87: ticket

Bang~

The chains were ripped apart.

Pushing open the door, Jiang Ye entered the Painter's studio again.

He glanced at the paintings on the first floor that had no Ghostly aura, and Jiang Ye strode up to the second floor.

On the second floor, there were still three paintings!

According to Vice Principal Zheng Yi, the Painter would rest at home for five or six hours, which was enough time for Jiang Ye to snatch everything here and even go to the bathroom.

He took down an oil painting Ghost from the wall: "System, initiate exchange."

A few minutes later.

"Ding~ Exchange successful. Congratulations, Host, you have received one White Devil draw."

"Next one." Jiang Ye immediately picked up one of the remaining two paintings.

Not long after.

All three paintings on the second floor had been exchanged by Jiang Ye, and he had successfully obtained three White Devil draws as he wished.

Although it was late at night and this was an act of theft in someone's studio, it was all for the sake of making a living.

He glanced at the empty second floor and then turned his gaze to the third floor.

That was the last floor of this Painter's studio.

There might be something inside, or there might be nothing.

Without hesitation, Jiang Ye stepped up.

The first thing he saw when he reached the third floor was a huge oil painting.

The painting was of a woman.

'Ghost in the painting, Yellow-Clothed Level. Can move freely within ten meters around the canvas. She is the Painter's most prized work.'

Seeing the System's description in decryption mode, Jiang Ye was slightly surprised.

He hadn't expected.

A Black-Clothed Level Ghost could create a Yellow-Clothed Level Ghost that was only one level lower than him!

She could only move within a ten-meter radius around the canvas.

After seeing this information in the System, Jiang Ye, who had originally felt a bit tricky, suddenly understood something.

"System, how many points do I still have?"

"Ding~ Host's remaining points: 1500."

Although he had acted cool many times and earned a lot of points tonight, keeping the decryption mode on had consumed points rapidly. Fortunately, there were still some left.

"Alright, exchange 499 points for gasoline and a lighter for me."

Jiang Ye said directly.

"Tsk." Hearing the Host say this, Ye Tian also understood this guy's idea.

"Ding~ Exchange successful. Host, please check."

As Ye Tian spoke, several barrels of gasoline implicitly appeared in the shadows beside Jiang Ye.

499 points worth of gasoline was enough to fill the entire third floor.

Jiang Ye didn't hesitate.

Barrel after barrel of gasoline was poured onto the floor.

The strong, pungent smell immediately affected the seemingly quiet painting in front.

"Hiss hiss~"

Amidst the hissing sound, a painted woman Ghost twisted and struggled out of the huge painting!

"Ho~" A strange sound came from her mouth.

The woman Ghost, covered in oil and wax, walked towards Jiang Ye, the living person, step by step.

Only.

When she reached a distance of ten meters from the painting, the Ghost in the painting stopped.

Standing in that area, she looked at Jiang Ye coldly.

Regarding this.

Jiang Ye nonchalantly opened the second barrel of gasoline.

The warm gasoline flowed to the feet of the Ghost in the painting.

Third, fourth...

More than ten barrels in a row.

The strong smell of gasoline had already enveloped the entire third floor.

In the staircase area, gasoline was constantly dripping down, and it even flowed to the first floor.

Finally, he took one last look at the oil and wax woman Ghost, made a waving gesture, and went down to the first floor.

He lit the fire.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!!"

The raging fire instantly swept through the entire Painter's studio!

In the very next moment, flames filled the entire third floor.

"Ah!!!"

Standing on the street.

Jiang Ye could clearly hear the sharp hissing of the Ghost in the painting inside the third floor!

A Yellow-Clothed Level Ghost was indeed not weak, but the pity was that she couldn't run away.

Confined to a single corner, fire was the best method!

Sitting on the street.

Jiang Ye exchanged some beer and roasted duck, eating and watching the fire situation at the Painter's studio.

At first, the Ghost in the painting's cries were extremely sharp.

But after a while, she couldn't cry out anymore.

After eating and drinking to his heart's content.

Looking at the Painter's studio that had turned into a fiery ruin, Jiang Ye strode in.

On the cracked floor of the third floor, he found the Ghost in the painting, burned to charcoal.

"System, exchange."

"Ding~ Congratulations, Host, you have obtained one Yellow Level Devil draw."

One Yellow Level draw, three White draws, this was the biggest gain of this early morning!

Just as Jiang Ye was excited about this, the light screen of the Devils Livestream appeared before his eyes.

