A Ghost Story Unfolds: The Cannon Fodder Went Mad by Burning Ghost Money

Chapter 50 Who Am I? 49Lin Xiangjun didn’t speak, merely letting out a sneer.

Amidst the Stair Ghost’s gaze, a mixture of anticipation and fear, she didn’t waste a single word, directly stabbing it through with one strike!

The Stair Ghost let out one final, unwilling roar. As the blade pierced its body, it burst apart like a piggy bank smashed open with a hammer, bronze coins clattering onto the floor with crisp, ringing sounds.

Lin Xiangjun seemed to sense something. She pulled out her Flashlight and shone it toward the apartment building entrance, and sure enough, she saw the red paper with the rules written on it, the handwriting fading away bit by bit.

The weird had died, and the rules targeting it had vanished as well.

Very reasonable.

Wang Min, who had been hiding to the side, finally poked her head out from between her knees. She had curled up so tightly, pressing her pale face against her legs, that she had forcefully pressed an indentation into her dead-person’s face.

Hmm, plastic deformation—also very reasonable.

Lin Xiangjun waved at her.

”Master, is it over?”

”Hmm, maybe.” Lin Xiangjun bent down, wanting to gather the underworld currency that had burst out after the Stair Ghost’s death.

”Congratulations to the player for killing the avatar of the Instance Master of the four-star instance ’Money, Money, Money.’ You have obtained one directed entry ticket for the four-star instance ’Money, Money, Money.’”

”Please note, this entry ticket cannot be lost, transferred, or damaged. There is no fixed entry time; please arrange your time reasonably.”

”You have obtained the prop: [Incomplete instance Core]. Please check it.”

”You have obtained the prop: [A Worn and Rusty Bronze Coin]. Please check it.”

”You have killed all outsiders in the instance and obtained the prop [All Outsiders, Just Go Die for Me]. Please check it.”

”You have obtained 859 underworld currency, which has been deposited into your Underworld Bank savings card. Please check it. You can download the Underworld Bank APP on your phone to obtain more comprehensive information about your bank card, or pay fees to receive real-time balance change notifications for your bank card.”

”Please keep up the good work and continue to achieve excellent results in instances.”

The system’s messages were practically like a horny seme in a Korean comic who’d already pulled down his pants; the messages ”bam!” popped up all over her face.

Lin Xiangjun rubbed her ears, which were aching from being bombarded by the flurry of messages. Fortunately, besides playing in real-time by her ears, the system’s messages were also repeated on the Forbidden APP, so there was no need to worry about missing anything.

After reading through all the messages, Lin Xiangjun decided to claim the props first and check their information.

[All Outsiders, Just Go Die for Me]: Place this prop in your home, and it will guard your house against any person or weird intrusion. When the intruder’s strength is higher than this prop, the prop will be damaged or malfunction. When the prop’s damage level is below 70%, it can be repaired using underworld currency. If the damage level is above 80%, the prop will be in an unrepairable state until it is completely destroyed. It’s best to keep it at home; after all, no one wants to struggle and fight all day, finally finish work and return home to rest, only to find their home has been burgled, right?

This was actually an s-rank prop?!

And it was exactly what Lin Xiangjun needed!

Lin Xiangjun lived in a village, in a detached house with a beautiful environment. The only problem was that after returning home, she might be harassed by the weird living nearby, or have desperate humans break in.

Everyone actually tacitly agreed that the real world was sometimes more terrifying than the weird world; after all, the weird in instances at least followed rules, while the weird in the real world had much fewer restrictions.

However, for Lin Xiangjun, those troubles were unlikely to be very troublesome, especially now that she had obtained this perfect prop.

[A Worn and Rusty Bronze Coin]: Keep it in your wallet; at certain times, it might have miraculous effects on certain weird. You ask when and on whom it’s useful? Sorry, go explore it yourself.

This was an a-grade prop, the level wasn’t low, but the description was vague and unclear. Lin Xiangjun frowned as she looked at the summary, having absolutely no idea when or how to use it.

