Horror Game: Inheriting Trillions of Ghost Money from Ancestors

The price given by the prison guard was originally 10 times higher than the price outside.

The reasonable consumption price given by the system was only 20 times the price of these cigarettes.

But just now, the prison guard directly raised the price by 10 times again.

This is equivalent to raising his legitimate consumption by a level.

Although these ghost money can not improve Chen Xun's strength much.

But no matter how small the mosquito is, it is still a little meat.

Seeing Chen Xun's expression, the prison guard was also stunned.

He couldn't believe it at all. Did the human in front of him agree to it?

Cigarettes that sell for 100 ghost money outside can now be sold to this human for 3,000 ghost money.

Excluding some of the money used for building relationships, he can still make a lot!

This is a bloody business.

"Little brother, I can get 200 boxes of cigarettes a day, 3,000 ghost money for a box, that's a lot of money."

"Are you sure you've bought them all?"

Although the prison guard heard Chen Xun say this, he was still a little confused.

You know, 100 boxes of cigarettes are 300,000 ghost money.

200 boxes are 600,000 ghost money.

This is the price for one day.

A person with so much ghost money is at least a noble among ghosts.

But what if he keeps buying for ten days or half a month?

This money is unimaginable.

Usually in prison, those ghosts have to smoke sparingly, and they can't help but spend a lot of money to buy cigarettes from him.

This is the first time he has seen someone like Chen Xun.

Besides, he doesn't know what Chen Xun uses so many cigarettes for.

Chen Xun nodded immediately after hearing what the ghost said:

"Of course."

As he said, he took out a stack of ghost money.

All of them are ghost money with a face value of 10,000 yuan.

"A total of 600,000 ghost money, count them."

"First set the amount for tomorrow."

Chen Xun handed over the ghost money, and the ghost's eyes widened immediately.

He never thought that Chen Xun would really take out so much ghost money to buy these cigarettes.

This...

Make a fortune.

Thinking of this, a kind smile suddenly appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Although, this smile looked particularly ugly on that rotten face.

"Little brother, this is so embarrassing."

"Don't worry, I will definitely make this matter clear to you."

"You can get those cigarettes directly when you come here tomorrow."

The prison guard said, and immediately took the money from Chen Xun.

This is 600,000 ghost money.

Excluding the cost, he can say that he has made a net profit of more than 500,000 yuan.

And he only makes 20,000 ghost money a month as a prison guard here.

On this day, he earned two years' salary.

"Okay." Chen Xun nodded and said.

On the other side, seeing Chen Xun take out so many ghost money, the ghost king was also stunned.

He didn't expect that Chen Xun could take out so many ghost money at will.

No wonder there is such a powerful contract ghost.

Wait...

I also signed a contract with this adult.

Does it mean that if I get along well with this adult in the future, I can get a lot of benefits?

This adult is so generous to the prison warden, he will not treat his little brother badly, right?

At least I don't have to spend money on smoking in the future.

Thinking of this, his expression suddenly brightened, and then he looked at Chen Xun and said:

"Um, sir... do you think there is anything I can help you with in the future?"

"I work very hard!"

Chen Xun looked at the ghost king's flattering front, thought about it, and then shook his head:

"Not yet."

"You go back to the cell first."

"Don't worry, I will give you two packs of cigarettes every day in the future."

"And there will be a very generous salary every month."

Chen Xun felt that this was a ghost king-level brother, and at least he should have a monthly salary of millions, right?

The same is true for other ghosts he has contracted.

It's just that the system is a little inhumane.

Such a powerful ghost king, the reasonable salary is only millions!

Otherwise, Chen Xun would like to give them a small target of ghost money.

Hearing Chen Xun's words, the ghost king's eyes widened immediately.

It was the first time he heard that a contracted ghost who became a human being actually got a salary.

The most important thing is that there are actually two packs of cigarettes a day!

In the past, he would only smoke two packs a month.

Now he smokes two packs a day!

He was very reluctant to become Chen Xun's contracted ghost before.

But now he thinks about it.

It smells so good!

......On the other side, above the No. 8 prison, the prison guard who had asked Chen Xun to deliver food before was leaning against the prison wall with another prison guard.

His eyes slowly swept across the huge square.

It was still early in the morning, and many ghosts were moving around in the square with human limbs in their hands.

"Come, have a cigarette."

"Wait, find someone to have some fun with?"

The prison guard handed a cigarette to another prison guard next to him.

He looked at the other ghosts in the square with ill intentions.

As a prison guard, entertaining the weak prisoners in the prison is also a good way for them to spend their free time.

After all, it is too boring in this huge prison.

The prison guard beside him took the cigarette, and his mouth dripping with blood outlined a smile:

"Haha, why are you so generous today?"

"Before, you were reluctant to give me such a good cigarette."

The prison guard laughed:

"Hehehe, cigarettes used to cost money."

"But today's cigarettes are free."

"This is a way I just thought of today. Although there are some risks, someone has already taken the blame."

Thinking of this, the prison guard put a cigarette in his mouth and lit it.

Thick smoke came out of his mouth.

This thing is extremely difficult to get in prison.

Fortunately, he happened to find this cigarette in a bag of food today.

And stole it.

Moreover, he also let a new prisoner take the blame.

Now the prisoner who took the blame is probably dead.

Thinking of this, a smug smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

This method is really perfect.

But just as he was looking so proud, his eyes suddenly widened.

Because he suddenly found that the prisoner he was talking about was actually walking back to that path.

Moreover, there was not even a scar on his body.

"How did he come back alive?"

"Damn it, based on my understanding of that guy, when he knew that his cigarettes were stolen, he would definitely immediately identify the person who stole the cigarettes as the delivery person."

"There is no reason for him to come back alive!"