Lin Mo thought he might be dreaming.
No, dreams don't hurt this much. His organs felt as if someone had seized and twisted them together, countless needles stabbing into his brain, while a voice echoed in his ears:
“Lin Mo! Hand over the Wheel Seal!”
He knew that voice all too well. It belonged to the Lord of the Wheel Hall, one of the Ten Yama Kings who had surrounded and killed him in his previous life. Back then, he had held Little Tangtang's body in his arms as it slowly grew cold, with an abyss stretching behind him and ghosts filling the sky before him.
He remembered the last thing he'd shouted.
“If I get another chance, I'll bury you ghosts in money!”
Then he closed his eyes.
And then he heard this voice:
“Ding. One billion yuan in spirit currency has been deposited into your savings account ending in 6666. Your balance is 1,000,000,000.00 yuan.”
