Apocalypse of a Hundred Demons: I Became the Strongest Demon Tamer

The ghost tower was a treasure, but the treasure was not worth it.

He was full of joy.

He got the Ghost-Suppressing Tower for 200,000 yuan, and unexpectedly got the "Vajra Subduing Demon Skill".

The abbot was naturally happy.

It has been a long time since I met such a generous donor.

The second goal is the Zhong Kui Ghost Catching Picture.

Unlike the Ghost-Suppressing Tower, the Wu family knows the preciousness of the Ghost-Suppressing Picture.

These days, there are wandering souls wandering outside the city every moment. Even if there is no strangeness now, hanging such an old painting at home always makes people feel at ease.

So Chen Qing is not sure how much this thing will cost.

One hundred thousand?

One million?

Or more?

When I got home, Chen Man had already gone to school.

Chen Qing suddenly had an idea and searched for "borrow money" in the app market.

There really is one!

"Loan on Palm".

At the same time, there is a huge row of similar loan platforms below.

Here comes the money!

Chen Qing was overjoyed and clicked to download one by one. In a moment, five pages of the phone were all loan apps.

Clicked on the first one, and could only borrow 3,000...

Chen Qing was immediately disappointed.

Searched around in the software and found an asset verification.

I took a photo of the property certificate, completed various information, and returned to the homepage. The limit had risen to 120,000.

Comfortable!

A bunch of instructions, all of which I agreed to.

What details about not using it to buy a house or to speculate in stocks, all of which I agreed to.

Then there was the verification of living people and personal verification with open mouths and closed eyes, and finally, all 120,000 was credited!

Chen Shan left this house almost exclusively to Chen Qing and Chen Man. He and Chen Man always wanted to split a dollar into two, but now when they saw the long string of numbers on the account, they didn't feel anything.

This pile of stuff will eventually become waste.

He sighed and clicked on the second software.

After some operation, he borrowed 50,000 this time.

Then, the next one.

The next one.

The next one...

After staying up all night, he was supposed to have a good sleep, but he didn't expect to be busy until noon.

At this time, his account had a full 1.8 million more, and the total amount reached 10.8 million.

Should be... enough?

The biggest part, of course, is the Zhong Kui Ghost Suppression Map.

The price of this thing is not certain at all. It depends on how much the owner values ​​it. It may be 200,000 or 300,000, or even tens of millions.

Chen Qing has to be fully prepared.

In addition, Chen Qing plans to renovate his house. The two super antiques are to prevent ghosts, and there must be one to prevent people.

Before the ghost tide, building a safe house in the end of the world was an extremely niche concept.

But now it has become a business that is not much different from real estate.

Most of them are enhanced for ghosts, such as silver runes all over the house, such as the whole house is made of mahogany, such as the wall interlayer has black dog blood, glutinous rice, etc.

In addition, food and clothing are also a big expense.

I don’t feel at ease if I don’t buy thousands of tons of them.

The ghost tower has the function of storage, but it has not awakened yet!

It’s just an ordinary artifact with a little background. It has to wait until the blood moon to awaken, and after the blood moon, it can’t buy anything.

It’s a dead loop...

Chen Qing thought about it and remembered that there was an ancient tomb outside the city, which later became a major source of ghost tide.

Borrowing some ghost energy from it should be able to activate the demon tower?

"Chen Qing, I'm back."

Chen Qing's house is on the sixth floor, and the only one who can call me back on the first floor is Chen Man.

"I'm hungry."

When Chen Man entered the house, he saw that Chen Qing had not cooked, so he didn't say much.

He went to the kitchen, stepped on a small chair, rinsed and washed, and cooked the rice in the rice cooker.

Then he came to the already worn-out small table, spread out the book to do homework.

Of course, as expected, he shouted for the first question: "Chen Qing, I don't know the first one."

The same for the second question: "Chen Qing, I don't know the second question."

"Chen Qing, I don't know the third question."

Chen Qing has long been accustomed to it and teaches patiently.

Chen Man is very sensible, but also very stupid.

The next day.

Chen Qing bought himself a new mobile phone, a new outfit, and cleaned himself up at the barber shop.

Looking at himself in the mirror, with a big back hair, a suit, and a briefcase, he successfully aged five or six years.

After checking some information about the Wu family, he finally felt a little confident. The Wu family was once rich, their ancestors were glorious, and their descendants are getting by. A few years ago, they put out a fire in the safe house field, lost a lot of money, and are still entangled in several lawsuits.

Finally arrived at the Wu family villa. It is not top-notch, but almost.

Knock on the door.

The one who came out was

A young man looked at Chen Qing in confusion: "Who are you?"

"My name is Li Qing. I'm here to discuss a business deal at the request of an old overseas Chinese." Chen Qing handed over a bag of juicy fruits.

This circle is neither big nor small. If a local person asks a few more questions, he will be exposed.

"Ah? Business deal?" The young man was a little confused, but he still welcomed Chen Qing in.

Soon, a middle-aged man came down from the second floor, and Chen Qing immediately stood up.

