"Boss! I want all the spirit money produced by the Heaven and Earth Bank!"
The boss of Yongshou Hall looked at the fair-skinned and sweet young woman in front of him, feeling surprised.
So young, yet already handling funeral arrangements, and with no sadness visible in her expression, it was truly rare.
The boss slowly flicked the ash from his cigarette and asked, "Little girl, how much do you want?"
"All of it!" Su Qingyu paused, "As long as it's printed with the Heaven and Earth Bank logo, I want it all!"
"All of it?"
The boss hesitated. His shop was a legitimate business, and the spirit money he stocked was guaranteed to be of good quality, unlike those shops that cut corners. For aesthetic reasons, all the goods he stocked were marked with the Heaven and Earth Bank logo.
Spirit money printed with the Heaven and Earth Bank logo was a registered trademark, produced uniformly by a local company.
The entire warehouse was filled with this type of spirit money.
The boss extinguished his cigarette and asked, "This... won't it be too much?"
"It's not too much! I want as much as you have! Money is not a problem!"
After saying that, Su Qingyu opened her VX balance and extended her hand, showing it to the boss.
A seven-figure balance made the boss's eyes light up.
The boss, operating under the principle that only a fool would refuse money, immediately called for his employees to help Su Qingyu with her purchase.
He sighed, "Little girl, you're quite filial. With this money, you could buy out all the stock I have here."
"I have more in my account. If you can get it from other warehouses, I'll take as much as you have."
"Yes, yes, yes." The boss's eyes crinkled into a smile, "I'll call someone to get more stock for you right now."
What was money compared to life?
Besides, she was currently exchanging money for more money.
Su Qingyu paced around the shop, examining the gold ingots, paper figures, palanquins, and various clothes and furniture on the shelves, all used for ancestral worship during the Ghost Festival.
More fashionable items even included modern villas and sports cars.
Recalling the descriptions of these items in the novel, she pointed to the offerings displayed on the shelf, "Boss, I want all of these things too."
The boss wondered inwardly: buying so much, would she be able to burn it all?
Based on his professional integrity, the boss still helped her tally the goods.
Su Qingyu, however, knew clearly that this paper money and these offerings were not for burning to ancestors, but for herself!
Not long ago, she discovered that she had transmigrated into a novel called 《Thriller Descends》, becoming an insignificant passerby.
And according to the plot's progression, in three days, the entire world would transform into a purgatory overrun by anomalies.
As an ordinary person, she would unknowingly step into instances filled with anomalies, and only by utilizing the rules could she survive.
Otherwise, she would be "polluted" by "it."
At that time, spirit money would be the only currency in the thriller world.
The rules for using spirit money were:
【 Spirit money must be marked with the Heaven and Earth Bank logo.
【 Before burning spirit money, light three sticks of incense for yourself.
【 It can only be burned for oneself on the Ghost Festival before the anomalies descend.
Fortunately, tomorrow was the Ghost Festival, and Su Qingyu had to seize this last opportunity.
After buying out the spirit money from several funeral shops, the goods filled dozens of pickup trucks.
The movers helped her load the items onto the trucks and then silently grumbled about Su Qingyu's extravagance.
Even if it was spirit money, at this rate of burning, her family fortune would be depleted!
Su Qingyu's fists were clenched tightly inside her overcoat. If the thriller world didn't descend in three days, she would have to stay in this world and work part-time to pay off her debts for the rest of her life!
Ghost Festival.
Su Qingyu instructed all the truck drivers to deliver the goods to Baishi Mountain before midnight. It was a wilderness, sparsely populated within a ten-mile radius.
The drivers delivered the goods early, unloaded them, and didn't want to stay a second longer.
The black crows circling overhead, the barren mountain peak, the mountains of paper money and gold ingots, and the paper figure Su Qingyu was hugging – anyone who saw this would curse their bad luck inwardly!
Su Qingyu poured gasoline and waited quietly. The second hand had just reached 12 when Su Qingyu began to offer incense for herself.
A mythical beast incense burner emitted wisps of white smoke.
The sandalwood fragrance seemed to penetrate her soul, bringing Su Qingyu an unprecedented sense of peace.
There was no grass or trees on Baishi Mountain; it was all bare white giant rocks.
The three sticks of incense burned down. Su Qingyu quickly lit a match and threw it onto the piles of paper.
The spark instantly grew.
To prevent herself from getting injured, she stood in the upwind direction.
The raging fire surprisingly emitted a green light, as if it had some kind of boost, burning extremely fast, without Su Qingyu needing to stir the spirit money to help it burn.
While the fire was raging, Su Qingyu threw the paper figures, paper cars, gold ingots, and paper villas she had bought into the fire.
These items were called offerings.
According to her memory of the novel, the rules for using offerings were:
【 Offerings would not be polluted but could be destroyed.
【 Before the anomalies descend, one can offer them to oneself.
【 After the anomalies descend, offerings can be bought and sold, or gifted.
【 Offerings are loyal to their owner.
This meant that after the apocalypse arrived, everything Su Qingyu had burned would transform into physical objects.
More importantly, offerings were not polluted, which would allow her to obtain temporary rest in a world overrun by anomalies.
After a night of burning, all the items were gone. Su Qingyu felt the sandalwood fragrance still lingering on her fingers.
Looking at the mess on the ground, Su Qingyu, with great civic-mindedness, made a cleaning call and hired ten hourly workers to clean up Baishi Mountain.
Back in her rented apartment, Su Qingyu distractedly browsed her computer, trying to find the novel 《Thriller Descends》 she had read before and topics related to anomalies.
However, the internet was full of "ghost stories," and there was no such term as "anomaly."
Su Qingyu scratched her head. Her slender legs were crossed on the computer chair, her head tilted back, looking somewhat troubled.
If it were just ordinary transmigration, and not into a book, her sold house and car, and her overdrawn credit card would have forced her to restart her life.
"Why aren't there any signs at all?"
"Could it be that there are no advance warnings, and the apocalypse descends in an instant?"
The incandescent lamp on the ceiling was glaring, and the phone rang.
"Qingyu, the final exams are coming up soon, why aren't you coming to school?"
The call was from Su Qingyu's deskmate and best friend, Zhuang Xiaodie.
Su Qingyu rubbed her temples and pretended to sigh weakly, "Xiaodie, I'm not feeling well and need to take a few days off."
Anyway, the apocalypse was coming tomorrow.
At that time, no one would be attending classes, nor would they care if Su Qingyu had actually taken leave.
As soon as Zhuang Xiaodie heard that her good friend was sick, she immediately asked with concern, "Ah? Are you okay? Should I take leave and come see you?"
Although she was a transmigrator, Su Qingyu had inherited all the original host's memories, so she still had feelings for this good best friend.
"No, no, you should focus on your studies. I'll get better soon." Su Qingyu kindly reminded her, "Xiaodie, tomorrow is Saturday and Sunday. You should stay home and review. Um... if the environment around you changes and you find strange notes, judge them cautiously and don't dismiss them as pranks."
Zhuang Xiaodie didn't understand and heard a creepy voice from the other end of the phone, "What are you talking about? It's quite unsettling."
"Are we friends?"
Zhuang Xiaodie answered without hesitation, "Of course."
"Then believe me, go buy some paper crafts, like houses and cars. Light three sticks of incense, and then burn them!"
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