Just as the bookkeeper ghost's clawed hand was about to seize Lin Yu's arm—
The system's exchange completed. Copper coins materialized in Lin Yu's arms!
The old ghost halted abruptly, eyes narrowing in alarm.
He could feel it.
From Lin Yu's body, a surge of pure yin energy burst forth—
richer, heavier, truer than even his own… no, even greater than that of his own proprietress!
Lin Yu too felt the chill seeping from the weight in his arms.
There it was: one thousand coins per string, five full strings of copper cash!
Each coin equaled ten ghost dollars,
stamped with the four archaic seal characters—"Heaven and Earth Bank."
They gleamed like new, carrying an ominous aura, yet weighed almost nothing in his grasp.
Seeing the bookkeeper's wary expression, Lin Yu finally let out a quiet sigh of relief.
The moment he'd spotted the fat ghost toss two copper coins onto the table, his mind had been turning.
The coins were nearly identical to those he'd once exchanged from curiosity—
only his were brand-new, while the guest's were corroded and broken.
Originally, he'd planned to test them by dropping one on the floor and observing the reaction.
But the cursed teapot had forced his hand.
So he gambled.
And he'd been right!
"Fifty wen… that's only five hundred ghost dollars!"
Lin Yu pulled out a full string of coins and offered it to the bookkeeper ghost.
The elder ghost stared at the gleaming cash, throat bobbing as he swallowed.
It wasn't simple greed—
he was afraid.
That single string contained a thousand coins…
Enough to buy his life outright!
If this young man promised a guest a thousand coins to kill him, the guest would do it gladly.
If he offered even more to the proprietress herself… she might well strike as well.
And this youth… had just pulled out five strings at once!
What frightened him more—he couldn't even discern how the money had been produced.
A hidden storage technique?
No novice could possibly have such wealth and composure.
Could this be… the avatar of a Ghost King, or perhaps the chosen agent of one?
Lin Yu caught the look in the ghost's eyes—both fearful and greedy.
He chuckled inwardly.
So ghosts could feel fear too.
Just five million… and he's already this rattled? Old thing, I've got ninety trillion more where that came from!
He suddenly understood—his cheat ability was far stronger than he had realized.
He'd worried at first: what if the ghosts didn't acknowledge the currency, or worse, tried to seize it?
But judging from the bookkeeper's reaction, it was clear—
even in these horror dungeons, ghosts instinctively feared a god-tier tycoon!
Bound by the rules, they might not even dare to kill him.
With that certainty, Lin Yu grew bolder.
He shoved the entire string of coins into the ghost's hand.
"Take it, stop dithering! What, never seen this much money in your life, accountant?"
The bookkeeper ghost forced a bitter smile.
He wanted to say—he really hadn't.
After all, that fat guest had only tossed down two battered, half-spent coins.
Clearly, ghost coins held far more value here than Lin Yu assumed.
And so, even though Lin Yu had touched his ghostly claw directly,
the elder dared not strike back.
Instead, he hesitated nervously.
"This… isn't it against the rules, for you to give me so much?"
His worry wasn't feigned.
Powerful ghosts and spirit-tamers both required rules to kill others.
Had he just stumbled into Lin Yu's "kill ghost" condition?
He had, after all, reached for Lin Yu first—surely offending him!
Trying to preserve his own life, he asked cautiously.
Lin Yu furrowed his brows as though in thought.
In reality, he opened his mission panel.
[Mission 1: First Purchase! (Incomplete)]
[Requirement: Spend a total of 100,000 (Progress: 10,000 / 100,000)]
[Reward: Cashback Critical Card ×1, Nine Nether Soul-Washing Wine ×10]
"So even compensating for a broken teapot counts as spending!"
His eyes lit up.
Without hesitation, he shoved the remaining four strings of cash into the ghost's arms.
"You're right—five strings is about what a top-grade zisha teapot from the Yellow Springs Inn is worth!"
"All yours."
The bookkeeper ghost was stunned.
What does this even mean…?
Though the yin-infused coins were weightless and icy cold,
they now felt searing hot, unbearably heavy in his hands.