Everyone Raises Corpses. My Corpse Concubine Gains One Evolution Point Per Second.

218: Chapter 218: Paper money exchanged for real money, the whole network is discussing whether there is a ghostThe icy phoenix carriage rolled over the desolate Point Nemo at high altitude.

Target: Dragon Country! Handong!

Late night.

On the outskirts of the city, an old residential building.

In the darkness, Lin Mo’s figure silently materialized.

His feet touched solid ground.

He looked up.

The doors and windows from his memory were tightly shut.

Covered in dust.

”Break,” Lin Mo’s eyes were indifferent.

Beside him, Nie Xiaoqian’s phantom flickered!

Click! Hiss—!

The sturdy old-fashioned lock, along with part of the door frame, instantly froze! Then it exploded into fine ice shards! As if crushed by an invisible immense force!

The door opened.

A stale, musty air wafted out.

Inside the room.

Pitch black.

Dead silent.

Dust danced in the moonlight.

The electricity meter had stopped running days ago.

Darkness posed no obstacle to Lin Mo.

He scanned the room.

Empty.

Cold.

Lifeless.

The flames of revenge churned in his chest!

Lin Tianhe!

He must die!

But before killing him… he needed to locate him!

Where did he live? Where was his company located?

More importantly… he needed startup capital! Tracking! Investigation! All required money!

Currently, Lin Mo’s pockets were empty.

Barefoot, his tattered clothes still stained with dried blood.

”Young Master…”

Dong Xiaowan’s gentle voice sounded in his ear.

She floated out from Lin Mo’s arm, solidifying into a physical form, her cyan qipao glowing faintly in the darkness. She looked around, her delicate brows slightly furrowed, her gaze filled with tenderness:

”Young Master, why are you in such distress…?” She gently pulled up her sleeve, revealing her slender jade fingers.

”Xiaowan… perhaps can solve this urgent problem.”

Her fingertips moved slightly!

A wisp of cyan energy swept across the dusty old dining table!

Swish swish swish—!

On the tabletop, a thick stack of things ”grew” out of thin air!

Gold foil! Glistening brightly!

Piled up into a small mountain!

All of them were—rectangular paper gold bars! The front was printed with ”Heaven and Earth Bank,” and the back with ”One Thousand Liang”! They were clearly the style of joss paper currency used for offerings!

But the material… was real gold foil! As thin as a cicada’s wing!

Lin Mo casually picked up a ”joss paper” gold bar.

It was light.

The texture was strange.

Poof!

He pulled out a lighter, which he had taken from some corpse, and the flame licked a corner of the gold foil!

Sizzle… There was no charring smoke! No blackening!

The extremely thin layer of real gold instantly melted! Turning into a rice-grain-sized, slightlyYin and cold-tinged golden water droplet! It fell!

It wasn’t a state of melting from high temperature! It was more like… melting upon contact with fire! Like ice meeting spring sunshine!

It was real gold in this world too!

”Heh,” Lin Mo’s lips curved into a cold arc.

”Tomorrow. I’ll use this ’joss paper’… to exchange for some real money.”

Having so easily resolved the urgent problem, Su Bai wrapped his left arm around Dong Xiaowan’s waist and his right arm around Nie Xiaoqian’s waist.

He pushed open the bedroom door; it was time to rest.

The next day.

Morning.

Handong City’s largest gold and jewelry city.

It had just opened for business.

There weren’t many people.

Lin Mo wore a cheap tracksuit, but it couldn’t conceal the inherent coldness and bloodlust in him.

He carried an inconspicuous canvas bag and walked directly to the largest gold recycling counter.

Thud!

He placed the canvas bag heavily on the clean counter!

He unzipped it!

With a flick of his arm!

Clatter—!!

A large pile of glittering golden foil ”joss paper,” imprinted with ”Heaven and Earth Bank,” ”One Thousand Liang,” and ”Underworld Currency,” poured out like golden trash! Instantly covering half the counter!

The golden light shimmered! Dazzling to the eyes!

Behind the counter, the young female clerk, who was organizing documents, suddenly looked up!

Her eyes widened like brass bells!

Stunned!!!

Completely and utterly stunned!!!

Her mouth formed an O-shape, wide enough to fit an egg!

What the hell was this?!!!

Did she encounter a madman so early in the morning?! Bringing joss paper for the dead to exchange for real money?!!!

She instinctively recoiled, looking at Lin Mo as if he were a mental patient: ”Sir… Sir… This… This isn’t real gold… We buy gold… not… paper…”

Lin Mo’s eyes were cold: ”Burn it. It’s real.”

The female clerk was almost in tears! Who the hell burns this stuff?! It’s so unlucky!