Chapter 1 Lin Fan returns after rebirth

As soon as he stepped into the graveyard, Lin Fan felt his nose itching, as if he was humiliated by someone who only had a [-]% chance of passing the level.

Once inside, the lingering fog is still there, but it no longer blocks the view, but is a shallow layer, swaying on the ground.

The surroundings are covered by fog, and the graveyard in front of us is the only way.

This is also a manifestation of a horror scene. If someone turns around and runs away because of fear, they will be forcibly killed for violating the rules.

Therefore, Lin Fan did not look back, but quietly waited to receive the strange arrival.

— puff.

A corpse hand burst out of the grave on the side, slammed on the ground, and rose up from the ground.

The corpse that came out was strange. There was no part of the body that was not rotten, and only bones remained in the lower half of the face.

The mouth without any vocal cords opened and said:

"Is it over or not? How many days have there been so many people?"

The rotten cheeks couldn't contain much expression, but the dissatisfaction was fully conveyed through the tone of voice.

To Lin Fan's surprise, the scene inside the tomb was almost the same as outside. They were all full of ancestors' homes, but some were more modest and made of wood and earth mounds, while some were more wealthy and used mounds of earth. An entire tomb carved out of stone.

Among them, this corpse that broke out of the ground was strange. It came out of Qinglian's tomb.

It looked at Lin Fan without a black umbrella with disdain in its eyes.

"Do you all think that the 500 banknotes in this scene are very profitable? They are rushing to die."

In the past hundred years, he could not receive more than a few people, but now he received more than a dozen people in a few days, which made him feel unhappy. He slowly crawled to Lin Fan, looked around and then said:

"The rules here are to sweep the tomb and complete one of the weird requirements in the tomb. You need to complete two requirements to get 500 ghost notes and pass the level."

"If you can exceed it, you can get an additional 300 ghost notes each."

After Corpse Weird finished speaking, he pointed to the road ahead, not bothering to carry it any further.

It has been going back and forth in the past few days and walked too many times. Its workload has long been seriously exceeded. In a world without capital, it no longer needs to bear the psychological burden and can go back to rest in the grave with peace of mind.

Lin Fan nodded secretly. From the difficulty analysis, this was indeed just a breaking scene.

It's just that this range is beyond imagination.

After thinking about it, Lin Fan gently stepped onto the mountain road. Many graves with green smoke on the road seemed to have eyes, looking directly at Lin Fan.

"You are...ah, the boss."

The two subordinates of the Judgment Team who were standing on the mountain road quickly moved out of the way and said respectfully:

"I don't know if the boss came in personally. Captain Hu Xiu asked us to come in early to find out about the whereabouts of the artifact. We are responsible for the beginning of the section. Unfortunately, we are not here."

Lin Fan nodded lightly. It was naturally impossible for a strange weapon to appear just by scanning the grave. Even in this scene, it must be a very hidden existence.

But what surprised him was that the two members of the Judgment Panel were not timid at all, nor did they seem to be resigned to death, but more like they were confident that they could leave the scene.

Lin Fan naturally knew that this confidence came from him or Hu Xiu, but how could they trust him so much?

It's rare for people to trust their boss [-]% in times of crisis.

It is enough to show that there are not a few adjudicators who do this kind of thing.

Lin Fan nodded and motioned for them to follow.

Since there is no one here, there is no need to keep anyone stationed.

Going forward, the mountain road twists and turns upwards, with numerous tombs extending on both sides.

In order to reassure Lin Fan, the two men behind him clearly explained how they searched. These methods were all taught by the treasure hunting group.

All he used were conventional words, talking to those weird people.

This still surprised Lin Fan. He didn't expect that the girl from the treasure hunting group he met at the Guangzhou Railway Station would actually integrate into the judging panel.

This is a good thing.

After all, in the previous life, a lot of information about rare treasures was found by the treasure hunting team.

No matter how powerful other forces are, they cannot be as professional as them.

Lin Fan went all the way up until he reached the top of the mountain and began to walk downhill. The number of men behind him also changed from two to eight, with the last two remaining.

It wasn't until they heard the cumbersome footsteps in front of them that they turned their heads and saw Lin Fan, and then said with relief:

"Great, boss, you are finally here."

One of the subordinates pretended to be calm on the surface, but his feet had begun to tremble, obviously because he was afraid of actually dying inside.

But even though he was afraid, he did not disobey the order. From this point of view, the adjudication team was no worse than the garrison.

Lin Fan also had to admire Hu Xiu's method of cultivating his subordinates.

The last two subordinates pointed to a small temple on the right with the word "houtu" written on it. The temple only covers an area of ​​one or two square meters and is less than one meter high. Even if a person climbs, it is difficult to fit in. .

The subordinate whispered:

"That Houtu Temple is the most special existence in this mountain of graves, but it doesn't belong to the graves, so we can't even try to use words to describe it. It won't come out at all!"

"And that temple is very dangerous. If you approach it without its permission, you will die."

He spoke very quietly, but two people with sharp ears behind him heard him and said seriously:

"You will die if you get too close. How do you know? There is no one here except the Judgment Panel."

The subordinate hesitated for a while, then said in an awkward tone: "I... Hua Mingchao asked."

"How much?"

"50..."

"Then 5 points will be deducted for this year's performance."

"what…"

Lin Fan nodded secretly. It seemed that Jianghai City's progress had met his expectations.

As I said before, rewards and punishments should be implemented as soon as possible, preferably in the form of performance.

Now it seems that it has been fully implemented.

And it was all supervised, which I really didn’t expect.

However, this deduction does not mean deducting money, but is related to the issue of job promotion.

All the money used for payment such as asking for directions can be unified by Hu Xiu and then reimbursed by Mr. Xue.

"In that case, you go out first."

Lin Fan nodded slightly, indicating that they could go out.

Several people looked at each other and said timidly:

"Boss, how can we get out without you following us? Is it possible... to give these grave tricksters... double the money?"

For ten people, that's a full [-] yuan.

If this amount of money is taken out, this time the fault outweighs the merit. Not only will their work be in vain, but they will also be criticized.

So without the boss's instructions, they don't dare to spend money at will.

Lin Fan glanced lightly and said calmly:

"Okay."

I saw an extra 5000 Ming notes in his hand, and then facing the vast tombs, he said:

"As long as there are ten graves and a request that several children can complete with a smile, you can share the entire 5000 ghost notes! First come, first served, registration will be terminated after ten seconds."

"nineteen…"

Just after two seconds of chanting, more than a dozen strange beasts flew out of the grave and rushed towards Lin Fan.

"I me me!"

"Hey, don't squeeze me, choose me, all I ask is a yawn!"

"I, I, I, just blink!"

……

Seeing a dozen strange ones, Lin Fan directly took back the 5000 ghost notes on hand, and then said to his subordinates:

"After clearing the level, just give them the trial coins and go back."

The subordinates stared blankly at Lin Fan's operation, standing there, unable to calm down for a long time.

In ten seconds, not to mention it was weird, none of the ten of them reacted. Lin Fan was acting weird with nothing.

And because the amount of 5000 ghost notes was large enough, the group of weirdos were so bluffed that in just ten seconds, they rushed forward and took the initiative to claim the money without even having time to think about it.

After all, there are dozens and hundreds of tombs around. If you arrive late, you will give other weird opportunities.

The subordinates watched Lin Fan walking towards the Houtu Temple, feeling admiration in their hearts.

Did you see it?

This is called professionalism.