I inherited a family fortune of 5000 years

Chapter 1190 Follow me and do it well
The entire Devil's Eye Ghost City has become a huge Shura field, with undead dying constantly. If they want to resist, they will die if they can't even touch their opponents. Blocking, it can be said that every day should not be called, and the earth should not be called.

"Zhang Mengyu, do you really want to kill them all?" The Devil Eyed Ghost King's body was trembling, half of it was anger, half was fear.

"That's not necessarily true," Zhang Meng said with a smile, "The living are always more valuable than the dead, and the living ghosts are also more valuable than the dead. If you consider working for me, I can consider letting you go."

Zhang Mengyu also has his own considerations. Even if these undead have cleaned up their wool, he has already decided to build more than 100 billion soul cores, and this one-time business will be over.

But if they are given a way to survive and let them continue to dig the soul core, then they will have a steady stream of soul core income. Isn't this a sustainable development path?

"I'm a business genius!" Zhang Menglong slapped his thigh and directly expressed his thoughts.

"What do you want?" Hearing that there is still some turning point, the ghost kings also breathed a sigh of relief. They would rather die than live. As undead with a second life, they cherish their lives much more than ordinary people.

"How many soul cores can each ghost town mine in a year?" Zhang Mengyu asked.

"The soul cores are all located in very special places in this world, and the reserves of each vein are not large, and mining is also very difficult. My magic eye ghost town only mines [-] to [-] million a year."

"So are we."

"Damn, are you kidding me?" Zhang Mengyu cast a look at Mr. Imerton behind him, and several death guards sharpened their knives directly at the ghost king, "More than 1 million pieces a year, even if you use 2000%, You can also save 100 million a year, which is more than a billion in [-] years. Your ghost town has existed for at least tens of thousands of years, right? Think I’m not good at math, right?”

Those ghost kings were shocked, they saw how terrifying this bald head is, he can summon countless yellow sand monsters, these monsters can't be killed at all, and they have a natural restraint against the undead, the undead breath on him is simply Ten times more terrifying than their ghost emperors!
"I...we dare not lie to you!" A ghost king was almost terrified, "If we are under normal circumstances, we can indeed save a lot of soul cores, but we have to take out the soul cores we mine every year. Dedicate [-]% to Master Feng Yan, no matter how much we save, we can save hundreds of thousands of coins every year, which is not too small."

"Oh?" Zhang Mengyu's eyes lit up. There are 108 ghost cities. Even if each ghost city has 1000 million pieces a year, there will be 10 billion a year. After tens of thousands of years, there must be dozens of trillions of soul cores saved. ?

This ghost emperor is definitely a fat sheep!

"Okay, I understand," Zhang Mengyu said, "I'm very reasonable, and I know that I can't force people to death. I only want [-]% of the soul cores you mine every year!"

"???"

All the ghost kings put on masks of pain in an instant, so the agreement is reasonable?Did you say that you can't drive people to death?The ghost emperor only wants [-]%, you want [-]%?You are already beheading and cutting off your children and grandchildren.

"But... the part about Lord Ghost Emperor Feng Yan..."

"You don't have to worry about him, I'll go and have a friendly exchange with him." Zhang Menglong didn't pay attention to that ghost emperor at all.

"This..." Of course they knew what Zhang Mengyu meant by "friendly exchanges", "But my lord, [-]% of them are really too much..."

"Come on, let me ask you a question," Zhang Mengyu said, "What do you want these souls and cores for? To become stronger, right?"

The ghost kings nodded.

"What is the purpose of becoming stronger? For a better life, think about it, you already have unlimited lives in this world, at most, the life forms are different. Everyone eats, drinks and plays. Life is so happy, what more bike do you need?"

"This……"

Although Zhang Mengyu's words were obviously brainwashing them, they couldn't find anything wrong with his words. What he said was so reasonable!

"Isn't it clear when you think about it this way?" Zhang Mengyu said with a smile, "This society is so curled up only because some people are curled up, but if everyone lies flat, then won't it be curled up again? Everyone lightly How nice it is to just lie back and enjoy life."

"But my lord, these soul cores are our currency here, if..."

"It's just currency, just change it." Zhang Mengyu took out a pile of banknotes and gave them to him. "From now on, this is your currency."

"Ah?" They took a look and saw that they were banknotes with a denomination of 100 billion. The string of 0s on the back made people a little dazzled, and the words "Tiandi Bank" were written in the center, "You are already When a dead person is dead, you should use what the dead should use, this is just right for you."

"Okay, I'll give you ten seconds to think!" Zhang Mengyu started the countdown, "If the time is up, I will physically supersede you!"

"Ten, nine, eight, three..."

"Damn!" The ghost kings scolded Zhang Mengyu for being shameless in their hearts. What about ten seconds?
"I am willing to surrender..."

"I would too."

Not surprisingly, the thirteen ghost kings all chose to surrender.

"Stop!" Zhang Mengyu ordered, and all the teachers stopped killing and returned to Zhang Mengyu's side, "Every teacher has worked hard, please go back and rest!"

"Oh, how boring."

"It's only been a few minutes, and I haven't had a good time."

"Hahaha, Kakarot, you lost! I, Supa Vegeta, am the strongest Saiyan prince!"

……

"You are not allowed to resist!" Zhang Mengyu took out an exquisite pagoda from his body, and this pagoda shot out rays of light, leaving a mark on the bodies of these ghost kings.

This is a kind of soul imprint, which is specially used to restrain ghosts. Once this imprint is activated, these ghost kings will disappear instantly.

Those ghost kings also understood that they would never be able to escape Zhang Menglong's control for the rest of their lives, and from now on, they would become wage earners.

"I want this city," Zhang Mengyu said, "I'm going to build a horror-themed super escape room base here, magic eye, do you have any objection?"

Demon Eye originally wanted to say something, but thinking that his life was still in Zhang Mengyu's hands, he could only swallow his opinion abruptly, how dare he have any opinions?

Anyway, this ghost city is almost destroyed now, and he is almost a lonely family. If he is gone, he will be gone.

"Don't be so depressed, Xiaoyan," Zhang Menglong patted Moyan on the shoulder, "Follow me and do it well. When I kill the ghost emperor, you will be the boss of his city!"

The magic eye suddenly lit up!
Good thing!
Zhang Mengyu intends to support him to become the second ghost emperor!

Isn't this more awesome than he is now nesting in a small ghost town to eat and wait to die?
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"Call me boss!" Zhang Mengyu said.

"Boss, I'm afraid Lord Feng Yan will know about the things here soon," said the magic eye, "He is a powerful person, and almost everything that happens in the world of undead cannot escape his eyes."

"We have just received his voice transmission. Five days later, he will bring an army of undead to wipe out all our traitors!"

"Oh?" Zhang Meng smiled, "Since he came to deliver the courier by himself, it would save me to find him in person, right? Ghost Emperor? I want his army to come and go!"

(End of this chapter)