Lost all 1.3 million? It's really 13 o'clock. The money you exchanged for your life was used to gamble, and it was gone in two days. This person is so stupid that he can't be more stupid. Such a life is really worthless. It feels like a loss to exchange it for the underworld.

Already.

When the robber saw the contract, his slightly cloudy eyes lit up. He grabbed the contract and looked up and down: "That's not right!"

"What's wrong?" Xining has a lot of patience, which he has accumulated from mission after mission. If it were Mo Ming, he might hit him with a fist, but if something goes wrong, just get out.

The robber turned the contract over and showed it to her: "The thirty-year contract is gone."

"Of course not." Xining said with a smile: "You have already signed for ten years, so the highest level left is naturally twenty years. If you want to sign, choose it."

In fact, this guy doesn't even look in the mirror. He looks unshaven now, and his beard and hair are already mixed with a few white strands, as if he is thirty-seven or eighteen years old.

Also, even if he looked in the mirror, he would think it was fatigue caused by two consecutive days of gambling.

The money actually came in, and there was an extra two million in the bank account the next day. In this country, if a bank mistakenly transfers money to a private account, if it notices it before the owner of the account does, then it can just transfer the money out. If

After the owner discovers it, the money will belong to the owner of the account.

He quickly transferred the money to an account. After completing the procedures, looking at the deposit amount, he still couldn't believe that he suddenly became a rich man. When he got the first money and paid off the debt that had been bothering him for many years, he became rich again.

Only when you spend money to enjoy the best hotels can you believe that all this is true.

You know, just sign for 30 years, which is 10 million.

The robber simply said: "Twenty years!" Ten years is two million, twenty years is five million, and five million is enough to comfortably last a lifetime.

"Have you thought about it?" Xining asked again.

"Think about it, hurry up." The robber was very impatient.

The only clause in the contract that remained was twenty years, and the rest had disappeared.

This time the robber was very happy to press the bloody handprint, and watched the contract fly up from his hand, fly into the air and disappear.

"Okay, you can get five million tomorrow." Xining reminded kindly: "Are you going to gamble after you get the money? You have to know that you have nothing to exchange."

But what he got was contempt: "How I spend my money is my business, so mind your own business."

Xining shrugged his shoulders. Well, good intentions are not rewarded. The dog bit Lu Dongbin, so she pretended that she didn't say anything.

After the robbers left, Xi Ning received a notice of arrival. The life span was exchanged for the power of faith, and 70% went to Pluto. The remaining 30% was split between 37% and 37% from the God of the Universe. She could get the twenty-year lifespan.

4.2 years, that is to say, the faith in the account is enough for her to maintain the vitality required for normal activities for 4.2 years.

Including the one time, I earned a total of 6.3 years of faith power. This time I made a lot of money, no wonder the God of the Universe agreed to do this kind of business, it was so profitable.

Xining returned to the chair, picked up the coffee, and couldn't help but mutter to himself: "A life without spirit is as humble as a weed, not worthy of pity."

The door opened again, and the old-fashioned doorbell rang loudly.

It was a middle-aged woman who walked in. Like many older women who don't pay attention to body maintenance, even if they were beautiful when they were young, they are so mediocre now that they can hardly tell what they used to look like.

She was wearing very cheap clothes, this kind of T-shirt and beach shorts, which Xining also wore, when the gods wore them to hand out leaflets on the street.

And now Xining is wearing a very expensive custom-made evening dress. There are seven sets of various styles of clothes in the upper wardrobe. She will add more, until the number reaches thirty sets. She will wear one set every day of the week.

It becomes one set for one day a month. If the body owner comes back and is happy, it can be increased to 365 sets, and the clothes can be changed and worn every day. Anyway, they have an infinite lifespan, and these clothes will not be wasted, but will be worn out.

Slowly replaced by new clothes.

At this time, the aunt looked around with restraint, and her eyes were attracted by the rows of statues of gods on the three walls.

Xining put down the coffee cup and stood up. The custom-made evening dress she wore ignored all her shortcomings and highlighted her advantages. The matching ten-inch high heels made her figure taller.

When she walked over, the aunt was stunned, as if she was dreaming.

"How can I help you?" Xining asked with a smile. In her eyes, everyone who comes is a guest, and everyone is the same, no matter poor or rich. The power of faith does not matter who gives it, as long as it is the power of faith, everyone is the same.

Same, just depends on the quantity.

The aunt seemed to be in her forties, and she looked as cautious as a hamster snooping around: "I, I just saw a person coming out of here, talking about getting money or something. I

I thought this place was... to collect blood."

There are people who specialize in blood collection, and blood collection is paid.

"I'm sorry!" Auntie turned around and was about to leave when Xining called out to her.

"You need money very much, don't you?" Xining smiled: "We can indeed provide money here, but we don't need blood."

"Work?" The aunt said immediately and eagerly: "I can do anything, but I need money urgently. My son is sick and needs a lot of money to transfer to a private hospital."

Xining turned his head and looked at the crystal ball. A young man appeared in the crystal ball lying on the hospital bed. When the camera turned, the aunt was talking to the doctor. As soon as the doctor left, the aunt collapsed and squatted on the ground and started crying.

Medical treatment here is free, but no matter what the disease is, you have to queue up. If you get a serious illness, you have to wait or spend money to go to a private hospital. Here, if you have a cold, you have to wait at least three days before getting medicine.

A serious illness depends on whether it can be delayed long enough for surgery.

Otherwise, the income of private doctors here can match that of divorce lawyers.

Seeing Xining smiling but not answering, the aunt became nervous and asked tentatively: "Do you want one of my organs?"

She took a deep breath, as if she had decided something: "My liver and kidneys are both fine."

Xining burst out laughing. It seemed that he was really short of money and went crazy. He asked: "You seem to be very knowledgeable about the market. So, what do you think, even if you sell your liver and kidneys, will it be enough for your son's medical expenses?"

The aunt's face suddenly dimmed, it must not be enough. Even if she is sold, it won't be enough!

"How many do you need?" Xining asked.

The aunt's lips trembled: "The doctor said it would be at least three hundred thousand, not including later treatment."

"Let me think about it..." Xining walked to a row of statues and looked around before choosing one. Then he went to the table and took out a contract.

"There are two ways to get money. The first is to get money quickly." Xining put the contract in front of the aunt: "Exchange life for money."

The aunt looked at the contract dumbfounded and did not accept it.

Xining simply let go of his hand and let the contract float in mid-air.

The contract clearly stated: "In exchange for twenty thousand dollars in six months, fifty thousand dollars in one year, three hundred thousand dollars in three years, six hundred thousand dollars in five years, two million dollars in ten years, and five hundred dollars in twenty years."
Chapter completed!