Driver Bro, Why Are You Giving Me Money?

"Too fast. This won't do, this won't do," the driver muttered, the black mist around him actually beginning to fade.

Before long, the driver's figure became clear.

He was an utterly horrifying person, covered in gaping wounds as though he had been bitten all over.

As the black mist around the driver thinned, the cargo compartment grew even colder. A thick layer of crimson sticky fluid had even appeared beneath their feet.

When they walked, strings of goo stretched after every step.

"Driver," Mu Rufeng said, looking him up and down.

Facing this terrifying driver, Mu Rufeng felt not the slightest ripple in his heart.

The fearlessness granted by the Zombie Template was truly far too useful in this bizarre instance dungeon.

If it had been the old Mu Rufeng, he would definitely have been frightened so badly that his hands and feet went limp.

The changes in his surroundings did not affect Mu Rufeng in the slightest.

Even with sticky strands trailing from beneath his feet as he walked, his speed did not slow by even a fraction.

"How could this be? How could this be?" Seeing that Mu Rufeng was unaffected, the driver immediately became anxious.

The driver promptly caught up to Mu Rufeng.

Yet when he reached the rear of the cargo compartment, the driver stopped dead in his tracks.

Clearly, the driver could not leave the cargo compartment—or rather, could not leave the range of the truck.

Not long after, Mu Rufeng dragged a pallet jack and an empty pallet into the cargo compartment.

"Huh? Driver Bro, why are you still here?" Mu Rufeng asked.

The driver did not speak. He lowered his head, seemingly lost in thought.

Mu Rufeng shrugged and ignored him, heading over to the cargo and continuing to unload.

"Sticky and gross. It's still a little uncomfortable. Better finish unloading quickly."

Mu Rufeng had, in the end, still been affected by the sticky blood on the floor.

However, that effect instead sped up Mu Rufeng's unloading.

After stacking the goods and wrapping them in plastic film, just as he was about to drag them out, he saw the driver walk over again.

This time, the black mist around the driver had become extremely thin, making his horrifying body exceptionally clear.

The bite wounds on his body had also begun to ooze dark-red fluid.

And with it came a foul stench that made Mu Rufeng's nose uncomfortable.

"Driver Bro, what is it this time?" Mu Rufeng stopped and asked.

"Take it." The driver extended his right hand, which was missing two fingers, and handed over a piece of paper.

Skilled and bold, Mu Rufeng reached out and took it.

Ten Soul Coins: The universal currency of the instance world, worth ten yuan.

"Huh? This is... money? No, Driver Bro, why are you giving me money?" Mu Rufeng asked in surprise.

"You unload too fast. Can you unload more slowly?" the driver said.

"Uh, more slowly?"

"Yes, more slowly."

"Sorry, Driver Bro, this is my job. You should take this money back."

"I need to work." Mu Rufeng returned the ten-yuan bill to the driver and prepared to continue working.

Seeing this, the driver seemed to panic and grabbed Mu Rufeng's arm.

"Take it, take it all. I'll give you all the money I have. Can you unload more slowly? At the very least, the unloading time can't be less than one hour."

As he spoke, the driver took out several more banknotes and stuffed them into Mu Rufeng's hand.

There were four in total, each with a face value of ten.

Together with the previous ten, that made fifty yuan in all.

"Ah, why do you want me to unload more slowly?" Mu Rufeng asked doubtfully.

Based on his guess about the rules for loaders, unloading should naturally be the faster the better.

"Fifty yuan. The unloading time cannot be less than one hour. Consider me owing you a favor," the driver said.

"Uh... alright. Fine." Mu Rufeng accepted the banknotes and agreed.

Soul Coins were the universal currency of the instance world, so they would presumably be quite useful.

"Thank you. Thank you." A faint ripple appeared in the driver's indifferent expression.

Then, he released Mu Rufeng's arm. Black mist slowly enveloped his body, and he vanished.

"A bit creepy. Good thing I'm not afraid." Mu Rufeng chuckled and put away the banknotes.

Then he looked at his arm. Where the driver had grabbed him earlier, several black marks had been left behind, but after only a few seconds, they disappeared.

No, it would be more accurate to say they had not disappeared. They seemed to have been absorbed by his body?

Mu Rufeng did not pay it much mind. After dragging this pallet of goods out and setting it down, he brought another empty pallet into the cargo compartment with the pallet jack.

He surveyed the goods inside and made a rough estimate. There should only be two or three pallets left before everything was unloaded.

He pulled out his phone from his pocket.

When he entered, his phone had lost all signal, but it could still be used to check the time.

Though he did not know what time it was here, his phone showed two minutes past eight.

He had finished unloading at seven, gone to the cafeteria to eat, and entered this bizarre instance world at seven fifteen.

By that calculation, he had spent only around thirty-two minutes unloading in total.

For loaders, a truck's unloading time could not exceed two hours.

But for Drivers, the unloading time could not be less than one hour.

In other words, Mu Rufeng still had plenty of time.

After thinking it over, Mu Rufeng decided it was better to play it safe.

He planned to unload more than half of the remaining goods, leaving only the final few items on the last pallet.

That way, even if something went wrong, he could quickly finish unloading the remaining goods.

No sooner said than done, Mu Rufeng swiftly began stacking the goods.

In no time, one pallet of goods had been stacked.

Another seven or eight minutes passed.

Mu Rufeng stacked the last full pallet of goods. Only ten items remained in the cargo compartment.

After wrapping it in plastic film and preparing to drag it away, he saw driver Chang Feng appear once more.

"You... you don't keep your word?" A shrill cry burst from Chang Feng's mouth.

Mu Rufeng found it rather grating. Rubbing his ears, he said, "Driver Bro, aren't there still ten items left?"

"Later, I'll slack off outside for a while and take it easy. I definitely won't make things difficult for you."

The driver said nothing. He stared fixedly at Mu Rufeng, then finally nodded slowly.

"By the way, Driver Bro, do you know what this place is?" Mu Rufeng asked.

Hearing this, the driver replied, "This is Scarlet Preferred."

"...I know this is Scarlet Preferred. I'm asking why I appeared here," Mu Rufeng said somewhat speechlessly.

The driver did not answer. Instead, he hesitated for a moment, then quickly shook his head. "I don't know either. I'm just a driver who delivers goods."

Mu Rufeng was no fool. The man's hesitation proved that he knew.

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