealth? Then he would insert an undercover agent with the Pauper’s Radiance Halo to sit around inside.

You still want to make money?

You might as well hammer nails for money!

Ren Yubao not moving a muscle, as time flows by, the power of the Pauper’s Radiance Halo starts brewing gradually.

On the second day, when a group of Ghost Wealth Gods finished their shifts, meeting in groups of familiar peers, some people already started to complain, another night of busy work for nothing.

Some even started to sigh, originally thinking today was a sure thing to handle a gambler, unexpectedly, that gambler didn’t show up today, heard he hasn’t lost all his money yet.

On the third day, no business all day, not even a single ghost, let alone life souls, more and more Ghost Wealth Gods were experiencing this.

"Do you still have any sacrificial paper money left? Exchange some with me."

"What’s up?"

"Threw out quite a bit of cost, but kept getting no returns, the sacrificial paper money I exchanged ran out."

"What are you using for exchange? Sacrificial paper money or black pearls?"

"Black pearls then, there isn’t any new sacrificial paper money anyway, maybe it’s not a sacrificial season recently, those ghosts don’t have any either."

The speaking Ghost Wealth God looked heartbroken, black pearls are the transformation of ghost soul bodies, white pearls are the transformation of life souls.

Using pearls to exchange for paper money, exchange too little, they are not happy, exchange too much, the other party is not happy, just depends on whose need is stronger, anyway, it always results in loss.

"I don’t have much here either, afraid it’s not enough to exchange for you, do you have anything else?"

"Then exchange a bit less, just exchange a bit less..."

Ren Yubao stayed in his little temple without going out, like became a recluse, coldly watching everything outside.

Anyway, recently the hatred for the Ghost of Wealth with an Offensive Smell is quite high, other Ghost Wealth Gods are too lazy to bother him.

The Ghost Wealth Gods with needs wouldn’t come to him for exchange either, they were afraid of exchanging for something contaminated with impurities, ruining their savings.

He sat there alone enjoyed having peace and tranquility.

A Ghost Wealth God floated out from a small temple far away, the Ghost Wealth God who was looking for someone to exchange money instantly floated over.

"Little Zhou, do you still have any sacrificial paper money? I’ll exchange some with you."

"None left, all gone, damn it..." Zhou Xiaorong cursed vividly, the surrounding Ghost Wealth Gods expressed sympathy on the surface.

Zhou Xiaorong’s pockets were cleaner than his face now, truly not a single sacrificial paper money left.

He’s here purely to gather intelligence.

Having no money is even better, with no money, other Ghost Wealth Gods wouldn’t waste energies noticing him.

Zhou Xiaorong sat around listening to the adjacent Ghost Wealth Gods complain.

"Low sacrificial season, it’s really hard to make money."

"Sigh, wait until next month, next month when it gets colder, then it’s the yearly busy death season."

"Indeed, at that time, after a heavy snow, it’ll be just perfect."

"Really envy the north, when winter comes, a few random falls, accidents here and there, the performance is easy to boost."

"Tsk, don’t think I don’t know, your small temple is beside the water, that place year-round, how many people drown there, just cajole those newly dead who know nothing and they’re easily handled."

"Stop mentioning it, not a single drowning now, it used to be true, so many kids, now not a single strand."

"What happened? Could the Scorching Sun Department build boundary walls along the entire river and lock it up?"

"Ever since Nanwu County granted a position of Water Demon Water God, you don’t know, once the news spread, those water demons immediately went overboard.

The Scorching Sun Department hasn’t made any promises, those crazy water demons, upon seeing someone fall into the water, immediately hoist them ashore.

There’s a crazy Carp Demon in Haidong Prefecture, not seeking a Water God position, just seeking a full belly.

After it saved a few people, those over there use forklifts to unload feed when feeding fish!

Do you know what a forklift is!

That crazy Carp Demon, has grown to over two hundred pounds and still eats!

Which household’s proper demon doesn’t seek a Water God position, only seeks a full meal?

Those folks are also a bunch of wealthy crazies, when they feed fish, they start with a ton of feed.

All a bunch of crazies! Nuts! Sick!"

Ghost Wealth God’s mindset crumbled a bit talking about this.

Originally in that place, decades ago, each year they drowned a few, all kids knowing nothing.

Adding fences, nets, patrols, warning signs, had no use, still each year.

His small temple was by the river, hey, like waiting for rabbits, never failed.

But these couple of months, things suddenly changed, except those fisherman failing to catch fish, feeding fish instead.

Even rich folks using trucks to haul feed, during holidays and festivals, adding fresh ingredients, eating well.

At mealtimes, every time there are seven or eight water demons coming for meals.

In such cases, even if you jump into the river with concrete blocks tied to your feet, you wouldn’t drown!

Most outrageously, the folks over there, when committing crimes, wanting to destroy evidence, they now know not to throw bodies into the river!