Chapter 366: Money Can Make the World Go Round

In the dark corridor, everyone kept running and running, but they saw a faint green fire at the end.

That's a brazier!

Against the backdrop of the firelight, everyone could vaguely see a man in white mourning clothes burning paper money.

Seeing this scene, everyone became more and more horrified.

"Another...another weird one!?"

The situation suddenly reached an extreme crisis, with bloody handprints and trampling shadows behind, and mourning clothes in front, and everyone was caught in the middle.

Just when everyone was wondering what to do, Fang Xiu was already walking towards the man in mourning clothes.

Following his actions, Yang Ming and others followed him instinctively without thinking at all.

Seeing this, the rest of the burial ground and others followed suit.

Soon, everyone walked up to the man in white mourning clothes.

After seeing his face clearly, it turned out to be a mummy!

The mummy held a handful of ghost coins in his hand and kept burning paper into the brazier. After the ghost coins burned, they lit up with green flames, exuding a cold aura that was very permeable.

And everyone's bodies were shrouded in green fire.

"Get out of here!" someone yelled.

I saw the person who had been photographed with bloody fingerprints rushing over, with a look of panic and fear on his face as he tried to photograph the others.

However, as soon as he ran into the scope of the fire, a magical scene appeared. The blood on his body seemed to have evaporated and slowly disappeared.

"This... this fire has the power to resist strange things!"

At this moment, the Blood Handprint and Shadow Trampling Slayer also chased after them, but they did not enter the range of the fire. They stood at the edge of the fire, their figures looming in the darkness and light.

Everyone was immediately overjoyed.

"As expected, this firelight really has the effect of resisting strange things."

"It's not fire, it's ghost coins." Fang Xiu's calm voice suddenly sounded.

"After burning the Hades Coin, it can resist weirdness."

Everyone stared blankly at the Ming coins that were being thrown into the brazier by mummies. They never thought that the Ming coins that had been imprisoning them could still have this effect.

Is this the so-called money that can make you push the wheels?

It's no wonder that they still can't discover the magical use of the Underworld Coin after many years in the burial place. The main reason is that in the burial place, the Underworld Coin is as important as life, and no one will burn the Underworld Coin.

"Hey! The problem now is that the coins are almost gone!" Yang Ming, who has always been sensitive to money, immediately noticed that the coins in the mummy's hands had bottomed out.

Everyone was shocked.

As the number of ghost coins in the hands of the mummy became less and less, the green fire became weaker and weaker.

The bloody handprints and shadow-trampling ghosts began to press closer, gradually shortening the distance between them and everyone.

The sense of crisis that had just dissipated rose again.

Yang Ming became anxious and reached out to the mummy's arms to take it out.

"Where's the money! You must still have money, take it out quickly!"

However, the moment he touched the mummy, click...

The mummy completely fell apart and turned into a pile of bones. The few ghost coins in his hand also fell down.

Yang Ming, who has quick hands and quick eyes, quickly picked up the Ming Coin, looked at the fire that was about to go out, and hurriedly threw the Ming Coin into it, letting the fire light rise slowly.

"Hold the brazier and let's go."

After Fang Xiu gave the order, Yang Ming immediately picked up the brazier, his whole body glowing green against the firelight.

The group of people kept walking through the darkness, with bloody handprints and shadows in hot pursuit.

"It's going out! Hoo ho..." Looking at the fire that was about to go out, Yang Ming was anxious and kept blowing air into it, but the fire was getting weaker and weaker.

The green fire slowly shrank, followed by the contraction of everyone's hearts, as if being pinched by an invisible big hand.

The darkness, like a giant devouring beast, wants to swallow everyone up in one bite.

At this time, several ghost coins fell to the brazier, and the fire ignited again.

Yang Ming was stunned for a moment, looked at Fang Xiu, and then came to his senses.

