Chapter 8: Burning Money
Now everyone knows that there is a ghost in our classroom, and this ghost is Han Ziyu. Every time I think of this, many people's faces turn pale. I left the classroom in shock, and after I left the school, I immediately called Wang Yinyang.
After receiving my call, Wang Yinyang immediately asked me what I found in the classroom. I immediately told him what I saw. After listening to me, Wang Yinyang said in a serious voice on the phone: "So it is basically confirmed that the person in your class group is Han Ziyu. "
"So what should I do?" I couldn't help but ask.
"Regarding this, don't act rashly for now. Just listen to me. I will tell you how to deal with her." Wang Yinyang said.
"Okay, I'll listen to you." I said, and put the phone down. Only then did I breathe a sigh of relief. No matter what, with Wang Yinyang's guarantee, I didn't need to worry about Han Ziyu at all.
After returning home and finishing my meal, I picked up my phone and started to play around with it. Soon I saw Mo Qingyu in the group chat. I hesitated for a moment, but still sent her a text message.
"Why did you save me?"
After I sent the text message, I waited for Mo Qingyu's reply. After a while, she replied: "I saved you because I think you are trustworthy."
"Really? Anyway, thank you so much." I wrote quickly.
"Nothing. I was really scared today. I didn't expect that I would actually meet Han Ziyu. She is quite pitiful." Mo Qingyu wrote.
"Yes, I was abandoned by a scumbag and had no choice but to commit suicide," I wrote.
"Are all you guys like this?" Mo Qingyu asked me. Looking at her message, I really didn't know what to say. Finally, I thought about it and replied: "Anyway, I'm not that kind of person."
After that, Mo Qingyu ignored me, and I was bored, so I started reading jokes.
The next day, I sat up from the bed, checked my phone as usual, and then turned and walked towards the school. Speaking of which, today is Saturday, and the school will be closed this afternoon. So, maybe the gatekeeper of the underworld will not issue tasks in the next few days.
While I was daydreaming, I had already arrived in the classroom, where my classmates were sitting around and talking to each other.
I returned to my seat and started chatting with Zhao Pengyu.
"You must be very proud, right?" Zhao Pengyu suddenly said.
"What am I proud of?" I couldn't help asking.
"Mo Qingyu kissed you, which is a rare good thing." Zhao Pengyu said.
"Of course." I smiled slightly, then subconsciously looked at my phone and said, "Has the mission not started yet? Who knows what the mission will be this time."
"I hope it won't be a particularly perverted task." Zhao Pengyu muttered and looked at his mobile phone.
The same is true for most people in the class. Now everyone has become accustomed to the existence of the gatekeeper of the underworld. Every time everyone comes to the classroom, the first action is to look at the mobile phone.
In the WeChat group, the gatekeeper of the underworld finally issued a new task: "Mo Yu, Chen Jiasheng, Li Yutian, Zhao Pengyu, the above four people must burn 5,000 yuan in banknotes in public. The task period is: 10 hours. The task penalty: death by being torn into pieces."
"Five thousand yuan." Zhao Pengyu looked at his phone tremblingly, and after a long while he said, "Are we going to burn all this money?"
"Yes, the gatekeeper of the underworld makes you burn money in public." I muttered to myself, looking at my phone, puzzled.
This time the task was not so abnormal, but it was still severe. Because we were just high school students. We didn't have jobs yet, and we didn't have any income. We were asked to spend 5,000 yuan, and I believe most people couldn't do it.
After all, everyone has not yet entered society, and even the living expenses are not that much.
"Five thousand yuan, how can I take it out? I only have three hundred yuan in my hand now." Zhao Pengyu said with a pale face.
"I can help you. I have two thousand in WeChat red envelopes. I got them from completing tasks." I said, raising my phone.
Hearing what I said, Zhao Pengyu's face regained color. He looked at me and said excitedly, "Thank you so much. If it's 2,000 yuan, I should be able to borrow it."
"That's good." I looked at Zhao Pengyu and said, he is my friend no matter what, I will definitely help him if I can.
Others were not so lucky. When Chen Jiasheng saw the message, he stood up immediately with a pale face. His family was considered good in our class. But facing 5,000 yuan, he had no choice.
After all, the money that high school students have is limited. Unless they are rich second-generations, it is impossible for them to have such a large sum of money.
Five thousand yuan is not a small amount even for those who have jobs, let alone us high school students who don't have jobs.
