Chapter 34 Money Can Buy…
Zheng Fan, as an invisible phantom Illusion, moved through the mansion, observing its layout and the movements of its occupants, then simply called out to Lin Yilin.
With his help, even though Lin Yilin was dizzy from shuttling between secret passages and normal corridors, she never hesitated with Zheng Fan's guidance, pushing forward.
Miss Lin Yilin, playing hide-and-seek on enemy territory with a full map hack, was clearly going to be the best player on the field.
Zheng Fan?
That was the cheat.
“There’s so much ‘currency’ here; the casino in the Closed Community I visited before pales in comparison,” Zheng Fan would occasionally share his observations.
“Adding this personnel arrangement, the answer is already obvious.”
As he spoke, Lin Yilin suddenly realized something, pulling a small knife from her satchel and lightly cutting a gash on her arm.
Watching the fresh red blood flow out, Lin Yilin’s pupils trembled slightly.
“What’s wrong?” Zheng Fan noticed Lin Yilin’s emotional fluctuation.
“We’re here,” Lin Yilin took a deep breath, “the Illusion’s small world.”
Abnormal conceptual intrusions were already appearing in her mind, blurring her own blood with money and wealth.
It was confirmed that she had not yet connected with the property Illusion, but she was already affected by it. This indicated that the Illusion had concentrated a lot of power here, reaching the point of distorting reality.
It was a world of difference compared to the previous knocking Illusion that only affected hearing.
Lin Yilin took a bottle of her self-prepared medicine from her bag and swallowed it, then formed a few hand seals. When she opened her eyes again, she looked at the wound.
“I’ve stabilized it for now.”
“If you can’t handle it, I’ll just take over. Don’t push yourself,” Zheng Fan said.
“I know my limits, Mr. Illusion.”
After walking for a while longer, Zheng Fan suddenly made a discovery: “Hm? There’s something over here?”
“What?”
“Lots of people, what are they doing…” By the sound of his voice, Zheng Fan seemed somewhat shocked by the scene before him.
Seeing this, Lin Yilin opened a hidden door along the passage and peered through the crack.
A large room, filled with many people. They embraced flesh and blood, their eyes hollow and glazed, their expressions dazed yet filled with immense satisfaction and happiness.
“I already possess the greatest wealth… I can buy anything, hahaha!” A person in the corner embraced bloody remains, oblivious to the bloodstains on his body.
“Luxury cars! Yachts! Everything imaginable!” one person shouted, patting two lumps of flesh beside him that vaguely resembled a car and a yacht.
“As long as you have money, women will naturally be plentiful!” The person speaking was venting his desires on a disgusting mass of flesh.
There were also people talking about living in mansions, already consumed by the flesh and blood, their mouths and noses nearly blocked, suffocating, yet completely unaware.
Lin Yilin’s pupils widened slightly. After confirming there was no one else in the room, she cautiously entered.
Zheng Fan, in the form of a grey-eyed bat, landed on her shoulder, bringing a slight sense of calm to her somewhat turbulent heart.
“Lind is over there, I see him,” she then heard Zheng Fan point with a flap of his wing.
Lin Yilin looked. If not for her strong observational skills, even having seen a photo, it would be difficult to recognize the person as Lind.
In the photo Kaibisi gave her, Lind was a gentle, refined, and promising elite.
But now, he was grey-haired, emaciated, and in ragged clothes. He had many wounds on his body, likely sustained while out “earning money,” but they were crudely filled with flesh and blood.
He chuckled foolishly, a mature humanoid figure made of flesh and blood nestled beside him, both watching two small flesh-and-blood figures happily playing before them.
After playing for a while, the small flesh-and-blood figures ran to him, hugging his legs, smearing blood on him, yet Lind was completely oblivious. Instead, he reached out and gently stroked their heads: “Good children, good children…”
Lin Yilin walked up to him, opened her mouth to call him, but the words caught in her throat.
Everyone here lived in their own world, treating her appearance and actions as if they were nothing.
They were living their “rich” lives here.
Lin Yilin’s appearance was like an out-of-place Illusion in this world.
The door to the room suddenly opened.
A man slowly walked in. He too was disheveled, wearing a suit woven from flesh and blood, his eyes bloodshot and disheveled, yet his demeanor absurdly gave off a sense of dignified gentility.
“Daluoqi Kanneitong,” Lin Yilin slowly spoke his name.
The third son of the Kanneitong Family, a good-for-nothing gangster young master, yet the last direct survivor after the family’s downfall.
“Which Firm are you from? Little mouse,” Daluoqi looked at Lin Yilin with some surprise, asking.
“Zero One Office.”
“Never heard of it.”
“That’s true, a small Firm, completely insignificant compared to you… that is, if your family were still around.”
Daluoqi’s eyes narrowed slightly: “Are you trying to provoke me? Little girl?”
“If you think so, then probably yes,” Lin Yilin said, raising her cat cat gun and aiming it at Daluoqi, “Do you want to make a comeback with a dark enterprise accumulated through Illusion? A fallen gangster prince?”
“Your provocation skills are indeed not bad, little girl from an unknown Firm. However, I have a slight objection to your ‘dark enterprise’ comment,” Daluoqi sneered, completely disregarding the cat cat gun.
“Father always said I was useless, and my brothers completely ignored me. But the result is that I survived, and they all died. They said I could only ever play around and never build any family business, and this, this is my current family business!”
He spread his arms, as if showcasing his achievements, against a backdrop of countless people’s madness.
“These are all obtained through ‘legal transactions,’ after all, with money, you can buy anything, right?” he chuckled.
“Can it also buy your family’s revival?”
“Of course it can. Although the Shenlai Firm has been a bit troublesome, I’ve prepared many contingency plans. My people will block them, attract their attention, and by the time they react and find this place, we’ll be long gone. With the ‘Bloody Conglomerate,’ a little setback is nothing. My wealth will only expand endlessly, and it will allow more people to enjoy the happiness of being rich and join us. The only surprise is… you, an insignificant little fellow, found this place even before those good-for-nothings from Shenlai, and even miraculously bypassed layers of defenses to pursue and reach this paradise.”
Daluoqi scrutinized Lin Yilin, then realized: “So that’s it, it seems we are of the same kind.”
Lin Yilin raised an eyebrow slightly.
“I earn wealth through Illusion, and you also profit through Illusion. We’re all the same. Courageous and daring. Haha, I believe you will succeed, that is… if you can get out alive.”
As Daluoqi spoke, the flesh-and-blood suit on his body flowed, solidifying into a large blade in one hand.
“We could even make a deal. Do you want to try our new currency? It’s definitely worth more than the money in Dadu! Do you want your small Firm to grow big and strong? The Bloody Conglomerate can definitely fulfill all your desires, as long as you earn enough…”
A bullet shot straight for Daluoqi’s face, blocked by his raised blood blade. He expected to block it easily, but the bullet’s impact was exceptionally powerful, directly breaking his blood blade and forcing him back several steps.
The shadow split in two, tear marks spread downwards, and grey covered the eyes.
“Kid, it’s better to face reality.” “Lin Yilin” casually twirled the cat cat gun with her finger, a look of contempt and disdain on her calm face.
Two overlapping voices echoed in the room.
“An ant shouldn’t try to sell its candy to an elephant.”