"Damn it, I almost forgot. Brother Xiu, you still have Ming coins there. At that time, we saved a total of 100.5 million. We spent 100 million to buy the keys, and there are still 500,000 left!"

When they heard that there were still five hundred thousand, everyone's mood instantly fluctuated like a roller coaster.

"Keep walking." Fang Xiu commanded calmly. The green firelight hit his calm face, and there was an indescribable strange feeling, like a corpse walking in the dark.

Everyone obeyed the command and continued to move forward, but no one dared to run too fast for fear that the flames in the brazier would be blown out by the wind.

"Brother Xiu, brother Xiu! Hurry, we are going to be destroyed again!" Yang Ming shouted.

But Fang Xiu did not continue to put the Ming coins, but allowed the flames to become weak.

"Don't worry, wait until the fire is at its smallest before putting the coins in. Five hundred thousand coins won't burn for long, and we still have a long way to go."

Fang Xiu has been to Zhou Mansion many times. Although this is the first time he is exposed to the weirdness of Zhou Mansion, he has already figured out the route of Zhou Mansion several times before.

He had obtained a lot of information from the pawn shop. The Zhou Mansion was not as simple as it seemed. There were not only two weird things here: bloody handprints and stepped shadows.

Soon, as everyone watched nervously, the flame in the brazier was so weak that it was about to go out, and everyone just formed a circle around the brazier.

The bloody handprints and shadow-trampling ghosts are no longer visible, their bodies have been completely swallowed by the darkness, but everyone knows that the ghosts are nearby.

As soon as the fire goes out, they will swarm forward.

Suddenly, Fang Xiu took out two Ming coins and threw them into the brazier. The Ming coins instantly curled up and twisted when they encountered the flames, and burned into a ball.

The fire started to rise again.

But at this moment, everyone froze suddenly and looked at the horrifying scene in front of them in disbelief.

The moment the fire rose, the surrounding darkness was dispersed, and everyone finally saw the scene in the darkness clearly.

Weird! The densely packed human figures are weird! So close! !

They silently formed a circle, each stretching out their pale and twisted palms, ready to tear everyone into pieces.

Recently, the nails were even piercing Xiao Chuxia's eyeballs.

They took advantage of the weak light of the fire to attack along the darkness, and when the fire ignited again, they retreated along the darkness one by one, staying at the boundary between the firelight and darkness, their figures blurry, like phantoms.

"Then...what is that!"

"Why so much weirdness!"

"Have we fallen into a den of deception?"

Everyone's face was pale and they were still frightened. They were just a little bit close. Once the fire went out, it was not difficult to imagine that those pale and twisted hands would quickly pierce through their bodies.

Just when everyone was panicking, a calm voice sounded: "Keep walking."

It was Fang Xiu who was always walking in the front, with his back to everyone. Under the protection of the fire, the strange things blocking his front faded to both sides like a tide.

Everyone followed him nervously. Although they knew Weiyi could not break through the fire, they still subconsciously glanced around and even tried to curl up for fear of being touched by Weiyi.

Time passed by minute by second, and as they continued to move forward, everyone was surprised to find that all the strange things around them disappeared into the darkness without knowing when!

"Gui... is missing?"

"The fire is about to go out again, brother Xiu, do you still have the Ming coins?"

Fang Xiu shook his head: "No more."

In the end, the flames were completely extinguished, and everyone was suddenly enveloped in darkness. No one dared to act rashly and carefully guarded the surroundings.

A minute passed, and the previous strangeness did not appear.

"Look at the sky!" someone suddenly exclaimed.

Everyone immediately looked up and saw snow falling in the sky, gray snow!

Goose-feather gray snowflakes fell lightly and enveloped everyone.

"Snowing?"

"That doesn't seem to be snow. Why does it look like the ashes left after burning paper?"

"Ashes!?" Yang Ming suddenly thought of something, quickly looked at the extinguished brazier in his arms, and his expression immediately changed.

"All the ashes after the burning coins in the brazier are gone!"