What is a first-class savior?

The wind is blowing, and the weeds are luxuriant.

The survivors knelt on the ground and wailed for a while, shouting and kowtowing, and finally caught the attention of the God of Wealth, Wang Xuan.

He turned slowly,

In the expectant eyes of the survivors,

Speak out two words in a straight voice

"Robbery!"

Everyone was stunned.

In their ignorant eyes, the God of Wealth, Wang Xuan, flicked his sleeves, and sprinkled a festive red silk halo towards them.

hum!

The objects on them all trembled, and then emitted white light of varying brightness.

The survivors looked at each other in surprise and suspicion.

"Why are things on us glowing?"

"Your watch is so dazzling!"

"I get it! The more valuable things are, the brighter they are!"

In the next second, a strange scene happened.

The watch was automatically unbuttoned, the wallet jumped out of the pocket, and the mobile phone hovered and flew up. All objects defied gravity and floated from bottom to top to the nine-story pagoda in the hands of the God of Wealth Wang Xuan.

The closer you get to the nine-story pagoda,

Items are smaller.

Finally, in a burst of fluorescent white light, all these items disappeared into the first floor of the nine-story tower, disappearing from the eyes of the survivors.

The survivors froze in place.

"Take people's money and eliminate disasters with people."

The God of Wealth, Wang Xuan, said slowly: "Don't cry, tell me, how did you break into this place?"

Hearing this, everyone immediately became excited.

"We are in a tour group! Lord God of Wealth, help me!"

"There are ghosts in the village! Many of us died!"

"My watch is worth 400,000 yuan. If you save someone, you must rescue me first. I will definitely burn incense for you every day!"

The God of Wealth, Wang Xuan, frowned imperceptibly.

At this time, Lin Ying said: "Master God of Wealth, we are traveling in Kunlun Mountains, and we got lost because of the weather and strayed into this place."

The God of Wealth, Wang Xuan, frowned, and he gave Lin Ying a look of approval.

Everyone else was begging for work, only Lin Ying answered his question.

strayed here...

He showed a thoughtful expression.

Lin Ying stared straight at the face of the God of Wealth, Wang Xuan.

The more she looked at it, the more she felt that Wang Xuan, the God of Wealth, looked familiar. It was almost certain that they had met before, but they suddenly couldn't remember it.

But where did you see it?

I've been in school all this time

The God of Wealth, Wang Xuan, pondered for two seconds and said, "Oh——"

The survivors looked at Wang Xuan, the God of Wealth expectantly, and then they saw Wang Xuan, the God of Wealth, turn around as if nothing had happened.

survivor:? ? ?

Didn't it mean taking people's money to eliminate disasters?

"Master God of Wealth?"

"Why did you turn around?"

"God of Wealth?"

Wang Xuan, the God of Wealth, turned a deaf ear to the call of the survivors. He asked the pale ghost in front of him, "Where is he?"

The survivors looked at the pale ghosts in fear, and they didn't see what these things looked like until then.

They are no different from the ghosts in film and television dramas.

The body is erratic, the skin is gray, and the eyes are malicious.

But the expression was a bit weird, and all the stiff faces were covered with blunt smiles that were uglier than crying.

Smiling so ugly and still laughing,

It's almost time to engrave "bullying the weak and fearing the hard" on his forehead.

But if you ask a ghost, will the ghost answer?

\u003cO quack quack...

The ghosts were silent.

The God of Wealth, Wang Xuan, showed a sullen expression: "Shame on you!"

He rolled up his brocade sleeves and rushed towards the ghosts without any regard for his image.

Boom! boom! Boom!

Duang!

Under the stunned gaze of the survivors, the God of Wealth, Wang Xuan, swung the big ingot and the nine-story pagoda wildly, and drove dozens of ghosts to run around in the street.

The ghosts were so frightened that they ran away with their heads in their hands, and burrowed into the alley one after another.

"Run? This seat sees where you are going!"

The God of Wealth, Wang Xuan, snorted coldly, transformed into dozens of incarnations, and each incarnation caught a ghost and beat it, muttering while beating.

"Pretend me to be dumb, right?"

"Pretend well!"

"This seat will cure you of this cheap problem!"

In an instant, the entire village was filled with mournful cries, making those who heard it sad and those who heard it cry.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo"

There are ghosts everywhere, and the God of Wealth riding on ghosts is everywhere.

In a trance, the survivors had an illusion that it was not they who strayed into the ghost village, but ghosts strayed into the village of God of Wealth

"Just after hearing howling wolves, hearing ghosts crying, and seeing the living God of Wealth, this trip was really worth it!" Someone murmured, "It would be even better if I could get out alive."

"Why is God of Wealth so awesome?"

"Isn't this nonsense, is there anyone who manages money?"

A few minutes later,

The bodies of the ghosts were almost smashed apart,

The God of Wealth, Wang Xuan, let them go.

Wang Xuan, the God of Wealth, dismissed the avatar without hesitation, brought the ghosts back together, and then took out a large wad of gray-white banknotes from his cuff.

The surrounding temperature dropped two degrees out of thin air, and the survivors shivered from the cold.

"Yin money!"

Someone recognized the off-white banknote in his hand.

Others asked, "What is Yinmo?"

"Yin money is dead money!" The man explained fearfully, "In the folklore of my hometown, dead money can be used to bribe ghost messengers in the underworld, atone for the crimes committed in life, and cast a good pregnancy in the next life!"

Others wondered: "If you have money, you don't have to go to hell?"

"Yin banknotes are not parallel imports like Tiandi Bank!" the man whispered, "No amount of money in Yangjian can be exchanged for a Yin banknote. It is the real money of the dead!"

"God of Wealth won't give them money, will he?" Someone said angrily, "What is this? Medical expenses? Doesn't He know that these ghosts have killed many of us?"

Another person blocked his mouth: "Don't talk nonsense!"

Lin Ying looked at the God of Wealth Wang Xuan quietly, she felt that the God of Wealth would not give money to ghosts, even if he gave money, there must be other deep meanings.

The God of Wealth, Wang Xuan, held the banknotes and waved them in front of the ghosts.

He changed his ferocious expression just now, and said softly: "I'm sorry, I was impulsive just now. As compensation, these are all yours!"

After all, he gave each ghost a few banknotes.

None of these ghosts looked very smart, and holding the money was like seeing a relative, and the resentment on their bodies dissipated a lot at once.

"Damn it! Why does God of Wealth really give money to ghosts?" The gagged person broke free, "What kind of God of Wealth is he, does he know who gave him incense?"

The other survivors fell silent.

They were also a little upset, but they didn't dare to speak out, worrying that the God of Wealth would not save them after hearing about it.

"Where is he?" Wang Xuan, the God of Wealth, said unhurriedly, "If anyone answers me."

He held up a bundle of banknotes with a smile, the meaning behind it was self-explanatory.

Under the heavy reward, there must be brave ghosts

"I say"

A child-like ghost opened its mouth, but the voice came out from the chest cavity, hoarse and hollow.

"He is here"