As Lu Chen pulled out that thick stack of underworld banknotes—an entire 600,000 taels!
In an instant, it was as if the mute button had been pressed on all of City God Street.
Every ghost soldier and ghost general stared wide-eyed, their pupils reflecting a silvery gleam.
To these underworld officials, whose monthly pay was pitifully meager, this suddenly appearing "mountain of silver" hit with no less force than towering waves and a roaring tsunami!
Even Xie Bi'an and Fan Wujie, the two ghost commanders who had seen grand spectacles before, froze where they stood.
Even the lofty Prefectural City God, along with the dozens of Provincial and County City Gods behind him.
At that moment, their pupils likewise contracted sharply, their Adam's apples bobbing unconsciously.
"You...!" The Prefectural City God had just opened his mouth.
"What do you mean, 'you'? Never seen money before?" Lu Chen sneered. Raising the underworld banknotes even higher, he called out to the dense mass of ghost soldiers around him, "Listen up! The first person to lay down their weapon gets 100,000! The second gets 50,000! The third gets 10,000!"
The moment those words fell, a chorus of sharp inhalations rose from City God Street.
The Five Paths General, the Day and Night Wandering Gods, the City God judges... their faces were filled with shock and greed.
The grips on their weapons visibly loosened.
Yet despite the lavish reward, not a single ghost soldier put down their weapon.
"Hmph!" Seeing this, the Prefectural City God burst into laughter. "Brat, you think you can buy off this prefecture's officers with money? Why don't you take a look at where you are!"
With a sweep of his sleeve, the underworld banknotes in Lu Chen's hand appeared in his own the next instant.
"Not good!" Xie Qingyi