I Have Died Long Ago, Poor Because No One Burns Paper?

"Idiot, how can money in reality be used in dungeons?"

"A body protector can protect your life several times, but it can't cure your brain disease!"

Zhang Liang felt contemptuous in his heart, and was too lazy to look at the rich and fat man.

With the help of his identity as a trickster, he successfully gathered some of the entrants and prepared to act together.

"Miss Reba, come too?"

Pretending to be indifferent, Zhang Liang walked up to Reba and invited her with a smile.

It has to be said that he wears glasses and has a gentle image, which makes it difficult for people to feel disgusted.

Reba thought for a while, then nodded in agreement.

Zhang Liang smiled even wider, and in the depths of his eyes, a trace of hidden deep desire flashed.

"I heard that Reba doesn't have a boyfriend."

"But even if there is, in the dungeon, the only one she can rely on is me."

...

More than twenty people were sent away.

Hongguang Home Real Estate Center once again plunged into darkness.

Vaguely, a few sales girls could be seen standing stiffly in place.

There was no trace of blood on their faces, only their lips were extraordinarily bright red.

Motionless, like a corpse standing there.

The scene is paradoxical and evil.

Snapped.

The lights go off.

Five more people suddenly appeared in the hall.

The sales lady twisted her neck, her expressionless face immediately turned into a standard smiling face, and she walked forward with slow steps.

"Welcome to Hongguang Home..."

"We're here to apply."

One of the five spoke, as if he was no stranger to all the procedures, and continued:

"Get out the contract."

The sales lady didn't mind, she kept smiling and handed out the document.

The five people glanced briefly, confirmed that there was no problem, and signed their names one by one.

The moment they finished writing, they felt that no matter whether they signed their real names or pseudonyms, they had already established some kind of connection with the whole community.

Once you break the rules here, you will face punishment.

"this……"

These five people are official members of the death forum.

They are strong and very confident in themselves.

But after realizing the strangeness of Hongguang's home, his pupils trembled.

It seems scarier than imagined.

"Remember, after entering the community, don't act rashly."

"There are four areas that require special attention."

"Property center, security dormitory, beauty salon, community clinic."

"These places may all have evil-level weirdness."

"This time, we just need to complete the strategy, there is no need to pursue exploration."

The person who reminded him in a low voice wore a blank mask and seemed to have the highest status among the five.

The rest of the people nodded with serious eyes.

"Follow me please."

The sales lady stretched out her hand, ready to lead them into the community.

"Wait a moment!"

"Where are you going? Take me with you."

Someone suddenly shouted, the voice was very abrupt.

In the lobby of the real estate center, both the weird and the tricksters looked at the place where the sound came out with a look of surprise.

I don't know when it started, but another person appeared here.

"He also took the initiative to enter the copy?"

The members of the five death forums knew it well.

But because of the suppression of the rules of the Hongguang Homeland, their weirdness was suppressed to some extent, and it was impossible to perceive whether the person coming was a trickster.

But subconsciously, it must not be easy for someone to come.

After all, it came in on its own initiative.

"Is this a copy?"

"what is it call?"

"Can you lend me your phone, please?"

The visitor obviously didn't know where he was, and he looked sincere, wanting to inquire about some news.

The five members of the Death Forum were speechless for a moment.

They had already determined that this young man should be a lone ranger among the tricksters.

Unexpectedly, looking at it now, it looks more like an ordinary passer-by who broke in in a daze.

I don't even know where I am.

"Sir, welcome to Hongguang Home."

"Do you want to buy a house or apply for a job?"

Another sales lady came up to greet her and greeted her.

"Are they buying a home or applying for a job? I'm like them."

The young man pointed to the five people in the death forum and replied.

The sales lady smiled, "They are candidates."

"Look at this document, and after confirming that it is correct, sign your name."

"So troublesome?" The young man sighed, looked at the document twice, turned to the end, and signed his name on it.

Looking at this scene, the five members of the death forum each sneered.

As long as you sign your name, you will become an employee of Hongguang Home and arrange corresponding work.

But most of the residents in the community are weird, and the remaining living people are not simple.

If one is not careful, he may be killed by residents during the work.

Unless they are powerful solicitors like them, choosing to apply is almost a dead end.

"This guy is going to be in trouble."

Five people thought about it silently, but no one reminded them.

They moved their feet, preparing to leave.

The sales lady glanced at the name on the document.

Yang Shou.

She didn't respond, and stood silently, waiting for the document to be approved by the rules and successfully take effect.

But soon, her ears trembled, as if she heard something, her expression suddenly changed.

"sorry."

"You do not meet our requirements."

"Please leave Hongguang's home."