"Friendly reminder, the tickets for the 901 long-distance bus are sold out."

The tickets were sold out.

"Can't take the bus to the destination?"

He glanced at the map of the Fengshan Campus, which was over a hundred kilometers away.

If he had to walk, it would take an ordinary person more than a whole day!

Moreover, in such a World, how could he walk?

Jiang Ye even started to consider whether he should just ignore the Devils Livestream and make a living in Ghost City himself.

However, remembering Vice Principal Zheng Yi's description of the Devils Livestream earlier, he had no choice but to endure.

At least for now, it wasn't the time for him and the Devils Livestream to flip the table.

"The Host can always trust the System's Devil draw."

Ye Tian's words broke Jiang Ye's frown.

That's right, he still had the Devil draw.

...

...

Qingshan Bus Station.

In the dilapidated waiting hall, there were only over eighty people.

Out of a thousand people, only these were left.

The tasks given by the Devil were not easy for ordinary people.

These eighty people were either favored by the Goddess of Luck or relied on their strength and brains.

At this moment, everyone gathered together.

The waiting hall, however, was very noisy.

The reason was the bus tickets.

Only 80 tickets for the 901 bus were sold, but there were 85 survivors here!

The current situation was not that the tickets were evenly distributed. Since buying tickets didn't require real names, most of the tickets were concentrated in the hands of a few individuals.

Chu Ze alone had fifty tickets.

As the protagonist, he relied on his protagonist's halo to meet a powerful Yellow-Clothed Level Ghost during the task period.

That Yellow-Clothed Level Ghost gave him a lot of money, which led to Chu Ze's current actions.

Bus tickets were essential. His monopoly on almost all the tickets meant he had the right to set the price as he pleased!

"Those who need tickets, come to me, 50 yuan each."

Chu Ze held up the tickets, and Mo Qiuwei's voice spread throughout the waiting hall.

"50 each? You guys are too dark!"

"Ashibba, the tickets originally sold for 20, how come you guys are selling them for more than double the price after a transfer?"

Voices of dissatisfaction gradually rose.

Although everyone received some reward for completing the task, it was clearly not much.

Chu Ze remained calm: "If you don't buy now, the price will rise to 60 in ten minutes."

The tickets in his hand were essential. If they kept stalling, the buyers would be the first to lose patience.

After his words fell, a white A Man couldn't hold back and took out money: "I want one."

"Okay."

Chu Ze nodded slightly.

The first ticket was sold.

As time passed, the crowd gradually became restless.

The second ticket was soon bought by another person.

It was also because of these two people taking the lead that the 50 yuan ticket suddenly became reasonable.

Everyone squeezed forward, vying to buy a ticket.

No money? Then pool it!

You have to understand.

There were 85 people in the waiting hall, but only 80 tickets!

If they hesitated any longer, no one could guarantee that they wouldn't be among those 5 people.

Everyone who got a ticket breathed a sigh of relief.

Fifty tickets were sold out in no time.

And a dark, strong A Man who looked honest finally squeezed forward at this time.

"Brother Chu, can you make it cheaper? The three of us only have ninety yuan and want three tickets."

The strong A Man said, while smiling honestly at Chu Ze.

"90 yuan can only buy one ticket, but considering you are Dragon Country people, it will be 100 yuan each."

Chu Ze's gaze swept over the person in front of him and said calmly.

"Wh- what?" The strong A Man didn't understand Chu Ze's meaning.

"I remember, you all gave one of the two lives you carried to Jiang Ye, right?" Chu Ze said, counting the tickets in his hand: "Since you trust him so much, go find him for a way to live. I still want to make some money from these tickets in my hand."

"Chu Ze, how can you be like this?!"

A Man squeezed forward, his face full of anger but unable to vent it.

"How am I? Do I have to be responsible for your lives and deaths? Everyone here wants to live. Saving you doesn't mean giving up the other one?"

Chu Ze retorted loudly.

As these words spread, a Dragon Country A Man who was clearly much calmer and even wearing a military uniform stepped forward.

"Chu Ze, when we came here, we no longer represented individuals."

"Have you ever thought, you gave those chances to live to people from other countries? It doesn't matter if we die, but if Dragon Country ranks last, what will Dragon Country face?"

The A Man said, looking deeply at Chu Ze: "If you don't want to give us the tickets, then forget it, after all, they are yours."

"However, compared to Jiang Ye, you, are truly inferior!"

"What did you say?!" Chu Ze seemed to have been hit where it hurt.