713. Fierce Battle (Seeking Subscription)

"How much for a ticket?"

After the red-eyed Death Cultist had made his display of power, quite a few people backed down. Seeing this, a heavily made-up woman stepped forward and asked with a smile.

"Not expensive. Ten spirit notes per person, adults and children alike."

The Death Cultist answered with the same smile.

"Spirit notes?!"

Bai Yi did not understand either, and looked blankly at Little Di and Little Star, only to find two equally blank faces.

"Spirit notes are special items that arise alongside supernatural phenomena... Spirit Exorcists can make them too, but it takes a great deal of time and effort..."

Sulu dutifully explained, "And when you encounter spirits or curses, you can even throw these 'spirit notes' out to take an attack in your place. That makes them highly sought-after life-saving items."

With that explanation, Bai Yi immediately understood. "One spirit note is equal to one life. This ticket costs... ten lives! That's fucking extortion!"

Sure enough, there were people around who understood their value, and the crowd immediately stirred.

Even those who truly possessed ten spirit notes might not be willing to hand them over to road bandits for a ticket.

"Of course... if you don't wish to buy a ticket, you can sell yourselves instead. Join us and sign a thirty-year labor contract. Our Death Cult offers generous benefits, including food and lodging..."

The red-eyed cultist continued unhurriedly with a smile. "Compared to death... what are a mere thirty years? Of course... if you're a Spirit Exorcist, you'll receive preferential treatment."

It was a carrot-and-stick tactic—drawing away the leaders and fighters among these people, leaving the ordinary folk at their mercy.

"Fuck your mother!"

Smash!

A voice suddenly erupted from the crowd, and along with it, something dark was thrown at the red-eyed cultist's