Obvious Loopholes, and Dying Was Getting Harder and Harder

Day after day passed. Bai Lin still had nowhere to stay at night. During the day, he had tried every possible method to negotiate with the residents here for a place to sleep, but unfortunately, not a single person agreed.

Even though he could die once every day—a genuine death, using one divine soul as the price to take the soul-seizing in his stead—living like this was no different from waiting for death.

He had originally thought that once Qin Yang arrived here, he would surely be driven into a corner. After all, Qin Yang could not be like him, capable of directly tearing off a portion of his divine soul's power without much effect on himself.

He had merely borrowed the situation slightly, intending to force Qin Yang into making a deal.

Who would have thought that Qin Yang would immediately produce a pile of secret treasures from the Ancient Underworld? Though their value was not high, they could still be exchanged for banknotes here.

Then, for some unknown reason, Qin Yang somehow obtained a huge amount of banknotes and, with utterly deranged extravagance, paid decades' worth of rent in one breath.

To be honest, Bai Lin still had not figured out how Qin Yang had done it.

With that enormous sum, even if Qin Yang had treasures to pawn at a pawnshop, the pawnshop in this little town could not have produced so many banknotes at once.

And after paying the rent, Qin Yang never showed himself again. After staying for over a month, he simply left.

Now, even if Bai Lin wanted to admit defeat or lower his head, forget finding a door—even a window was nowhere to be found.

His state of life was indeed unusual, but he could not possibly have his soul seized every