"My name is Wu Xiaomin, hello!" The two sat down.

"Excuse me, because an old man has taken a fancy to your Zhong Kui ghost-suppressing painting," Chen Qing said with a smile: "This old man moved abroad for business, but he has always liked everything related to Zhong Kui, and asked me to ask you if you can give it up."

"Overseas Chinese?" Wu Xiaomin frowned, but shook his head: "This painting is inherited from my ancestors and is not for sale."

It's difficult to refuse without asking the price.

"Yes! I fully understand. The Wu family is a wealthy family in Ximing City, and they definitely don't lack this little money," Chen Qing tried hard to find the words, "But this old gentleman really likes the Tang Dynasty culture, especially Zhong Kui and the ghost culture it represents, which is his favorite. He should know something about you. He said that he respects you and your family's glorious history, and is willing to exchange everything he can get." Wu Xiaomin smiled. Maybe everyone has their own pride, and what Wu Xiaomin is proud of is the glory of his ancestors. "I really want to meet this friend. I wonder if you can introduce him to me, little brother?" Wu Xiaomin smiled. "Maybe it's impossible in a short time," Chen Qing shook his head and brought the topic back to the picture: "Uncle, I believe that with the glory of your family, there must be more than one good treasure passed down from your ancestors. This old gentleman really likes it to the bone, so you should give it up." Wu Xiaomin peeled the orange brought by Chen Qing, stuffed two slices in it, and said nothing. It's time to bid. Chen Qing thought to himself.

This map must be obtained!

Even if it costs to clear all the accounts.

"Will he give the one million?" A middle-aged woman's voice came over.

Yes, yes! Of course he will!

Chen Qing was delighted.

He looked up and saw a wealthy middle-aged woman.

"This is my wife." Wu Xiaomin said.

"Hello, Mrs. Wu!" Chen Qing bowed slightly and said, "I'll make a call."

As he said that, he came to the yard and dialed his brother Chen Kuan's number.

Of course, it was already unavailable.

After pretending to ask for instructions and report for a long time, he came back and smiled, "The gentleman said that this price is acceptable, and he also said that Mr. Wu is welcome to visit."

Wu Xiaomin and Mrs. Wu were both stunned.

Because this map is not very old, according to the market price, it may be one zero less.

Mrs. Wu suddenly stood up and said, "Oh, no, not one million. Two hundred... No, three... five million! Five million!"

She raised her eyebrows at Chen Qing and said, "Young man, you are the intermediary. If the transaction price is high, your commission will also be high. If it is convenient for you, tell me more. If five million is successful, I will give you a big red envelope!"

I cut my own price?

Chen Qing was speechless and shook his head, "Mrs. Wu, based on my understanding of that gentleman, I am afraid that this price is unlikely. It is estimated that it can be a little more. But it is limited."

"It's okay, just say it! For the part exceeding one million, I will give you a 20% commission!"

Chen Qing agreed, but in fact he was already very happy!

It can be won for more than one million?

It's a free pick!

He pretended to call again.

This time it took a long time.

Finally came back and said, "This gentleman bid 1.6 million."

Wu Xiaomin frowned.

He didn't actually plan to sell.

The ghost tide has a very limited impact on the north, but people still pray to gods in peacetime! In this world full of ghosts, it is always a relief to have such an old Zhong Kui picture hanging in the house.

Mrs. Wu seemed to see what he was thinking. She nudged him with her elbow and whispered, "They have been asking for debts these days. Now I feel nervous when I hear the knock on the door. Don't you still have several ghost-catching pictures? Last time I asked someone to appraise it, they said it was only worth 100,000 yuan. What are you still hesitating about?"

Wu Xiaomin finally nodded.

Mrs. Wu looked at Chen Qing and said happily, "How do I transfer the money?"

"Draft a contract and I can transfer the money now."

At that moment, Mrs. Wu and Chen Qing drafted the contract while chatting and laughing.

Soon, Chen Qing transferred 1.6 million yuan from his account to Mrs. Wu's account.

Mrs. Wu happily took out a picture.

Another envelope was pushed over. Chen Qing had just sent out 200,000 yuan in this way yesterday, so it was natural to see that the thickness was at most 50,000 or 60,000 yuan.

It is far less than the 20% promised by Mrs. Wu.

That's 120,000.

"This..." Chen Qing's face was a little ugly.

He was pretending.

When being bargained, you have to act extremely painful, so that the payer will feel that he has benefited.

"Oh, young man, that's enough! Don't be greedy!" Mrs. Wu patted Chen Qing's knees: "You earn 50,000 in this hour, which is good enough, and the overseas Chinese will definitely pay you a commission."

"Yeah." Chen Qing exhaled through his nose.

Unfold the picture.

The ugly Zhong Kui caught two little ghosts, and there were a pile of little ghost corpses under his feet.

Vivid.

No need to check the authenticity, this is it!

Chen Qing remembered the fierce appearance that could be seen in half of the city clearly!

Zhong Kui picture, got it!