Underworld Player Chapter 67 - Basic Geometry

Inside Rainfall Pavilion.

After hearing Bai Zhi's words, the ghostly girl fell silent for some time.

Just when Bai Zhi was beginning to suspect that the girl was planning to keep his hundred Hell Dollars for herself, she sighed and waved her arm. As her long sleeves rippled through the air, the money magically appeared in Bai Zhi's hands.

"Dear guest, 'tis my sincere hope that thou surviveth to the end of this selection."

Bai Zhi stared at her, waiting for her to continue, but having delivered that enigmatic line, the ghostly girl fell completely silent, lowering her head and turned her attention back to her zither.

Realizing that she had no more to say, