Horror Game: Inheriting Trillions of Ghost Money from Ancestors

He walked out of the door of room 404 and came to the corner of the staircase between the third and fourth floors.

At this moment, the black man seemed to be in a particularly good mood.

He was much happier than when Chen Xun saw him just now.

"Hehehe, that guy met the vice president, he is dead."

"What kind of person is the vice president?"

"I can crush that guy's head with one hand."

"Without that guy, I am still the boss of this dormitory area!"

The black man muttered, and the unpleasant singing echoed in the staircase.

At this moment, he seemed to be able to see the scene where the vice president held Chen Xun's head in his hand.

"Do you really want me to die?"

At this moment, a terrifying voice came.

The sticky liquid on his body also trembled.

Finally, he widened his eyes and looked at Chen Xun behind the vice president with an unbelievable look on his face.

What's going on?

That guy is not dead?

Then, the vice president said to Chen Xun politely:

"Mr. Dong, don't blame me. Some of our employees here do have some strange problems."

Chen Xun nodded and said:

"It's okay. I'm quite familiar with him."

"He's doing a good job."

This black guy not only didn't ask for his accommodation fee, but also gave him money.

If he finds fault again, it would be impolite.

The vice president was relieved after hearing Chen Xun's words.

Fortunately, Mr. Dong didn't mind.

Then, he glared at the black guy fiercely and walked downstairs.

At this moment, the black guy's head was like a ball of paste.

How could this guy survive the vice president's hands?

And judging from the vice president's attitude, he was still polite to him?

Wait, how did he become a school director?

The black guy looked unbelievable.

Isn't this guy a temporary worker?

......

After going down to the first floor, Chen Xun took a look around the middle and small classes of the kindergarten.

His eyes swept over all the students, but he didn't see what he guessed.

At this moment, in the middle and small class classrooms, the players who were teachers saw Chen Xun and their eyes widened.

"Isn't that the player who was fighting ghosts at the stairs?"

"Why is the vice president so polite to him?"

They were a little bit unbelievable.

They were doing their work here with fear and trepidation, but the other party was treated as a guest of honor by the vice president.

In such a comparison, they felt particularly aggrieved.

Chen Xun looked at the vice-president and said:

"Are there any records of what happened in the kindergarten in the past ten years?"

The vice-president said with a friendly smile:

"Of course there are."

"In the past, our kindergarten was the largest kindergarten in the entire city."

"Basically, more than half of the children will come here for preschool education."

"All the information about the kindergarten is in the information room."

The vice-president was a little proud. This was the only thing that their kindergarten could show.

That was the glory of the past.

"Okay, take me to see it." Chen Xun said.

The vice-president had no taboos. Anyway, he just had to serve the school director well.

Then, the vice-president took Chen Xun to the third floor.

This is the office area for teachers, and it is also a place to store information.

At this moment in the information room, a player was bowing his head to sort out the information scattered on the ground.

The A4 paper here was scattered everywhere.

"You are so clumsy, when will you finish organizing these materials?"

"If you can't finish it, don't even think about leaving this data room today!"

Next to this player, there is a ghost with tentacles on his face.

The player was pale and sweating on his back.

Yesterday, he was doing cleaning work on the third floor here, and saw with his own eyes that a player had his arm torn off by the irritable data room manager because of the wrong data organization.

At this moment, he stayed in this data room, and felt that every minute spent was like a long time.

At this time, two people came in and out of the data room.

The oppressive atmosphere in this data room seemed to be relieved a lot.

His eyes slightly looked towards the door.

He saw the appearance of the two people clearly.

One was the vice president, and the other was a player.

It was the one who beat the black man in the corridor.

But when the meeting was held today, it seemed that this player was not there.

He even thought that this player was dead.

Died in the dark night.

Even if notDeath, if you don't come downstairs to gather on time, you will also violate some rules.

The vice president will leave something behind.

But now this player is intact.

This surprised him a little.

He was really thinking, and the data room manager next to him suddenly sneered.

"Haha, another temporary worker has come."

"Okay, you two can sort out these materials together!"

"If you don't sort them out well, I just need two human sculptures in my data room."

As he said, the data manager stared coldly at Chen Xun who was standing behind the vice president.

However, at this moment, a touch of coldness came.

He suddenly saw a terrible breath on the face of the vice president.

Then a terrifying ghost aura filled the air and twisted one of his arms off.

Black blood splattered.

The A4 paper next to it was also stained with black blood.

The vice-president looked at the data manager coldly:

"If you dare to disrespect the school director, this time it's your arm, next time it's your head."

Hearing the vice-president's words, the data manager widened his eyes in horror, and then showed an expression of disbelief.

He didn't even pick up the arm that fell on the ground.

Although he was just a small administrator, he also knew what a school director was.

That was a very honorable existence in the entire kindergarten.

However, because there was no investment before, there was no so-called school director in the school.

There were only the dean, the vice-president, and the kindergarten teachers.

Who would have thought that the guy in front of him, who exuded a human breath, was actually a school director?

In other words, this guy was the investor found by the dean?

Those who can invest in a kindergarten must be at least a noble, right?

Nobles are the most untouchable existence in the entire horror world.

Especially ghosts like them who have a very low status in the horror world.

In the eyes of the nobles, ghosts like them are almost the same as humans in their eyes.

They are all pigs that can be easily slaughtered.

Even the player who was sorting out the information was stunned.

This is obviously a player, how come he suddenly became the director of this copy?

And even the vice president was respectful to him.

This is something he dared not even think about.

Compared to himself who was sorting out the information here timidly, this guy in front of him was a real high-end player?