Chen Jiasheng looked at the classmates around him with a pale face and said sincerely: "If anyone can lend me some money, I promise to pay it back when the time comes."
However, when he said this, no one spoke. After all, everyone knew his character. It was normal for him to borrow money and not pay it back. Almost everyone in the class had borrowed money from him, but he never paid it back.
Among these four people, the most comfortable one is Li Yutian. He is a typical second-generation rich. One month's pocket money alone is a figure that is beyond our reach.
He stood up and walked slowly to the podium. He took out a handful of money from his pocket. He lit the money without even looking at it. Then the handful of money in his hand turned into ashes in front of our eyes.
I have to admit that this kind of rich behavior is really unique.
After he finished burning, the words of the gatekeeper of the underworld rang out in the WeChat group: "Li Yutian has completed the task, and the WeChat red envelope has been distributed."
"Haha, if only the tasks were that simple." Li Yutian said arrogantly.
When he returned to his seat, Chen Jiasheng rushed over and looked at him excitedly. He stammered, "Please, can you lend me 5,000 yuan?"
"Of course I don't care about five thousand yuan, but can you pay it back?" Li Yutian glanced at him with disdain, then asked indifferently.
Hearing what Li Yutian said, Chen Jiasheng nodded and said seriously: "I will definitely pay it back, you have to believe me."
"Trust you? Ha, I know your character." Li Yutian glared at him, then said impatiently: "Go away, go borrow money from somewhere else. I don't have any money to lend you."
"No, as long as you lend me money, you will be my boss from now on. You can ask me to do anything." Chen Jiasheng said in a flattering voice, looking at Li Yutian with a pleading expression.
"You'll do anything I ask you to do?" Li Yutian said with narrowed eyes.
"Of course." Chen Jiasheng nodded continuously.
"I heard that you have a girlfriend in another class. I've seen her. She's pretty." Li Yutian sneered and looked at him.
"If you want it, I'll give it to you." Chen Jiasheng said hurriedly. Although he had borrowed a lot of money to seduce this girl, at this point, life was more important.
"This is not what I want." Li Yutian sneered and whispered something in his ear.
Chen Jiasheng's face suddenly changed. He looked at Li Yutian hesitantly and pleaded, "This is not good."
"Then go borrow money from other people. I think someone is willing to lend it to you." Li Yutian waved his hand disdainfully.
Chen Jiasheng gritted his teeth in embarrassment, and finally nodded and said, "No problem. But Boss, you have to help me when the time comes."
"No problem, from now on, you are my brother." Li Yutian clapped his hands with a smile, then took out a stack of banknotes from his backpack.
Seeing this, we couldn't help but exclaim, Li Yutian is really rich, we didn't expect that he carried so much money with him.
Chen Jiasheng happily took the banknote in his hand, and then walked up to the podium tremblingly. In the contemptuous eyes of everyone, he lowered his head, lit the banknote with a lighter, and then the banknote burned in his palm.
It can be seen that Chen Jiasheng's face is very sad. After all, this is 5,000 yuan, and it was burned like this. It can be said that it is a complete waste.
But compared to life, this is nothing. Chen Jiasheng figured it out quickly. After he burned the banknotes, he breathed a sigh of relief and sat on the chair.
Now the only ones who haven't spent any money are Zhao Pengyu and Mo Yu. Both of them come from ordinary families and can't really afford 5,000 yuan at this time.
Mo Yu also looked at Li Yutian, but he shrugged and said, "I don't have any extra money, you can do whatever you want."
Mo Yu had no choice but to borrow from his classmates. Unfortunately, he only borrowed a little over a thousand yuan. After all, everyone was a high school student and didn't have much money.
"Go and raise the money quickly. There are still nine hours left. That's enough time for you to go," said a girl.
Mo Yu nodded and rushed out of the classroom, while Zhao Pengyu gritted his teeth and said sorry to me, then he rushed out of the classroom with my bank card. It seems that they all went to raise money.
For a moment, there was a lot of discussion in the class, and everyone looked surprised.
"How much did you lend him?" Mo Qingyu asked.
"Two thousand is all the money I have. Including the WeChat red envelopes I got from these two missions." I said.
"You are really friendly to him." Mo Qingyu said.
"I don't want to see anyone die in front of me again." I said with a sad face, my eyes full of helplessness.
Soon the head teacher came to class, but when she saw the ashes on the ground, she asked us curiously if someone had burned paper in the classroom.
But no one answered him at all. Of course, we couldn't tell the class teacher that these people were not burning paper in the classroom, but money.
