The Five Wicked Ghosts nearly collapsed in fright. They were usually fierce towards ghosts, but when they encountered someone with actual strength, they were like mice before a cat. One of them produced another bundle of Merit.
"DING! Host has obtained 7,000 Merit Points."
Chu Hao pointed his blade at the other two Ghost Officiants and said coldly, "And yours?"
The other two Ghost Officiants meekly handed over their Merit.
"DING! Host has obtained 11,000 Merit Points."
"DING! Host has obtained 12,000 Merit Points."
Chu Hao curled his lip, saying, "What a bunch of poor saps. Are all Ghost Officiants in the Underworld this poor?"
The three Ghost Officiants couldn't help but roll their eyes; all three were pitch-black, their large, expressive eyes standing out vividly.
You're the poor one! Those Merit Points were our salaries from many years, all given to Chu Hao to save our lives!
