The strangeness has come, I am a god with trillions of ghost money

Chapter 381 Marshal, do you understand what it means to be a marshal? Be a marshal then!

The marshal's ghostly power was several times stronger than the instructor's, at least at the level of a ghost king, probably close to a ghost immortal. The instructor had no way to resist it.

Puff-!
The instructor fell into the blue liquid inside the instrument, and then the instrument quickly shut down.

"Who's on your side?"

Seeing that he had fallen into the instrument, the marshal straightened his uniform.

He sneered and said, "You have repeatedly framed meritorious officials and even deceived this marshal's trust. Your heart is despicable!"
Based on my observation, you are trying to sow discord; you are the one who might be the evil one!

"I'm not... glug... glug... Marshal... glug... let me out..."

After the instructor fell into the machine, it started spinning, and a lot of liquid poured into his mouth, making it impossible for him to finish a sentence.

The alarm in the laboratory has been deactivated.

While Song Mang's tank was still in the laboratory, the marshal discovered that the tank not only had no damage, but not even the slightest scratch!
This shows that the tank can withstand attacks even stronger than the one before!
An excitement flickered in his eyes, and he couldn't help but ask Song Mang, "Song, are the hundred tanks you mentioned ready? Can I take a look?"

"What are you looking at?"

Song Mang glanced at him impatiently, "I already said I'm not donating anymore, what's the point of you looking at it? It's not for you! If you want to see it, go line up!"

The marshal quickly asked, "Where do we queue?"

"You can see it when I sell it to other people and they use it."

"...?"

The military region received news that Song Mang wanted to donate tanks, but the marshal had not yet seen the video recorded by the principal.

He only knew that someone wanted to donate tanks, but this person was a dangerous individual who could have an impact on the military region.

If he had known earlier that this tank was so powerful, he would never have let Song Mang test it.

He didn't care if she was a demon or not; as long as she could donate a hundred tanks, she was his friend!

We're losing the war, and everyone's dying, so who cares about anything else now!

There was a misunderstanding before.

The marshal coughed lightly and said, "I apologize to you! I can make it up to you for what happened earlier. Just tell me what you want! As long as it's within my power, I will definitely agree to it!"

"Really?"

"Of course."

The marshal looked at the other officers and said, "So many of my men are here; let them be my witnesses today."

Even if I can't do what you asked for now, I'll definitely do it for you in the future!

"That's it."

Song Mang then emerged from the tank, leaned lazily against it, and sized up the marshal.

Song Mang snorted coldly and said, "You can't even distinguish between humans and evil species, and you arbitrarily frame innocent people. What kind of marshal are you? Do you even know how to be a marshal? I might as well be the one."

"...?"

Before the marshal could react, Song Mang said, "Then let these people be witnesses. You should step down now and let me become the new marshal of the Eastern District."

"...?"

Upon hearing Song Mang's request, everyone present gasped and stared at her in disbelief.

She really dares to bring that up!

The scene became unusually quiet; you could hear a pin drop. Everyone was afraid to breathe too loudly.

Song Mang then said, "If I were the marshal, I would definitely give everyone the best treatment, so that everyone can eat fresh food every day and no longer need to take energy drinks."

"The salaries of all soldiers in the military region will be increased tenfold, and we'll also provide you with one hundred fighter jets. We can also find professional researchers to help upgrade the warships."

Now, only the marshal remained silent, while the other officers gathered together and began to discuss the matter.

"Salary? What is salary?" "Our salary is energy liquid! Each person gets three bottles a day. Is she going to give us thirty bottles a day? That's awesome! Our abilities will improve even faster!"

"But she said I don't need to take any more energy drinks, so it shouldn't be energy drinks, and I wouldn't need anything else!"

Song Mang overheard their discussion and was somewhat surprised. "You work here, risk your lives on the battlefield, and could be wiped out in an instant, yet you don't even get paid?"

Good heavens, the idol that created this instance is so stingy, making these monsters do all the work for free!
Is this the purpose of making them forget that they are monsters and think that they are still human?
Song Mang said, "The salary I pay you is ghost money. Ghost money can be used to buy a lot of things. Not only can you buy food, drinks and other necessities, but you can also buy medicine to improve your strength, and you can also buy super powerful weapons!"

But after she finished speaking, everyone still lost interest.

Some people said, "There's nothing here. It's all desert outside, not even a blade of grass grows. Where can we buy anything? There's no one to sell anything!"

"You can buy it after you leave."

Song Mang even held up her phone to show them, "You can also order takeout here!"

The people were unfamiliar with the eerie app; they didn't have it on their phones at all.

Song Mang then let them place one.

In an instant, it was as if those people had opened the door to a new world, and they all held onto their phones tightly.

These NPC humans are all strange, and their cell phones are from the underworld; they can also be used in dungeons.

There's also a forum on the Weird App, where both humans and ghosts can be found, but most of the time it's powerful Weirds who post.

Humans mostly just watch.

The official forum established by humans is the forum of the Ghost Suppression Bureau. Most humans like to be active on the Ghost Suppression Bureau's forum, but some ghosts will also go in and pretend to be human to watch.

"Holy crap! We got ripped off!"

Suddenly, an officer shouted!
He glared angrily at the marshal, “Marshal, why do we only have energy liquid and not a single penny of salary! I see those people outside getting at least a hundred ghost coins a month!”

The marshal clearly knew about the strange app and said somewhat guiltily, "Isn't that because we're at war? Our place is different from other places."

There's nothing here, and there's constant fighting. I can't even get my own salary, how am I supposed to pay you all?

Others responded, saying, "I often hear people talking about dungeons, talking about players, and even saying that we are actors in dungeons!"

I saw on the forum of this app that everyone is saying that actors get paid! They can use their salary to buy things they need on the app, or they can buy things from other people!
"Marshal, we have nothing here. Is it because you didn't buy anything? Why don't you buy some on the app?"

The marshal said, somewhat speechless, "I already said I don't have a salary, how am I supposed to buy it?"

"What's the difference? They're acting in the dungeon, and so are we!"

These bizarre situations are like living in The Truman Show. They had no idea how outrageous their treatment was. They thought that risking their lives on the battlefield without pay and only receiving a little energy liquid each day was already a good thing.

Until I saw other bizarre ways of life.

"Why is there nothing here? Why do I have nothing either..."

"They say everything in the dungeon is a ghost, that everything is dead, but I'm still alive!"

Am I a human or a ghost?

"I try so hard to live, but I'm just existing. Why is it so unfair! Ah!"

People kept asking questions.

Some people experienced a splitting headache, their eyes suddenly turned bloodshot, and they clutched their heads in pain.

The marshal observed that many people's bodies and expressions were becoming distorted, and many blood-red cracks appeared on their skin, with a dense ghostly aura constantly emanating from them.

He immediately panicked.

We can't let them keep agonizing over this. If they continue like this, we're all doomed!
The marshal grabbed Song Mang's shoulder and said, "You're the one to be the marshal. You're in charge of paying their salaries! Quickly calm them down!"

The power within them was something they couldn't contend with; once it erupted, this place would be finished! The East District would become a world of evil!

(End of this chapter)