The coin was no different from the description; it looked like currency from some dynasty, just dug up after being buried underground for ten or twenty years, with the rust not yet cleaned off.

Lin Xiangjun rubbed it against the hem of her sportswear, and after confirming that the rust couldn’t be rubbed off, she threw it into her pouch, placing it together with her wallet.

Next was the last prop.

[Incomplete instance Core]: To invade this instance, the Instance Master of the four-star instance ’Money, Money, Money’ split off one-tenth of its own instance core along with its own power; it is an essential material for building an instance. The core of a four-star instance, even though it is incomplete, is enough for you to make do and build a normal two-star instance, if you want to be an Instance Master.

The Incomplete instance Core looked a bit like a small slice of pizza with a bite taken out of the top, a thin, wedge-shaped piece, golden and shiny. It felt cool and icy when held in hand, a bit like a large piece of gold.

That wasn’t impossible, either.

After all, the instance was named ’Money, Money, Money,’ so it was reasonable for the instance core to be money, right?

Thinking about it that way, this core looked very much like one-tenth of a bronze coin, and the missing piece at the tip was exactly where the square hole in the center of a bronze coin would be.

Based on this size, the instance core should be a large bronze coin with a radius of about twenty centimeters.

Perhaps because it was only one-tenth of the original body, this prop’s grade was lower than [All Outsiders, Just Go Die for Me], only an a-grade prop.

However...

”Build an instance?” Lin Xiangjun fumbled with the Incomplete instance Core and muttered to herself, ”If I could build an instance... what use would it be for me to build one? Players would still invade my house periodically, mess it all up, and then walk away. Besides, this is just one component; what do the remaining components require? I don’t know anything.”

”Perhaps I should sell this thing? It’s high-grade and useful, surely some ambitious person would buy it at a high price...”

Although she said that, Lin Xiangjun played with the instance core for a long time like she was handling walnuts, but still threw it back into her pouch.

She was a wealthy person now, Lin Xiangjun reminded herself. Things that seemed useless like this could also be kept, to be taken out when they became useful, instead of always thinking about whether she could sell them for a high price.

Besides, an instance core...

”Maybe one day I’ll have a sudden whim to build an instance of my own and be an Instance Master for a while?” Lin Xiangjun made a casual joke, not taking it to heart, put all the props into her pouch, and turned to say to Wang Min, ”Let’s go, let’s go find Qin Jianyuan.”

Wang Min clutched her heart and followed closely behind Lin Xiangjun, hesitating for a long time before asking, ”Master, how did you get in when that Stair Ghost was closing the door? I heard a ’thud’ and thought the door had been closed.”

”No, the door wasn’t closed tightly.”

”Then that ’thud’ was...”

Lin Xiangjun said calmly:

”It was my foot, stuck in the gap of the door.”

At the time, she was afraid the door would be closed, yet she didn’t dare enter the stairwell for fear of being discovered by the Stair Ghost, so she only dared to guard the entrance.

Seeing the door suddenly move without wind, as if slammed shut by someone, Lin Xiangjun panicked.

Block the door with her hand? What if she got injured and couldn’t fight in a moment?

Use the sharp knife? Come on, that’s an s-rank prop, you’d use it to block a door? If it got chipped or bumped, who could she complain to! There’s nowhere to repair it, you’d cry yourself to death!

Plus, time was tight—slamming a door with such force, the time it took for the door to close was only about a second in total—leaving little time for Lin Xiangjun to think or prepare. Therefore, after a brief weighing of options, Lin Xiangjun resolutely stuck out her foot—

Bring on the storm!

It was also fortunate that Lin Xiangjun didn’t have paronychia, and fortunate that her sneakers were thick; otherwise, that impact could have really broken her bones.

”Oh.”

After a while, Wang Min asked again, hesitantly, ”So, Master, was it because your foot was injured and you couldn’t jump, so you could only walk slowly, that you didn’t run or jump just now?”

Lin Xiangjun answered this question with a polite smile.