"It means harmony and beauty..." Qin Mu became addicted to lying and said it casually.

This sounded familiar, and the Hulu Monk twitched his lips and said helplessly: "How can you not fool people?"

"Have I mist you?" Qin Mu asked back, but the guy talked to the monk Hulu for a long time, ignoring the woman who was still kneeling on the ground, as if he hadn't seen it at all.

Qin Mu's attitude was not understood at all. He had invited everyone out, but now the woman was in trouble. As a result, Qin Mu was there to care about him, and he seemed to have no time to pay attention to the woman. Monk Hulu had mixed feelings about this woman and did not directly help the woman up.

"Get up." After joking with the Gourd Monk for a while, Qin Mu said lightly to the woman. His tone was as indifferent as if he was a stranger he had never met.

The woman stood up. Perhaps because she had been kneeling for too long, she almost fell to the ground. The Hulu Monk was about to help her, but after Qin Mu glared at her, she stood aside honestly.

"This is wrong..." The Hulu Monk looked at the woman with pity and murmured.

"What's wrong?" Qin Mu couldn't help asking back, looked him up and down, snorted coldly, without saying anything.

The woman stood up, shook her head slightly at the gourd monk who was about to support her, and glanced at the gourd monk shyly and timidly. Her appearance was so delicate that she could pinch out water.

Qin Mu coughed lightly, then said lightly: "You think it clear. If you ask me for help, you will have to pay a certain fee."

Qin Mu had a faint smile on his mouth, which made the Hulu Monk tremble all over. Why is this so familiar? It seems that Qin Mu once said when he was quarreling with Bai Sanyan, why did this guy even charge the money for the dead?

"Fee...Fee..." The woman was a little panicked, murmured for a few words, looked around, then took out a dark coin from her body, handed it to Qin Mu and said, "I...I only have this..."

Not only Qin Mu, but even the Gourd Monk also had a black look on his face.

Qin Mu patted his head, and he was also confused and asked a lonely ghost to pay...

Qin Mu took the underworld coin from the woman's hand. When the underworld coin was in Qin Mu's hand, it emitted a slight light, and it didn't seem to be real. The gourd monk swallowed aside. Of course, he knew what the underworld coin in the woman's hand meant.

Most people will burn paper money after they die, but those paper money is not the paper money that ends up in the hands of ghosts. When relatives burn money for deceased people, the deceased ghost will come to collect money. How much money can be received is not depends on how much the relatives burn, but on how sincere the person is. The more sincere the person is, even if he burns one piece, the other party can receive it. If you are not sincere, it will be useless to burn a truck.

The money in this beauty's hands is a little different.

As society develops faster and faster, paper money is also becoming more and more innovative. Not only the traditional gangster coins produced by Tiandi Bank, but also the US dollar, British pound and other foreign customers flood the market. However, no matter how the money looks, when it is burned in the other party's hands, it becomes the most traditional gangster coins produced by Tiandi Bank. It is the most common type in real life, but the denomination is slightly different.

In the underworld, the largest denomination is 10 billion, and the smallest denomination is 1 million, which is equivalent to 1 yuan in the human world. The denomination of 10 billion looks quite large, which is equivalent to 1,000 yuan in the human world. The equivalent here does not mean that the two are equivalent, but are at the same level in purchasing power.

However, the printing of the underworld coins in the woman's hand is slightly different, but it is still the underworld coins. Qin Mu felt that the underworld coins have special marks on the printing. This mark is made of ghost stones. Just like the banknotes in the world, there will be a metal wire as an anti-counterfeiting mark. The underworld coins also have metal wires, which are made of ghost stones.

"2 billion." A string of zeros looked at Qin Mu dizzy. After counting for a long time, Qin Mu said with disgust: "It is equivalent to the purchasing power of 200 yuan in the human world. You are really poor, but this ghost currency looks a bit strange..."

"Of course it's strange, because this thing was originally burned with real money." The woman said hesitantly.

"Uh..." Qin Mu was stunned for a moment. Some fools really used real money as ghost coins. During the production of coins in the human world, metal anti-counterfeiting was added. After the fire was burned, this kind of thing will have a certain impact on ghost coins. Moreover, ghost coins seem to be able to change their appearance.

For example, one day the King of Hell was unhappy and modified the pattern slightly when he made the template for the ghost coins himself. Then, after seeing such a new ghost coins issued, other ghost coins will automatically develop towards the new ghost coins and gradually become exactly the same.

"Okay, 200 is only 200, tell me, what's your name?" Qin Mu put the underworld coin directly into his pocket, and was too lazy to ask where such a lonely ghost got the money from. Oh, by the way, this woman might not be a ghost.

"My family, Mo Ran." The woman was blessed with a blessed body and replied respectfully.

"Mo Ran... is very appropriate." Qin Mu looked the woman up and down and said sincerely.

"I was drawn by my husband in ink. I don't have a name. After a long time, Mo Ran became aware and could walk out of the painting and look around, but the gentleman who painted me disappeared..." Mo Ran began to tell, and Qin Mu listened carefully.

"Well, wait a moment, let's start with the beginning. Do you still have the memories of the time when you drew you? What was around at that time?" Qin Mu asked seriously. He did not have the notebook equipped with the judge's pen, otherwise this guy would have to write it down. Only when he recorded it would he have better memories to discover problems. Now, all rely on his own memory, and Qin Mu's memory is no longer so clear.

"The memory at that time was very blurry. It seemed that the gentleman drew me like a woman." Mo Ran frowned and recalled.

The gourd monk stared at Mo Ran's face tightly. Seeing Mo Ran frowning, the guy couldn't help but sigh: "Even frowning is so beautiful..."

Qin Mu paused, ignored the words and continued to say to Mo Ran: "From your accessories and dress, the woman should have a wealthy family. No, she should be said to be rich enough to rival a country. So that gentleman is a painter? Why wasn't the painting taken by the rich lady?"

"No," Mo Ran directly denied: "My husband is just an ordinary person. I remember that woman was called a princess by husband. When I was painted, my memory was not that deep. When I was painted, I seemed to have a lot deeper memory. I still remembered some things carefully..."
Chapter completed!