Collecting Rent From All Realms, Even Empresses Must Pay Tribute
Ch. 49 - One Million Yuan Payment

Seeing Wang Yanran casually offer one million yuan, Ye Chuan coughed for a while, staring at the serious-looking girl, his mind racing.

How was she so rich? Offering a million without even blinking.

Was she messing with him?

But Wang Yanran seemed sincere. It was probably because he had been poor for so long that he found spending a million on a video absurd.

Seeing Ye Chuan's silence and coughing, Wang Yanran quickly explained, "Senior, do you want ten million? I don't have that much liquid cash on hand right now, but I can gather it in a few days."

"No, one million is fine, quite good actually." Ye Chuan coughed again, not wanting her to go through the trouble of gathering more money. Who knew what could happen in a few days?

What if this girl got killed by that guy again? Or changed her mind?

Taking what he could get now was the most practical approach. Taking more would only cause trouble.

He said, feigning composure, "Transfer me one million, and I'll give you the video."

"Okay!"

Wang Yanran had no problem with the one million price tag. After all, Ye Chuan was her savior, and the video contained crucial evidence. One million was a perfectly acceptable price.

"Send it to this account." Ye Chuan added Wang Yanran on his phone and sent her his account number.

Ever since he got the Ten Thousand Realms Landlord app, his bank account seemed to be protected. Even large transactions wouldn't trigger any investigations.

Seeing the one million arrive in his account, Ye Chuan's heart raced.

This trip was quite profitable. Not only had he gained a cowardly female ghost tenant, but he had also earned a million yuan.

[Balance has reached the required amount. Ten Thousand Realms Landlord app has unlocked the Pill Refining and Medicine Crafting feature.]

A notification popped up, making Ye Chuan freeze.

Huh?

Pill refining? Medicine crafting?

What strange features were these? Could he make his own Tiger Strength Pills and other items now?

"Senior, did you receive the money?" Wang Yanran asked, seeing Ye Chuan staring at his phone.

"Oh, I got it." Ye Chuan replied, returning to the chat and sending the video to Wang Yanran. "Alright, Miss Wang, see you around."

He then kicked Lan XiaoKe's backside. "Scaredy-cat, let's go home."

"I can't leave," Lan XiaoKe mumbled, clutching her backside.

If she could leave, she would have left long ago. Ever since she choked to death, she hadn't been able to leave the fifth floor, just wandering around every night.

"This ghost is a low-level earthbound spirit, commonly known as a lingering soul. Her sudden death and deep-seated attachments are preventing her from leaving this place," Wang Yanran explained.

Lan XiaoKe nodded vigorously.

"Then how do I take her with me?" Ye Chuan asked.

"Resolve her regrets, and she can reincarnate or leave this place," Wang Yanran said, looking at Lan XiaoKe. "Is there anything you want to do?"

Lan XiaoKe immediately said, "I-I want to log into my game account!"

Her words stunned both Ye Chuan and Wang Yanran.

"What? Don't other ghosts want to see their loved ones or take revenge on their enemies before becoming lingering souls?" Ye Chuan was surprised. What was with this ghost?

Wanting to play games?

A shut-in who died suddenly?

"You don't understand! I got a super rare item drop, I could sell it for tens of thousands of yuan! But I died before I could sell it!" Lan XiaoKe suddenly became agitated. 

"It's so frustrating! I was always short on money, and I finally had a chance to get rich, then I died!"

Ye Chuan suddenly understood Lan XiaoKe.

She could have been rich, but she choked to death on instant noodles before she could cash in. It was understandable that she had some lingering resentment.

But what kind of item could sell for tens of thousands of yuan?

Ye Chuan asked Lan XiaoKe the name of the game, and it sounded familiar. "I think I've heard of this game before."

He took out his phone and searched for it.

"A game from twenty years ago? It's already shut down?" Ye Chuan's words stunned Lan XiaoKe.

She floated over to Ye Chuan, her eyes wide. "What?!!!"

Seeing that the information was indeed true, she looked as if she had aged twenty years, collapsing in defeat.

"My money! It's gone?"

Ye Chuan looked at Lan XiaoKe, surprised. "When were you born?"

"1988."

Ye Chuan: "..."

So she had been dead for twenty years.

"I don't want to live anymore," Lan XiaoKe mumbled.

"You're already dead."

"Waaah~" Lan XiaoKe sobbed even harder, her bloody tears almost splashing onto Ye Chuan.

Sadness, a river of blood.

"Her attachment is gone, she can leave this place now," Wang Yanran said, looking at the sobbing Lan XiaoKe.

Hearing this, Lan XiaoKe froze, then quickly floated to the window and reached out.

Usually, at this point, she would be pulled back by an invisible force, but this time, nothing happened. 

She floated outside the window, her eyes sparkling. "I can leave?!!!"

"Now, can you come home with me?" Ye Chuan asked, seeing Lan XiaoKe's excitement.

Lan XiaoKe suddenly grinned mischievously. "Heh, no way!"

"I'm free!!!" With that, she turned to float away!

But in the next second, red light flashed in the classroom, and chains of light shot out from the window, binding Lan XiaoKe tightly!

"Eek?!?"

Lan XiaoKe was pulled back, her struggles futile!

Looking at Ye Chuan and Wang Yanran staring at her, she forced a smile. "I was just joking."

Ye Chuan's expression remained impassive. He glanced at Wang Yanran.

"Do you still have those electric talismans? A few rounds of that will make her behave."

Wang Yanran nodded. She did.

"No!!!!!" Lan XiaoKe shook her head violently.

But Ye Chuan was just joking. Seeing Lan XiaoKe's terrified face, Wang Yanran took out a ghost control talisman and gave it to Ye Chuan. "This talisman can control low-level ghosts and make them serve you."

"Not bad." Ye Chuan looked at the talisman in his hand. After lighting it, a thin chain of light wrapped around Lan XiaoKe's neck like a collar.

"A single thought, and her soul will be destroyed," Wang Yanran added, ignoring Lan XiaoKe's increasingly despairing expression.

It was over.

She was going to be someone's slave.

This time, Lan XiaoKe's heart truly died.