Revival of Demons: Staying at Home Makes You Stronger

Chapter 36 All, take it out!

Jiang Chen thought she was here to pull the deposit.

After chatting, I found that it was not, the other party was completely reminiscing.

This made him a little bit overwhelmed, because every time she had to wait until she talked about the topic, in order to bring back the memory.

"Then you can do it first. If your relatives and friends want to deposit money, remember to contact me."

Over there, He Ting saw that his answering speed was so slow, and sometimes he answered irrelevant questions, misunderstanding that he didn't want to chat.

Jiang Chen was rather embarrassed and said, "Why don't you ask me if I have any savings?"

A few seconds later, He Ting replied, "No, when will the old classmate come to the bank, I will personally receive it."

"Come to my house."

Jiang Chen said that the TV does not say rich people, but bank staff come to the door in person.

He Ting is at home. She is petite but plump and is applying nail polish.

Seeing Jiang Chen's message, he frowned slightly.

In high school, this old classmate was not so greasy.

"Okay, wait until next time when you're free."

She replied, intending to give up.

Jiang Chen was startled, thinking that this was a misunderstanding.

However, he was too lazy to explain, so he couldn't post a screenshot of the deposit.

Throw the phone away and continue playing the guitar.

The next day, He Ting spoke in the group.

"The local tyrant I mentioned yesterday reappears!"

With yesterday's foreshadowing, the group of classmates immediately exploded.

This time, He Ting is very talented in horror, so she took a photo and sent it to the group.

In the bank hall, a middle-aged man stood there.

In the photo, he looks a little distorted and indescribably weird.

"Fuck, this is a picture of a ghost."

"It's him, an outstanding entrepreneur in our city, who died in an accident not long ago."

"The people in your bank are not allowed to run away."

It might be because he was busy, He Ting never replied.

After ten minutes, she reappeared.

"Like yesterday, this ghost saved another million, and when he left, it was all ghost coins."

Because of the cancellation of the account, there is no loss in this wave.

"Don't the local tyrants change their nature after death, or just save money for fun?"

"Isn't your bank going to take action if there is no loss?"

He Ting said, "There's no way, we're all afraid of angering that ghost."

"The world is so exaggerated now."

"When we were studying, who would have thought that we would be discussing a ghost withdrawing money."

"Should I say it or not, do you still remember that cave in No. 1 Middle School?"

"Remember, it's a bomb shelter!"

Jiang Chen looked at the news in the group with a complicated mood.

People today still lack fear of ghosts.

He found He Ting's private WeChat and said, "That ghost will not be so simple. If you contact the police, it will be handed over to the relevant departments."

He Ting replied quickly: "Well, thank you old classmate for your concern, our president is doing this, let us stabilize."

"That's good."

Jiang Chen knew that the Spirit Strike Team had intervened.

A ghost of this level would not be able to deal with it.

In the past day, in the afternoon, He Ting shared the news again.

The local tyrant came to the bank again and deposited five million this time.

"Haha, I can imagine the feeling of the staff counting money."

"It's really rich."

The classmates in the group are all happy, and they have been in peace for two days, so there should be no problem.

This went on for five days.

The local tyrants have successively deposited 50 million.

This afternoon, it was He Ting's turn to be on duty.

She looked at the clock several times, and if there was no accident, the local tyrant would arrive at 2:20.

Sure enough, the local tyrant appeared on time.

Knowing that this was a ghost, He Ting was not too afraid.

Because I have seen it many times, I remember the face.

He has been wearing Chinese-style formal clothes, white and clean, wearing glasses, and speaks softly, requiring others to listen carefully.

"Hello, do you want to do deposit business?" He Ting said as the person in front of her did.

She has already done a good job of accepting the banknotes turned into ghost coins.

"No, I'll withdraw the money." The local tyrant said softly.

ah?

He Ting was stunned, this was something he had never seen before, and he didn't know what to do at all.

No matter how many local tyrants are, hand in the bank card.

"Take them all out," said the local tyrant.

He Ting held the card, goosebumps came out, and the explosion-proof glass reflected the cold face of the local tyrant.

She found herself too naive.

Thinking of what Jiang Chen said, ghosts are not so simple.

"What are you dawdling at?" said the local tyrant.

If there is no emotion, the whole body is chilled. He Ting trembled and placed the bank card on the instrument, but this card had been cancelled long ago, and no data could be read at all.

After a few failures, she looked up and almost cried out in fright.

It turned out that the local tyrant stood up, his entire face was almost on the glass, and his facial features were twisted and squeezed.

"All, take it out."

The voice from the local tyrant's throat seemed to be squeezed out.

He Ting's scalp was numb, and she told her intuitively.

Answer wrong and she will die.

Author's words: Ask for flowers for support, this type of writing is relatively small, but the author's desire to write on this subject is very strong and will continue to write, but the data can't be too bad, all readers, please use your hands~*