Joining Tiandao Company: Starting by mending a zombie world

Professor Liu looked at Zhao Xiaoyu, who was hiding behind him with a pale face, and felt a surge of anger:

"You're supposed to be a student who studied abroad? You've completely disgraced Nanjing University!"

Upon hearing Professor Liu's words, Zhao Xiaoyu burst into tears.

"Professor, I was wrong... I was really wrong..."

"I didn't expect they didn't have an ATM here."

"And... they only accept cash, they don't even have a QR code for payment."

"Sigh..." Professor Liu sighed helplessly. Now he could only ask his mentor, Amu, for help.

"Wait a moment, Amu will be here soon."

Ah Hu shrugged indifferently:

"No one can break the rules of our village."

Amu arrived very quickly, almost at the same time as Chusheng and Dairan.

The three of them walked towards Professor Liu together.

The room was small, with three old wooden tables: two for mahjong and one for cards.

The guy named Ah Hu leaned against the poker table, leisurely watching Ah Mu.

In addition to these three wooden tables, there is also a long altar table covered with red cloth in the far corner.

On the offering table was a black earthenware jar with three sticks of incense that had already burned out.

"interesting……"

Chu Sheng stared at the black pottery jar, which was about the size of a human head, and a faint smile appeared on his lips.

Under his discerning eye, the jar was constantly absorbing the negative emotions of greed, regret, and despair from the casino.

"I thought places like this only had low-level cheating methods."

"I never expected to see a ghost-raising jar."

"A ghost-raising jar?" Dai Ran looked at the offering table after hearing Chu Sheng's words and asked curiously.

"Isn't that the God of Wealth?"

"This isn't the God of Wealth," Chu Sheng said with a calm smile, "it's a jar used to raise ghosts."

"Raising ghosts?" Dai Ran frowned and subconsciously moved closer to Chu Sheng.

Chu Sheng opened his wisdom eyes and stared intently at the ghost-raising jar in front of him.

According to "The Ghost-Catching Notes", the so-called ghost-raising jars are made of special bones - if it is to raise a person, then human bones are used; if it is to raise livestock, then livestock bones are used.

Clearly, what we see before us is a ghost-raising jar made from the bones of someone who died a violent death.

Over time, the little demons inside can be used by their owner, either to bewitch others or to cause trouble in secret.

"Brother Tiger, you've already won seventy or eighty thousand in cash, isn't that enough?" Amu stepped forward to persuade him.

But he knew Ah Hu's character well—he couldn't let go of a woman.

Ah Hu was a strong, muscular man in his early thirties with an average appearance. The only striking feature was the hideous scar on his neck, which had a very strange shape.

He stared at Amu with feigned surprise:

"That's enough? Including principal and interest, she still owes me 128,000."

"I don't want money, I just want to marry her. She should be thanking me."

"128,000?" Professor Liu trembled with rage. "This is robbery!"

Ah Hu slowly lit a cigarette:

"If you don't believe me, just ask them—how much did they lose in the last round, and what did they use as collateral!"

Professor Liu looked at Zhao Xiaoyu with a puzzled expression, then turned his gaze to Li Ming:

"Tell me, how much money do you actually owe?"

"I..." Li Ming swallowed hard, muttering like a child who had done something wrong:

"I lost a total of 150,000."

"After deducting what we won before, we still owe a little over 100,000."

Professor Liu angrily retorted, "How dare you play such a high-stakes game!"

Li Ming felt a bitter taste in his mouth—it wasn't that he wanted to gamble so much, but rather…

His gaze unconsciously drifted towards Zhao Xiaoyu.

Zhao Xiaoyu felt flustered under their gaze and burst into tears.

"I only gambled because you said you had money."

"I...I had no idea that three nines could lead to a loss!"

Li Ming, a devoted "simp" pursuing Zhao Xiaoyu, quickly took the blame upon seeing her angry and bowed to Professor Liu, saying:

"Professor, I really didn't want to gamble so much... Please help us."

Professor Liu could only sigh.

As the person in charge of this team, he couldn't just stand by and watch two students get into trouble.

"I didn't bring that much cash with me."

"How about this, I'll call a friend to bring money, and you release them first?"

Ah Hu shook his head:

"No. Either pay me now, or—keep this girl here."

Everyone knew that if Zhao Xiaoyu stayed here today, her life would be over.

"No!" Zhao Xiaoyu cried harder and harder, but her eyes kept moving.

When she saw Dai Ran, a wicked thought arose in her mind. She released her grip on Professor Liu's hand, lunged at Dai Ran, and shouted:

"Dai Ran, save me!"

"I knew you could help me!"

Dai Ran was taken aback and explained, "But I didn't bring that much cash with me!"

If online payment or bank transfer were possible, she wouldn't mind lending Zhao Xiaoyu some money.

"No..." Zhao Xiaoyu bit her lip, revealing her true purpose:

"Here, women can borrow 50,000 for free."

"Huh?" Dai Ran was startled, completely not understanding what she meant.

"You borrow money from them and let Li Ming gamble it away, and win back the money we borrowed."

"We're classmates, you can't just stand by and watch someone die, can you?" Zhao Xiaoyu said.

"What if we lose?" Dai Ran wasn't stupid; she clearly sensed that Zhao Xiaoyu was trying to drag her down with her.

"We won't lose!" Zhao Xiaoyu tried her best to explain:

"Li Ming learned gambling skills from a master; he's very good!"

As she spoke, she looked at Li Ming again:

"Right? You're going to win, aren't you?"

For the sake of his own "happiness," Li Ming went all out, patting his chest and guaranteeing:

"Dai Ran, believe me, I will definitely win!"

Dai Ran frowned: "Then how did you lose just now?"

Li Ming choked – he had actually won twenty or thirty thousand just now, and originally wanted to pretend and let Zhao Xiaoyu play a couple of rounds. Who knew that once she sat down at the card table, she would lose her mind like she was on drugs and become extremely intoxicated.

"Professor, please... please let Dai Ran help me."

"Just this once. If we win, we can leave safely."

Unable to morally blackmail Dai Ran, Zhao Xiaoyu began to beg Professor Liu again.

"Nonsense!" Professor Liu's face darkened as he rebuked him.

"What does your business have to do with Dai Ran!"

He then said seriously, "You wait here. I've already called the police, and they'll be here soon."

Chu Sheng saw everything and greatly approved of Professor Liu and Dai Ran's handling of the situation—one was not a saint, and the other was not confused.

However, things did not turn out that simply.

As the saying goes, "Bad people come from poor and remote places."

Ah Hu was a lecherous man, and when he saw that Dai Ran was beautiful, he had wicked thoughts. However, before he could speak, a green-haired ghost floated out of the ghost-raising jar on the offering table and whispered a few words in his ear.

Ah Hu's attitude immediately became excited, and he pointed at Dai Ran and said:

"Since you're her companion and have entered my casino—you have no choice but to gamble!"

Professor Liu was so angry that his fingers trembled:

"Forced gambling and forced sales? Whose rules are these?!"

Ah Hu smiled arrogantly and said:

"Here, my rules are the rules!"