Chapter 327 Have You Bought a House in Baishi Town?

"So now you understand what I mean by imprisonment?" Lu Ziming spread his hands helplessly.

"If you want to survive in the burial ground, you must work hard to earn ghost money, and you must not slack off at all. Baishi Town relies on ghost money to imprison everyone.

People here seem free, but in fact, they are not as good as in prison.

In prison, at least you don't have to work hard every day, but in the burial ground, you can't move without money. You work hard to make money every day when you open your eyes, but even so, you can't save much money in a year."

"Isn't this thirty-three taels of silver?" Xiao Chuxia suddenly reacted.

"What is thirty-three taels of silver?" Yang Ming asked curiously.

"The so-called thirty-three taels of silver is a means for ancient rulers to control the people. The people's annual income is thirty-three taels of silver, and their basic expenses for a year require 36 taels of silver. The gap of three taels of silver makes the people exhausted every day.

Running around day and night to make money, there is no time to think, let alone the energy to resist.

The 100 million ghost money can buy a way to leave, which is just a big pie, giving you an illusory hope, so that your life has a goal, so that you don't end up tired and desperate and commit suicide."

"Yes, you are right, this is the meaning of thirty-three taels of silver." Li Xiaoru kept nodding on the side, pretending to be an understanding person.

Fang Xiu looked at Yuelai Inn thoughtfully, and he roughly understood the purpose of Zhou Qingfeng's construction here.

Before seeing the strange god, Zhou Qingfeng was the savior of mankind, and he must be jealous of the strange god. He wanted to lead mankind to victory and was willing to fight on the front line, but not all spirit masters were willing.

If the sky falls, there will be a tall person to support it. Many people must have this idea.

They finally became spirit masters, but before they could enjoy their lives, they had to go to the front line? Why?

It's not like no one would go anyway.

But Zhou Qingfeng obviously disagreed, so he designed Baishi Town, a town that is not a prison, but better than a prison.

All spirit masters who enter the burial ground must kill weird here day after day, year after year if they want to survive.

The more weird they kill, the fewer weird will enter the world.

The crowd continued walking and soon passed by a pawn shop.

The pawn shop was very old, and even half of the sign had fallen off, it was severely faded, and the overall color tone was very dim, like a black and white photo.

Lu Ziming raised his hand and pointed at the pawn shop.

"This is the place to exchange for ghost money. The pawnshop has detailed records of how many weirdos you have killed, which can be used to exchange for money. In addition, the way to leave the burial ground is also here. As long as you collect 100 million ghost money, you can exchange it from the pawnshop for the way to leave."

"Brother Lu, I have a question." Xiong Tianguang suddenly asked: "What if you come to Baishi Town on the first day and haven't earned 100,000 ghost money? Wouldn't you be dead?

And you need to take the ferryman's boat to come here. At that time, we didn't have ghost money. If it wasn't for Brother Xiu who earned some ghost money from Wei Xin, we couldn't come here."

Lu Ziming replied: "You can take the ferryman's boat without ghost money, but you need to pay spirituality."

"Spirituality?" Everyone was slightly stunned.

"Yes, it is spirituality. There are two currencies in Baishi Town, one is ghost money and the other is spirituality.

Because Baishi Town needs energy to operate, when you hunt weird things, those dead weird things will be absorbed by Baishi Town and turned into energy for operation.

So the same is true for spirituality. Even if you don't have ghost money, you can use spirituality to trade.

If you didn't use ghost money to take the ferryman's boat before, each person will be forced to extract 1% of spirituality.

However, I advise you not to use your own spirituality as currency unless it is absolutely necessary, because the extracted spirituality is a permanent loss."

"What!? Permanent loss?" Everyone was shocked.

"Brother Lu, do you mean that if my spirituality is 61%, which is at the beginning of the fourth level, once 1% of my spirituality is extracted, I will drop to the peak of the third level?"

Lu Ziming nodded solemnly: "That's right, I have been in the burial ground for three years, and I have been working hard for three years, but in the end I am only at the beginning of the fifth level.

The reason why I am promoted so slowly is because I have traded with my spirituality.

Because when you go outside Baishi Town to hunt weirdness, you may encounter some powerful weirdness and get injured.

Once I was seriously injured for three days. I could only lie in Yuelai Inn for three days. I couldn't go out to make money. I had already spent all the ghost money on me.

But I can't leave the inn. Leaving means death. I can't resist the gray fog in my seriously injured state. If I want to continue to stay here, my spirituality will be extracted, 1% every day."

Hearing this, Fang Xiu finally understood why the zombie Wei Xin stayed in the burial ground for many years and was still at the fourth level.

It turns out that there is such a thing as extracting spirituality.

When you can't make money, you can only live by selling your spirit.

Zhou Qingfeng is really vicious. Not only does he make the people of Baishi Town work hard every day, but he also uses this method to limit their strength in order to prevent the emergence of too powerful spirit masters, thus breaking the rules of Baishi Town.

Day after day, year after year, in endless battles, no one can guarantee that they will not be injured. Once injured, without the source of ghost money, they can only wait to be harvested.

In this situation, everyone has tried their best just to stay alive, let alone work hard to improve themselves, and can only be a coolie killing conspirators for the rest of their lives.

"Brother Lu, what are we doing in Baishi Town now? We should go out to hunt for weird things as soon as possible. We can't even collect 100,000 ghost coins together, so we can't stay in an inn." Xiong Tianguang said solemnly.

Xiao Chuxia panicked when she heard this. She had the least spirituality at the moment. If she couldn't raise the 100,000 hell coins, she would definitely be the first to be killed by the gray mist.

"Yes, yes, brother Xiu, let's go kill the sleuths and make money."

Unexpectedly, Lu Ziming smiled slightly at this time: "You don't have to worry, just stay at my house today. My house can also resist the gray fog."

"Your home?" Yang Ming suddenly looked stunned: "You have bought a house in Baishi Town? You are awesome! You are simply a role model for workers!"

Lu Ziming smiled bitterly: "It would be great if I could afford a house in Baishi Town. I rent it."

"Is there still a rental business in Baishi Town?"

"Well, these dead people can be traded, so I found a dead man and rented his woodshed.

The buildings in Baishi Town can withstand gray fog. Of course, the safest ones are the inns. "

"Rent a woodshed? How much is the rent per day?"

"Three hundred thousand hell coins a day."