Old Liu rushed up to grab it: “The person was taken away by the police, go ask the police! This money was earned with my son’s life, you give it back to me!”
He tried to grab forcefully, Sun Cai wouldn’t let go, and soon they were wrestling together. During this process, someone accidentally let go, and banknotes flew everywhere.
People around saw this and stopped trying to mediate, instead rushing forward to grab money indiscriminately, stuffing bills into their own pockets.
Sun Cai quickly kicked Old Liu and scrambled up, also rushing to grab money. After finally grabbing a bill, he looked at it and his expression changed dramatically: “This – this is hell money!”
Others were too caught up in grabbing to look carefully. Only after hearing his cry did they check their bills, shocked to find “Hell Bank” printed on the black and white papers.
Some tore up the papers, cursing: “Damn, we’ve been played by that kid!”
Sun Cai felt a chill – unlike others, he had held these bills earlier and they were definitely normal currency!
He looked at his hand, then suddenly looked up, noticing the hell money fragments falling unusually slowly, like a film in slow motion.
Suddenly, a haunting song began: “Paper money, paper money, who made it, Living cannot use what ghosts enjoy. A thread hanging over a desolate grave, Pear blossoms and wind rise, a sorrowful cold cloud.”
Accompanying the song were faint drum beats, adding to the eerie atmosphere.
People panicked, shouting: “Who’s there?!” “Who’s playing ghost tricks, are you crazy?!”
Amid their cursing, Sun Cai horrifyingly discovered a woman not far away. Her face was familiar but strangely rigid, slowly splitting into a grin with yellowed teeth.
Sun Cai screamed and ran, but the woman instantly lunged, her claws tearing him in half!
The gruesome scene terrified everyone. They realized strange figures had appeared around them, chasing and killing on the open ground. Paper money scattered everywhere, falling slowly and covering the blood-soaked earth.
The seat was soft and comfortable, soft music playing, everything familiar – yet the savage, primitive brutality he’d experienced kept circling in his mind.
Luo Yingbai couldn’t help but shiver.
A hand reached over, draping a blanket around him, also moving his forehead-resting arm inside.
Xia Jianning rubbed his temples: “Don’t be sad.”
