Chapter 12 You saint, well, just ignore what I said

Naturally, I don’t know the mental journey of other players. At this time, Jiang Ming has been leaning back comfortably, observing this game copy with appreciation.

According to the rich second-generation youth, the Pure Land copy is not an independent game world, but like the human world, it has provincial, municipal, and district levels.

In layman’s terms, the Pure Land is the second human world.

It’s just that ghosts live in it.

I thought about it.

Jiang Ming asked, "Are you familiar with Fu Sheng Hotel?"

The ghost driver looked straight ahead, and said slowly in a ghost's unique cold voice: "Guest, Fu Sheng Hotel is one of our landmark buildings, with a market value of tens of millions of ghost money. From time to time, humans appear there. It's very familiar."

"Have you been there too?"

The ghost driver shook his head and said, "Guest, ghosts like us who are at the bottom of society can't afford such an expensive place. I heard that any dish there costs hundreds of ghost money, and the expensive ones even cost thousands. I can't afford it at all. Moreover, that place discriminates and treats ordinary users and members in completely different ways."

Jiang Ming was thoughtful.

In the eyes of ghosts, dishes are dishes, and what they eat is the taste.

But for humans, they are resources that increase Yin power. Generally speaking, the more expensive the dishes, the better the ingredients used, and the more Yin power can be increased.

Thinking of this.

Jiang Ming glanced at the attribute panel.

[Strength: 40. ]

[Speed: 40. ]

[Spirit: 72. 】

[Yin force: 2000. 】

[Note: Yin force reaches 5000, spirit reaches 100, and you will be promoted to a third-level ghost rider. 】

He is still a long way from the standard of a third-level ghost rider.

I don’t know if the dishes in Fusheng Hotel will be better than soul fruits.

Jiang Ming thought secretly.

He had some expectations.

Just then.

Cluck...

A burst of rapid brake sounds sounded.

Jiang Ming stabilized his body.

His brows slightly frowned.

"What's wrong?"

The ghost driver roared: "This damn beggar, who wants money but not his life, dares to touch me."

Hearing this.

Jiang Ming took a closer look.

In the middle of the main road, there was a ragged beggar with a fat belly lying.

Half of his foot had been stretched under the taxi.

He was wailing in a pretentious manner.

It attracted the attention of many people.

Jiang Ming: ...

It's hard to hold.

There are also scammers in the Pure Land.

"Why would he scam you, a taxi driver? Shouldn't he scam the cars of the rich and powerful?"

Jiang Ming was puzzled.

The ghost driver wanted to cry but had no tears: "It's because I'm a taxi driver that he has the courage to scam. Otherwise, whoever can afford a luxury car is a fierce ghost. If he dares to scam, no one would dare to stop him even if his legs are broken."

"That beggar is a grudge ghost like me. We are at the same level, so there is no difference in strength. That's why he scammed so blatantly."

Jiang Ming understood.

Good people are bullied, and good wives are taken advantage of.

In the Pure Land, weakness is the original sin.

This is the law of the dark forest.

There is order, but not much.

"Sir, I may need to delay you for a while. I'm sorry, I need to get off the car to deal with this matter."

The ghost driver apologized.

He is a ghost with principles.

He has to do good things when he gets paid.

But now that there is an accident, he has no choice.

Jiang Ming's brows are twisted so tightly that they can kill a fly.

If this gets serious, an hour might not be enough.

He can't wait.

After thinking about it.

Jiang Ming said, "I'll take care of it."

After that.

Jiang Ming pushed open the car door and walked down.

The old beggar lying under the car was surprised to see Jiang Ming, a human, walking down.

Humans are so poor, can they afford to take a taxi?

It's strange.

But it's bad luck to meet him today.

No one can leave today without paying a thousand or so ghost money.

Just thinking about it.

Jiang Ming has come over.

With a kind smile on his face.

He said enthusiastically, "Oh, this is not a light collision. You must go to the hospital. Come on, I'll help you get in the car. Let's go to the hospital. Don't leave any root cause of the disease, otherwise I will feel guilty."

After that.

He didn't mind the dirtiness, and helped the old beggar up and sent him to the car.

Ghost driver: ...

He was a little confused.

No.

Big brother, what are you doing?

You are going to solve the problem, not bring it back.

If you help him get into the car, you will be cheated if you don't let him down.

You have found a living ancestor for me.

If I had known you were so saintly, I would never let you get off the car to solve the problem.

At this time.

The ghost driver looked like he had no desire to live.

...

On the other side.

The old beggar who enjoyed Jiang Ming's enthusiastic treatment was also a little stunned.

It seems that he didn't expect that there are such naive humans in the world. He couldn't see that he was cheating and wanted to send him to the hospital for treatment.

At this moment.

Even though he was planning to cheat, he couldn't help but feel a little bit of pity in his heart.

But this thought quickly disappeared.

Hey, hey, hey, don't underestimate the belief of this professional cheater.

Just take it as a lesson for this fledgling human.

If you didn't hit him, why did you help?

With this thought.

The old beggar soon sat in the back seat with the help of Jiang Ming.

The ghost driver looked hopeless and didn't know what to say.

Jiang Ming seemed to have done something good, with a happy smile on his face.

"Master, keep driving, don't block the way for the people behind."

The ghost driver could only do as he was told.

Along the way.

He looked at the rearview mirror from time to time, wondering if Jiang Ming was missing a brain stem.

He knew that the other party was scamming him but still rushed to give money.

Is he really stupid and rich?

The last second.

He was criticizing Jiang Ming, the human saint, for being blackmailed.

The next second.

He was completely stunned.

Because he could clearly see from the rearview mirror that a hand stretched out from behind the old beggar's head, holding a purple drum in his hand.

Inevitably, his face changed.

The old beggar noticed it keenly.

When he was about to look back, his head was hit hard.

Buzzing.

He looked stiffly, and saw Jiang Ming holding up the purple drum, his face still full of happiness, no, it should be an excited smile, and smashed his head again.

"Wait..."

Before the old beggar could speak, Jiang Ming had already hit him once, twice, three times...

Under the huge impact, the old beggar, a resentful ghost, soon couldn't bear the pressure and fainted directly.

Jiang Ming breathed a sigh of relief.

He used all his strength in these few times.

And for fear that only fists would not work, he directly used rare props to hit.

Not to mention.

The quality of this resentful drum is good.

Durable.

"Do you have a knife? If not, a sack will do."

Jiang Ming asked.

Ghost driver:...