Chapter 304 Training Camp (for subscription)

  The answers obtained online did not reassure Ying Zhu at all, but made him even more at a loss.

  Although Naruto Kurosaki posted a claim that there is only a chance of encountering ghosts.

  But the inexplicable Yingzhu had a premonition that as long as he stepped into the elevator, he would definitely bump into a ghost.

  As for the stairs... not to mention the problem of hitting ghosts and ghosts hitting walls.

  He, an "ordinary person" who hasn't eaten anything for almost a whole day and has been battling wits with weirdness all night, how can he survive going downstairs from the forties to the bottom?

   "It would be great if I had a flying machine!" Yingzhu felt a little envious when she saw a few office workers stepping on flying machines, or riding in eggshell-like flying tools, carrying briefcases to work.

  In the room, he also found something that looked like an aircraft.

   But looking at the exposed terminals and circuit board, it is obviously broken.

   "Excuse me... are you Mr. Mishima Kagetake?" A voice sounded beside Kagetake.

  Although he was asking, his tone was very certain.

  Ying Zhu turned around, and saw a white-collar beauty in OL suit, stepping on the aircraft, smiling professionally at herself.

   "May I ask who you are?" Ying Zhu asked.

The white-collar beauty said: "I am Shiratori Yuya, the manager of Futu Company. Congratulations, you have successfully passed the D-level weird 'test', and you will be admitted to the training camp soon. Our company has evaluated you and thinks that you may need some training. A loan of at least 300,000 chrysanthemum coins, if repaid within one year, we can lend you at a low interest rate of 7%. The interest rate will not exceed 15% within three years. If you cannot repay, we can also I will introduce you to suitable jobs for free, and take a small amount from your salary every month to repay the loan."

   "No need...thank you!" Ying Zhu subconsciously said, and then his stomach growled.

  Yuya Shiratori continued to look at Yingzhu with a professional smile.

   "I want a loan, the highest interest rate, the highest amount... How much can I borrow?" Ying Zhu asked.

  He figured it out, isn't it because he owes money?

   If you are good at it, you will pay off your debts every minute, if you are not good at it, you will commit seppuku and commit seppuku, and then five hundred days later you will be a good guy again, whoring a loan for nothing.

Shiratori Youya said: "Based on your current credit rating and potential level, you can borrow up to 800,000 chrysanthemum coins, but the annual interest rate is 20%. At the same time, you need to sign your name on our seal to guarantee Debts must be paid."

   As she spoke, she gracefully took out a contract with a **** grimace.

  This contract book seems to be just a rubbing version, even so, an evil, **** breath still comes out from the contract book.

   Ying Zhu happily signed the contract.

  Subsequently, I received a transfer prompted by my mobile phone.

   Then, I opened the delivery software, endured the high delivery fee, and ordered a big meal and a standard aircraft for myself.

  Yuya Shiratori put away the contract, turned around and flew away.

   About three minutes later, before the takeaway arrived, insurance companies, health product companies, pre-trial cram schools... and other companies called him one after another.

  Obviously, in this information-rich world, Yingzhu has no privacy at all.

  Perhaps through some data, those companies and groups know himself better than himself.

  After a hearty meal, Yingzhu finally received an electronic message.

  The text message was sent through a special number, reminding him to dress neatly and wait at the door of his house two days later in the morning after the sun rose.

Ying Zhu, who received the text message, ordered some ingredients online while still had time, and bought black dog blood and rooster blood, cinnabar, yellow paper and other items, and painted the house with pictures of exorcising evil spirits and town houses. spell.

  Facts have proved that these spells are effective.

   It's just that there is no mana drive, and the effect is greatly reduced.

  At the same time, Yingzhu was also trying to cultivate. He could feel a huge and icy energy between the heaven and the earth, but he couldn't absorb and use it, as if he lacked some necessary conditions.

  Two days later in the morning, Ying Zhu stood at the door.

   Then he saw a large black aircraft that was as silent as a ghost, hovering near the fence at his door.

  The hanging ladder fell to the door.

  Yingzhu climbed up the hanging ladder and was pulled into the aircraft.

   There are already about a hundred people in the aircraft.

   Several of them had their names flashing above their heads.

  This is a monk!

   is announcing their identities to Yingzhu, and they are looking for companions in this way.

  Yingzhu didn't pay attention, and didn't even look at these people more.

  In the early days of the opening of the world, when nothing is clear, huddling together for warmth may not yield any good results.

   Besides... how did he know that the few people who released their names and expressed goodwill were not bait?

  In the crowd, some people looked at each other, some shook their heads, and some were thinking.

  Ying Zhu was sitting on an empty chair, looking out of the window absentmindedly.

   After picking up about a dozen more people, the aircraft turned its course and flew towards the top of the sky tree.

  At this time, many people walked to the window, silently and excitedly watching the sky city that was getting closer and closer.

The bright, clean, white sky and land, gardens, lakes, and rockeries make the surrounding life poetic... trees, grass, and artistic courtyards and small buildings... all of these, All in front of everyone, slowly unfolding.

  Compared with those pigeon cages under the sky tree, life on the sky tree is like heaven.

  On the circular orbit, the artificial sun is in a low-power state, while absorbing and storing a large amount of sunlight.

  The light cannot dispel all the weirdness, but it can make people brave and strong.

  Fear is one of the core 'foods' known to the weirdos.

  So, not being afraid of weirdness is one of the basic qualities of being a member of the ghost killing team.

  This is also why, the ghost killing team reserve team needs such a large-scale "audition" from the people.

  Because some people, although they are excellent in all aspects, after spending a lot of resources in cultivating them, they are directly frightened when faced with strange things, and they have no courage to fight at all, let alone clear thinking and cognition.

  This is a lesson learned over the years.

  The aircraft landed on a green lawn.

   There were three other aircraft that landed at the same time.

  The door of the aircraft opened, and more than 300 students stood at the door of the training camp.

   Saburo Kobayashi was wrong!

   This time, there are far more than a hundred students in class one.

  Obviously because of the intrusion of monks, the number of students in the training camp skyrocketed.

  Those monks, considered as elites themselves, naturally don’t have much fear of ghosts, at least... they don’t have that much fear until they know enough about these weird horrors. Coupled with the 'pride' of being a traverser, and quitting the world to save one's life.

  The pass rate of this period has naturally increased greatly.

  However, the addition of such new students also exposed another fact.

  Under the shadow of the sky tree, the fact is covered up and concealed.

every day! How many strange events happened in this Yumu City?

  As big as the Chrysanthemum Sword Country?

  What about the whole world?

  (end of this chapter)