Genshin Impact: Forced to Become a Follower of the Seven Gods

In the empty mine, people sat and stood around a ghost figure. The expressions on their faces were not only confusion, but also doubts about life.

After a while, Ying regained her mind after running away from home and looked at the ghost in front of her hesitantly, "You...Northland Bank?"

As he spoke, the little yellow-haired boy looked up at the surrounding environment.

It is definitely the Lava Chasm.

But Northland Bank wouldn’t open a branch in a place like this, right?

and……

Su Ming used to work for a rich man, and it is said that she has not yet gotten rid of her position as vice president. She has also met the rich man, and now her bag is filled with operational funds from the Northland Bank.

But...

"yes……"

The ghost seemed to recall his past memories and said in confusion: "Northland Bank... I used to be the team leader under the vice president of Northland Bank."

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own people?

"What happened next?" Paimon put his hands behind his back and didn't dare to get close, but he couldn't help but ask, "How did you..."

Became like this?

They all turned into ghosts and died...

And he died in a place like the Layered Chasm.

Su Ming wouldn't scatter the ashes of his men into the Rocky Abyss, right?

"Ah..." The ghost sighed, stretched out his hand and grabbed Ying's shoulders and shook her back and forth, "Do you understand?! The rich and the unfortunate should be hung on street lamps! Street lamps! Cut into 800 pieces and hang on every street lamp!"

Ying's head was dazed, and she had no time to think about how a ghost could catch her. "Ah... I think so."

Indeed, the squinty eyes of rich people are only good-looking. If they were uglier, they would have been hung on street lamps long ago.

And Su Ming, although Su Ming was once a subordinate of the rich man, but...

Su Ming does have a lot of clever ideas, and he is also a good material for hanging street lamps.

“Can you believe this?” The ghost became more and more agitated, almost shaking the little yellow-haired boy in his hand. “I worked at the Northland Bank for ten years! Just because I wrote a number wrong, I ended up owing the Northland Bank eight million Mora!”

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Is Northland Bank so scary?

Ying barely managed to break free from the ghost's hand and sorted out her thoughts, "So which number did you write wrong?"

The ghost was at a loss for a moment, then thought for a moment and said hesitantly, "I rounded up one Mora when I calculated the annual accounts."

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Death is not unjust.

The Liyue branch miscalculated a Mora and had to work overtime for several days and nights, and Miss Anina was even forced to do labor and got dark circles under her eyes from exhaustion.

Head office, general ledger, rounding.

The two capitalists were merciful enough to leave one ghost behind.

On the side, Ye Lan's eyelids twitched violently, as if she recalled the time when Yue Hai Ting's Golden House was working overtime to find a Mora, and Ning Guang at that time...

It was no different from this ghost, and he even wanted to capture a few immortals to summon the emperor's soul to find Mora...

By the way, afterwards Ningguang asked me to sneak into the branch of Northland Bank and try to drown the green plants that Northland Bank used to attract wealth.

"It's not unfair." Ying wanted to pat the ghost's shoulder to comfort him, but after thinking for a moment, she didn't reach out her hand.

She looked at the ghost in front of her and said earnestly, "If it were me, I would probably put you in a cannonball and launch you to Sky Island."

Hearing this, the ghost shook his head and said, "How can it not be unfair? I died of overwork after working overtime to make up for 1.39 billion Mora. They are so good at making money, they even make money from the dead!"

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After working for ten years, he owed eight million. Before his death, he earned 1.39 billion which was confiscated, and in the end he died of exhaustion.

However, the head office, the general ledger, is rounded.

It was hard to tell who was more miserable at the moment.

"Now……"

The ghost seemed to have thought of something horrible, and looked around in panic.

The ghost relaxed after not seeing the familiar figure, and complained: "Now that shameless capitalist Disaster is here to make money from the dead again!"

As soon as the words were spoken, the mine seemed to fall silent again.

Paimon blinked, trying to break the weird atmosphere, "How do I make money?"

Su Ming...

Isn’t Su Ming fighting ghosts and searching for souls with Xiao?

Still able to make money?

"He..." The ghost trembled and grabbed the little yellow-haired boy's arm, "He wants to take me to work in a haunted house! He is not a human!"

Ying was silent for a moment, "At this time, I want to say something..."

The ghost paused, "You say."

Even though I have no brains left, I feel like it's not something serious.

"From a universal perspective," Ying said calmly, pretending to be mature, "capitalists have already left the realm of humanity."

Paimon:...

Paimeng stared at Ying blankly and said hesitantly, "It's a bit familiar..."

"Yes..." Yan Fei tilted her head, "It's the guest who offered tea to grandma..."

Emperor!

But I dare not say it!

"That makes sense." The ghost nodded and sighed.

"So..." Arata Ichito poked his head out, a trace of fear still lingering in his eyes, "He and I... are two different kinds of ghosts, right?"

He, Arawaki Ichido, doesn't look like this.

Look at the dark circles under his eyes, they are more obvious than if Brother Su had worked overtime for three days!

……

"How about it?"

Across the rock wall, the cool and aloof young immortal crossed his chest and spoke in a cold voice.

He looked at the man sitting on the ground next to him and asked hesitantly, "Did you scare them?"

Hearing this, Su Ming nodded and observed everything inside through the bean's perspective. "I'm trapped in a ghost wall. I encountered a real ghost. I'm letting the ghost scold me now."

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Xiao was silent for a moment, hesitating to speak, "I actually always find it hard to understand why you scold yourself?"

Can't figure it out.

People may belittle themselves, but they will never scold themselves like Su Ming without batting an eyelid.

Hearing this, Su Ming raised his eyes and said, "I did all the work. It doesn't matter if others scold me or I scold myself. Is there any difference?"

Xiao pursed his lips, "Yes."

Isn't it?

but……

Why do you say so confidently that you have done something bad?

"If I often scold myself, then people who know my identity will not scold me, because they have already scolded me." Su Ming tried to come up with a suitable reason and pointed at Xiao, "Look, you don't scold me normally, and Ying doesn't scold me either."

Xiao fell silent, looking at Su Ming with deep eyes, and after a long while he finally spoke, "But I really want to beat you up."

"Stop beating me." Su Ming stood up and looked at the towering stone wall in front of him. "Wait until Ying calls you next time and then we can go in. Now..."

Let them fumble around in circles.

Hearing this, Xiao nodded and turned to look at the darkness behind him.

In the darkness, ghostly shadows filled the air, and cold wind blew in, seemingly coming from some exit.

Xiao held the Hepu Kite in his hand and lowered his eyes to look at the karmic power that was becoming increasingly strong around him.

It is impossible to count how many evil spirits have been slain by He Pu Yuan, but it is still not enough.

"Keep fighting." Su Ming stretched, and for the first time, his face showed fatigue from the battle.

He held the knife and looked into the darkness, then patted Xiao's shoulder and said, "Don't worry, I'm here."

"Mind your own business." Xiao snorted coldly, and the tip of his gun emitted a green light in the darkness.