Infinite Puzzle City

Chapter 875 The Amazing Pavilion Master
"Ding-dong..."

The blood-red money fell to the ground.

The others were so frightened by the scene that no one dared to move for a moment.

Qi Jinguang simply waved his hand and took the blood-red coin into his hand.

The special cursed item, "Money Ghost Money," is an item exclusive to job advancement.

It's quite surprising that this thing is actually a special cursed object.

Qi Jinguang put away the coin and then looked at the henchmen that Ma Shuaijie had brought.

With Ma Shuaijie dead, the remaining thugs had no will to fight left.
Terrified, they turned and fled like startled birds! Loyalty and orders became a joke in the face of pure fear of death.

"Run! Run quickly!"

However, at that moment, a sharp whistle rang out.

Upon hearing the whistle, everyone hesitated in their tracks; once the whistle sounded, there was no turning back.

This was clearly a warning to them not to back down.

"I'm here to make money, not to die!" a man cursed, quickening his pace without stopping.

Seeing this, the others immediately followed behind the man. If they didn't run, they would die. Who among them had enough of living?

However, just after they had taken five or six steps, something unexpected happened!
"Ugh—!"

"Hot! So hot!!"

These people suddenly froze! A look of intense pain crossed their faces.

On each person's chest, their clothes spontaneously combusted without fire, their skin became eerily transparent, and a dark blue flame suddenly burst into flames below!

The flames were no ordinary fire; as they leaped, they carried a chilling, terrifying aura that seemed to emanate from the depths of the underworld.

"Bang Bang Bang!!!"

A series of muffled explosions rang out almost simultaneously! The eerie blue flames, like ferocious beasts on command, suddenly expanded and instantly engulfed their bodies completely! Flesh and bones melted away like ice and snow in these strange flames, and even their screams were swallowed up by the flames before they could be uttered.

But the truly terrifying sights are only just beginning!
Their souls were clearly visible in the ghostly blue flames! These souls were also burning! The ghostly blue flames clung to them like maggots, frantically scorching and tearing at their spiritual essence.

"Woo!"

Just then, a sharp whistle rang out again.
The moment the whistle fell, the phantom souls struggling in the flames trembled violently!
The azure flames suddenly contracted, transforming into streaks of light with long trails of flame, like a swarm of fireflies drawn by an invisible force, all flying toward the shadows not far away.

A slightly chubby, yet remarkably steady hand slowly emerged. The hand was bound at the wrist with the cuffs of a Taoist robe, its movements unhurried, as if guiding a swarm of bees back to their nest.

Dozens of streams of soul light burning with ghostly blue flames converged precisely above the palm of that hand, like rivers flowing into the sea!

The flames intertwined, swirled, and compressed violently, forcibly blending together the wails of souls to create a chilling buzzing sound.

In just a few breaths, all the ghostly blue flames and tormented souls were forcibly condensed into a pearl the size of a longan, perfectly round, radiating a scorching aura and an ominous red glow, which quietly floated above the palm.

“Death is never the end, but merely a change of form to serve me. Ma Shuaijie is much smarter than you. At least his physical body is gone, but his remnant soul remains, leaving a trace of hope. This can be considered the mercy that Changchun Society showed him.”

From the shadows, an old man emerged. He had white hair, a gaunt figure, and wore only a thin garment. Strangely, the snow that fell around him was melted away by a force.

"A Rank B professional!"

A glint of light flashed in Wu Man's eyes in the distance, like a tiger staring intently at the old man.

As a fellow B-level professional, Wu Man was very familiar with the aura emanating from this type of person.

If C-level professionals have already mastered their skills to a superb level and reached a profound level, then B-level professionals have truly elevated their abilities to a divine level, possessing the influence to alter some of the rules.

The old man paused, looked up at Wu Man, and a sinister smile crept across his cracked lips: "It's remarkable that someone so young has achieved this much. Truly, the younger generation is indeed formidable."

The old man's gaze then returned to Qi Jinguang, a glint of greed appearing in his eyes.

"Young man, youthful vigor is a good thing, but cutting off someone's livelihood is like killing their parents. Why do it for no reason?"

Qi Jinguang frowned, making no attempt to avoid the old man's gaze, and looked up as he said:
"Ill-gotten gains should be cut off. With your status, why would an old gentleman sacrifice your virtue, cut off your blessings, and incur blood debts for a few meager sums? The old gentleman thinks he has unparalleled supernatural powers, but little does he know that there is retribution in the dark. If it doesn't fall on him, it will surely bring disaster to his descendants. Why bother!"

Little did he know that Qi Jinguang's words had struck a nerve with the old man, whose granddaughter had died and whose body had not yet been found.

His gaze immediately darkened: "You're asking for death!"

"boom!"

