I Printed the Underworld Coins from the Central Bank of the Underworld and Thousands of Ghosts Begged for Them

Feilu version·Extreme coolness Lin Chen, a 27-year-old investment bank analyst, died suddenly while working overtime and went to the underworld. Inflation here is crazy, trillions of Yin money can't afford a steamed bun, evil spirits are in power, and new souls can only be devoured. At the critical moment, the underworld coin manufacturing system was awakened - the top-grade underworld coins printed had pure Yin power and were worth a hundred times as much as ordinary Yin coins! While others were fighting over a mouthful of ghost food, Lin Chen had bought the food pricing rights of the City of Waste. When the Ghost King used trillions of Yin coins to launch a war, he launched the Nether Coin-Yin Stone gold standard system. In the Yama Hall, the Tenth Hall Yama looked at the table full of golden and top-grade Ming coins and fell into collective silence. Lin Chen smiled: Everyone, do you want to end underworld inflation? Very simple—— From today on, I will make the rules of the underworld. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.