Chapter 309 Please God
Looking around and seeing no one, Ning Zhe looked at Xia Yubing, whose face was pale: “You were waiting for me outside just now, did you see where he went?”

Xia Yubing shook her head quickly, then nodded: “I was looking at you just now, and didn’t pay much attention to him… But I caught a glimpse of him leaning against the wall and trying to smoke… Then in the blink of an eye, it was really just a blink of an eye, and this person just disappeared, as if he disappeared out of thin air.”

“Is that so?” Fusolus looked at the two male servants guarding the door.

The two exchanged glances and nodded, saying, “The lady is right. Mr. Bayer had already put the cigarette in his mouth and was about to light it. We were about to tell him that smoking was prohibited here… but he disappeared. It was as if he was eaten by an invisible monster. Without any warning, he disappeared from our sight.”

‘Bayer’ was the driver’s last name.

“Let’s check the surveillance footage to confirm.” Ning Zhe said, “Three pairs of eyes simultaneously witnessed a living person disappearing out of thin air in front of them, and there was no sense of incongruity. This in itself is the biggest incongruity.”

“Okay.” Fusolus turned around and was about to enter the door to check the surveillance when suddenly a muffled thud came from behind him. Fusolus shuddered all over and turned his head slowly with a tense face. He saw a fresh corpse that had just died lying in front of everyone.

There was still a look of fear on the corpse’s face. It was the driver Bayer who had just disappeared mysteriously. His mouth was wide open and his brows were furrowed, as if he had seen something incomprehensible and confusing and was greatly frightened.

The ghost is still in the theater.

Several people present showed astonishment on their faces at the same time. The two male waiters quickly exchanged glances with each other without saying anything. Xia Yubing quietly took two steps towards Ning Zhe without making a sound.

Ning Zhe knelt on one knee, squatted beside Bayer, and examined his body while asking, “Did you see what happened just now?”

“I saw it.” The waiter on the left side of the door answered nervously.

Xia Yubing also nodded, her face looking unhappy.

The driver Bayer just disappeared out of thin air in front of the three people, and then reappeared out of thin air. In just a dozen seconds, he was already a dead man.

Bayer’s disappearance was so abrupt, and his appearance was so coincidental. He died in public, and those who witnessed the whole process had no idea what had happened here from beginning to end, nor did they know if they would be the next to disappear. The ghost who had never appeared seemed to be showing off to them in the shadows.

But Ning Zhe knew that was not the case. Ghosts had no emotions, no consciousness, no arrogance, and no impulsiveness. If a ghost did something, it meant that it needed to do it this way and couldn’t do it that way.

“The disappearance of a person is a necessary condition for a ghost to kill someone, or the manifestation of the ghost’s killing process is ‘disappearance’ and ‘reappearance’. The specific logic is still unknown.”

Ning Zhe stood up, turned around and said, “Gather everyone in the theater and make sure everyone can see each other before the next person disappears.”

“I’ll arrange it right away.” Fusolus turned around and left without hesitation, leaving stand No. 6 with a waiter.

“You, go and check the surveillance in the corridor.” Ning Zhe said to the other male waiter who stayed here, “I still have something to deal with.”

“Yes.” The waiter turned and went into the stands.

After sending the three away, Ning Zhe winked at Xia Yubing, and the two of them worked together to move the driver Bayer’s body into the adjacent room No. 05, placed it on the crescent sofa, lowered the curtain and closed the door.

Ding—an ancient copper coin with a square outside and a round inside fell on the glass table, rolled down the edge of the table, and landed in the palm of a gray, old, wrinkled and skinny hand.

Xia Yubing covered her mouth with her hands and stared with wide eyes at the old man in Confucian robes who suddenly appeared in the middle of the room. Half of her neck drooped limply on her shoulders, and sticky blood plasma dripped from the edge of the bowl-sized wound. Every drop was like a heavy hammer hitting her heart.

An indescribable ‘old man smell’ mixed with the stench of corrupted corpses lingered in the room. The God of Wealth appeared in the center of the room, holding a dead head with white eyes in one hand and catching the copper coin that Ning Zhe had just thrown in the other.

Ning Zhe had already put on the face of a new customer and pointed at the body on the sofa: “I’ll buy his life.”

The God of Wealth clenched his five fingers into a fist, and when he loosened his grip, the copper coins in his palm disappeared. At the same time, the driver Bayer, who had died recently, opened his eyes.

“Ah!” Bayer shuddered, sat up suddenly, and shouted, “No! Don’t!”

“Quiet.” Ning Zhe grabbed Bayer’s shoulders and slapped him in the face.

“Ah…ah…I, you…I’m not…ah?”

“Quiet.” Ning Zhe slapped him on the other side of the face.

Bayer was about to open his mouth, but when he looked up, he saw Xia Yubing pull out a brass revolver from his windbreaker, cocked the hammer and put the barrel against his head. He shut his mouth instantly, and only his two eyes widened to the size of one-dollar coins, staring in horror at the old corpse in a scholar’s robe standing quietly beside the table with his head raised.

The God of Wealth’s feet were together, and his stiff body was as straight as a tree. He did not take a step, but moved to the sofa in a strange posture and slowly extended his hand to Xia Yubing.

Xia Yubing was stunned for a moment and subconsciously turned to look at Ning Zhe.

“Here, give the money to Him, and you will be fine.” Ning Zhe took out two copper coins and handed them to Xia Yubing. He let go of Bayer’s shoulders and sat on the table. He asked calmly, “What did you see and experience just now? Tell me everything you know. The more detailed the better – if you don’t want to go through it again.”

As if he remembered something bad, Bayer’s shoulders trembled slightly.

He looked up at the God of Wealth who was asking Xia Yubing for money, then looked at the stranger in front of him whom he had never met before, and nodded tremblingly: “I…I understand…”

The God of Wealth took Xia Yubing’s money, completed the transaction, and left the scene without a trace. This is the “Wutong” rule – forced buying and selling. All living beings are guests. It is easy to invite gods but difficult to send them away. Once you see the God of Wealth, you must do business.

Xia Yubing watched the God of Wealth disappear from her sight, took a long breath and slumped down on the sofa opposite her, her heart pounding, her eyes involuntarily cast to the face of Ning Zhe across the table, who had become a stranger she didn’t recognize. She had a lot of questions she wanted to ask, but she knew now was not the time.

Ning Zhe also turned around and glanced at her with deep eyes.

“The God of Wealth’s rule actually worked successfully.” Ning Zhe thought to himself, “Is Lan Shiwen also in this theater?”

(End of this chapter)