The crimson soul bead in his palm, which had absorbed dozens of vengeful spirits, suddenly swelled to a deep blue. The sea of ​​fire transformed into a hundred ferocious fire pythons that tore through the wind and snow. Wherever they passed, the snow evaporated and the frozen soil cracked. Qi Jinguang, who was at the forefront, felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, and the golden light protecting his body swayed violently.

"Old man! What kind of skill is it to bully the younger generation!"

Before the fire python could attack, Wu Man's slightly languid figure appeared almost instantly in front of Qi Jinguang.

"Old man, you're getting a bit too hot-tempered!" Wu Man laughed heartily, her voice relaxed. "This thing is top-quality material, and you're just wasting it like this, what a waste! Such a pity!" Before she finished speaking, Wu Man's well-defined hand had already risen, neither dodging nor avoiding, her five fingers spread wide, and she "grabbed" at the soul-devouring, ghostly blue fire python!

The dozens of ferocious fire pythons, brimming with terrifying soul-burning and chilling curse power, were like live eels thrown into a furnace the moment they crashed into Wu Man's palm!

"Zi la!!"

An incredibly realistic sizzling sound, as if it were right next to your ear, suddenly exploded out of nowhere!

With that sound, the sky full of dark blue flames suddenly collapsed inward, its color changing from dark blue to bright gold, and its shape rapidly twisting and changing.

It was under Wu Man's nimble fingers, moving with the subtle rhythm of flipping a ladle, that an enticing and fragrant aroma was released.

The aroma wafted over, even making the miners hiding in the distance unconsciously drool.

The intense flames danced and contracted in Wu Man's palm, and in just a breath, all the violence and destructive energy vanished without a trace.

The snow started falling again.

Wu Man held a white jade plate steadily in her palm.

On the plate is a dish that is still steaming hot.

Stir-fried eel segments!

The eel segments were golden and slightly charred, glistening and tempting, with sparks seemingly still dancing on their surface. A rich aroma, a blend of exotic spices and an indescribable "umami" flavor, instantly filled the air.

"Here, sir, would you like to try some?" Wu Man smiled and handed over the energy jade plate in her hand, her attitude as sincere as if she were recommending a signature dish in her own restaurant.

The white-haired old man's face stiffened, his eyes fixed on the plate of food in Wu Man's hand.

After a moment, he said, "So it's a rare profession for the [Inspiration Chef]."

The path to becoming a master chef is extremely demanding; even after so many years as a professional, this elderly man with white hair has only met two such individuals.

I never expected to meet a third person here.

Faced with such a profession, the old man knew he couldn't gain any advantage, so he suppressed his murderous aura and said coldly, "Gentlemen, you are guests here, so you'd better behave yourselves."

At this moment, Xiao Ran and Jin Chanzi also came over. Xiao Ran sneered, "They say guests should follow the host's lead, but unfortunately, we're going to be unwelcome guests today."

After saying that, Xiao Ran turned around and looked at the group of miners behind him: "Changchun will give you a price of 410 ghost coins per gram. Starting today, I will offer 500 ghost coins per coin."

As soon as Xiao Ran said this, the wind and snow around them paused, and the entire mining area seemed to fall silent.

A moment later, a chorus of voices, like a tsunami, could be heard.

"500??"

"Did I hear correctly?"

“That’s right, 500 ghost money, which is higher than the original price.”

The crowd discussed amongst themselves, then their faces lit up with joy. If each piece of money was worth five hundred coins, and with the free protective talisman, they could quickly make a fortune and leave this place.

Some people were now kicking themselves in despair, crying out, "Damn it, I sold it too cheaply yesterday!"

"Who are these people? Five hundred yuan a gram? Does he have that much money?"

However, some people expressed doubts.

Although the Changchun Society has a bad reputation, it was once an extremely large organization.

Who are these people? Could this be a trap?
Numerous questions arose in everyone's minds, and Xiao Ran could certainly feel these suspicious gazes.

He didn't even bother to explain; he simply tossed out two large boxes.

The box was opened, and it was completely filled with ghost money.

Xiao Ran placed one foot on the box, staring intently at the pale-faced white-haired old man, and said, "So, how much money can your Changchun Association offer to compete with me?"

As the saying goes, fortunes change, and when I first entered the Changchun Guild Hall, I couldn't help but marvel at its wealth and power.

Now, Xiao Ran is unsure how much assets Changchun Club still has, but he is certain that Changchun Club's money is definitely less than his own.

The answer to this question was already decided when Amazing Pavilion opened.

"Who are you?! Who are you all?!"

The white-haired old man looked at the money box at Xiao Ran's feet, his face growing even uglier. He scrutinized Xiao Ran and the others, wondering who they were and how they dared to challenge Changchun Society head-on.

Xiao Ran smiled, casually took out a folding fan, and unfolded it, revealing four characters written on it: "Master of the Amazing Pavilion".

(End of this chapter)