Seeing that I wanted to let the white hedgehog go, Lei Ming did not stop me or was surprised. Instead, he stood up and said loudly: "Chief, what are we going to do next?"
The promised opportunity was bright and dark, but now the dark white hedgehog has gone.
The rest should naturally be understood by us.
So Lei Ming has nothing to avoid.
He was already tall, and when he stood up abruptly, he immediately attracted a lot of attention from the people around him, including of course the boss of this place.
However, when the boss saw that we didn't open our mouths to call him, he didn't come over either. He just smiled at us from a distance.
But the next moment, when a golden light flashed in my eyes, not only did I not smile back at the boss.
Instead, he reached out and overturned his table.
There was only a crisp sound of "crash", and countless bowls and chopsticks were thrown to the ground along with the tablecloth.
"Guest, what are you doing?" The boss came over with a look of astonishment upon hearing the news.
The person next to me also tried to persuade him: "How angry you must be so early in the morning. Can't you have a good meal?"
"Yes, this girl looks so iconic, but how can she behave so rudely? She is no different from a street shrew!"
With the help of people around him, the boss seemed to have found the confidence, and immediately raised his voice: "Girl, I think you are young and act impulsively, and I can understand it. But you must pay for the money you broke."
"Otherwise..."
"Otherwise, what are you going to do?" I interrupted the boss and asked, "Are you looking for a ghost? It's a pity that you really recruited a ghost. I'm afraid he will arrest you first."
"What nonsense are you talking about, girl? Why are we looking for a ghost? I must be looking for a police officer." The boss said speechlessly: "Your behavior is almost the same as eating a king's meal, and it is even worse than that.
So you'd better pay up quickly."
"Money?" I sneered, then took out a large number of Ming coins from Lei Ming's pocket and scattered them casually.
Countless colorful coins were flying down toward everyone like snowflakes and rain.
"Money, so much money."
"Quick, this is mine, don't snatch it from me."
"I didn't expect this girl to be a second-generation rich man. She really can't be judged by her appearance."
"It's not just the second generation of rich people who are so good-looking, but they are also being fucked by others. Isn't this unexpected?"
There were a lot of discussions for a while, there were people trying to steal money, and there were even fights, just to see who would get those ghost coins.
I did not stop them, and the soul-suppressing soldiers behind me did not take action under my orders.
It was only when I saw that everyone had almost finished grabbing that I said, "Have you got the number that you are satisfied with? If it's not enough, I'll have some more."
besides?!
Upon hearing these two words, almost all the undead in the street came towards me.
But at this moment, each of them looks the same as a living person, with breathing and heartbeat, and even their eyes are so greedy and excited when they see money.
but……
"Yes, there is more." I nodded solemnly: "But when we do the next round of money distribution, I hope you can all take a serious look at the money in your hands."
Basically everyone did as I said, but doubts arose after a while:
"I saw it. Is there anything wrong with the money?"
"No, I even grabbed a few big red heads."
"No, the way you look at this girl doesn't mean she has fake money, right?"
"It's possible. If it wasn't fake, how could she have so much money? Does her family own a mine or run a money printing machine?"
Faced with these doubts, I neither denied nor affirmed them.
Just when the discussion gradually became quieter, he said: "Don't you think this money is different from what you used before? The color, material, and even the printed patterns and portraits are different."
I said it in a persuasive way, but no one agreed at first.
But gradually everyone discovered something was wrong: "Yeah, the money didn't seem that big before."
"Yes, my colors were not so strange before. Your red and green colors are so strange. Is this the color of RMB?"
"Why do I remember it?"
Seeing that everyone noticed something was wrong, I sneered and said: "Of course not, the RMB used in the Yang Dynasty is not so big. There is only one kind of money with such a color and pattern."
"What money?" Everyone said almost in unison.
I replied with a smile: "Dead man's money."
There are not many words, just three words.
But as soon as I finished saying this, the whole world seemed to have pressed the pause button.
Everyone was stunned. Some of them didn't react at all, some seemed to have thought of something, and some just stared blankly at the Ming coins in their hands.
Then he shook his head crazily: "No, this can't be true."
"How can this be dead money? Then what should we do?"
"Everyone, as far as I know, there is only one kind of person who loves dead people's money, and that is dead people. Of course, this thing is also called a ghost coin, and although Pluto Chacha is not printed on it, there is her private seal in the bottom corner.
The portrait on the hundred-dollar bill is that of Emperor Fengdu. Since you have never entered reincarnation in the underworld, you probably don’t know him.”
Lei Ming took my words and said: "But just because we don't know each other doesn't mean that the other person doesn't really exist. Just like although you seem to be alive, in fact you are already dead."
"No, you're talking nonsense!" Someone finally wanted to fight back in disbelief.
The crowd became more and more excited. At Lei Ming's signal, the soul-suppressing soldiers formed a solid human wall to block the surging ghost tide.
And I stood a little higher and said loudly: "You all know in your mind whether I am telling nonsense or not. Do you still remember how you got here?"
"Maybe it's been so long that you don't remember them anymore. But do you still remember your parents, relatives and friends? It's impossible to forget even this."
After a pause, I continued: "But take a closer look at the people around you. Are they really your family, parents, and friends?"
"More importantly, why don't you age?"
As I said that, I pointed to a woman about my age who looked to be in her early twenties and asked: "How old are you, girl?"
"What girl? I'm 48 years old this year and I'm about to go to my fifth birthday."
"Really? If any of you have a mirror, can you lend it to this girl to look at?" I smiled and said, "Or girl, do you still remember how you looked before?"
The middle-aged woman was very displeased and said, "Why don't you remember this? Is there anyone else who has forgotten what he looks like? You little girl is so funny."
Soon, someone in the crowd handed the mirror over with a strange expression.
Because I just looked at her as if she was in her early twenties, and others looked the same way.
Therefore, it is undoubtedly difficult for people to accept the truth of a middle-aged woman.