Chapter 767 Soul Trading (2)

I was a little cautious at first, but Miss Jane almost laughed out loud at the end, what a joke! soul? It's the 21st century, and aliens have entered the earth. Why do people still believe in the soul? Is this charming woman a fool?

Or is she not a fool and she's a Hollywood person too? Is this palatial home actually a reality TV set?

Intelligent beings are used to interpreting everything with their own worldview, and now Miss Jane has fallen into a strange circle. She classifies everything that is wrong here as acting.

The house belongs to the production crew, and the carpet sculptures are all fakes. This charming woman also wants to be a big star. The previous meal was probably the production crew used some kind of trick to let herself eat a big meal as a reward, but it was actually hidden in the dark. There are countless people watching his performance behind the camera.

Not to mention, thinking about it this way, everything has a reasonable explanation, this is the scene of a large-scale reality show!

Realizing that so many people saw the picture of her gobbling up just now, Miss Jane was a little annoyed, and she had to restore the decline.

"Is it really possible to get anything?" She seemed to want to show off her acting skills, and she was instantly courageous and asked fearlessly.

The banshee siren was a little surprised. This human being was as scared as a quail before, why is it shaking now?

However, it is enough to complete the transaction. She doesn't care about the details, and nodded naturally, "As long as the customer says it, it's fine."

Miss Jane lowered her head in thought. If she said that she was the king of the world, it would definitely become a joke. She didn't want to leave a superficial and ignorant impression on the audience.

"One million dollars! Is there any?" She asked casually.

The Siren nodded "Yes" and said, he took out a check from a stack of checks in the drawer, looked at the amount and put it on the table, Miss Jane reached for it, and she pressed the other party's hand with a serious face, "I need your deal." things."

Am I worth a million dollars? Miss Jane chuckled, this crew is pretty serious, it's probably a big production, it's really easy to be fooled if you don't know the inside story.

He said self-righteously, "Didn't you say that the soul can pay the bill? How many souls do you need for a million dollars?"

There was a glint in Siren's eyes, "The soul is the source of your life. If you want to complete this deal, you need to strip some essence from your soul, which is equivalent to ten years of life."

It would be a lie to say that Miss Jane is not afraid. Under the mysterious atmosphere, she only felt the hairs stand on end, but she was suppressed by her idea that the crew was good at creating a terrifying atmosphere.

Wanting to appear calm, she said in a see-through tone, "Do you still need to sign some documents, parchment or something?"

There was a trace of sarcasm in the depths of the banshee's eyebrows, my master is the god of soul and wealth, and the methods of mere demons are too far behind.

"No, I'll make it clear. If you don't object, it's yours." Said the siren and pushed the check over.

Miss Janey just felt as if she was about to lose something, and before she had time to think about it, her eyes were attracted by the check.

I met a few "young talents" spending money like water in the night market. She had seen the check before, so she just reached out and grabbed it. Using her own knowledge to read it for a long time, she felt that the check seemed real? But how is this possible?

"Guest, do you need anything else?"

"Uh, no need, thank you, I'll go first." Miss Janey felt that the crew probably made a mistake with the props, so she gave herself a real check, and she ran out of the room in a hurry.

It wasn't until she ran out of a street that she looked back and found that no one was chasing her. She held the check tightly to her chest and ran back to the rental house in a detour.

Out of sight of her, the siren bowed to the air in the luxurious room, "Master."

The eldest lady stepped forward and took the phantom of the soul handed over by the siren. It was fragrant and very agile. Compared with the stinky smell in the Karon Styx River, this is the real soul, and the ones in the Styx River are all Revenant! The god of trade cooperates with the god of soul,

Treating the soul as a trade item, absorbing part of the essence of the soul from the living, and observing the process of the soul from birth to death, she can use this to peep into the god of death.

The most important point is that she is testing the bottom line of the ghost. In fact, the boss of the ghost doesn't care about this kind of thing at all. Her own principle of fair trade is also one of the rules, and the ghost who abides by the rules will not stop it.

"Choose one hundred people from your clan and send them to various parts of the world to help me collect souls." Thea said and returned to her home, leaving the siren to continue to fool people.

Thea is very measured. One person can live for up to 30 years. The decay of the soul will only be manifested at the end of life. The situation of mass death and mass illness in a short period of time will never happen.

In her opinion, this is a completely fair trade. Taking the former Miss Jane as an example, she might not be able to get this million after ten years of hard work. To some extent, she still earned it.

However, in order to prevent superheroes from sweeping the scene, she set up a magic barrier that only frustrated people in the trading house can see.

Playing with the essence of the soul in his hands, crystal clear mist-like gas surrounds his fingers, and the breath of life is endless, which is mixed with the memories, emotions and thoughts of the original personality, everything is in the soul.

It's a pity that this is the soul of an ordinary person after all. Under her gaze, it turned into dust in less than three seconds.

Thea is a little regretful, she needs more pure and spiritual souls for her to understand.

The siren who got the order went full throttle and selected a hundred tribesmen to go to various parts of the world to fool.

In just three days, ninety-two soul essences were collected for her. The most was ten years old, the few were twenty years old, and only one was thirty years old.

Some traders don't believe it at all, thinking that they are acting, and some are convinced, and even want to peek into the details inside the trading house, wanting to get more. It's a pity that a group of ordinary people, facing the banshees who can be thrown into the city as front-line villains, either erased their memories or were thrown out casually.

Their trade items are also varied. The one who wants the most money, the one who wants weapons, and the one who wants health. There is also one who has worked in Hollywood for several years and feels that his talents are not enough. He wants to trade artistic talent. As a price, he paid Thirty years of life.

Their demands were met by trading houses. Soon, the news that a Response Room appeared all over the world began to spread in the underground world. Everything can be bought and sold, and it has become a hot topic among news dealers for a long time.

A large number of soul essences have been collected. Once Thea has a new idea, she will take out her soul to verify it. As long as she gets one of the two gods of life and death, her realm and strength can be substantially improved.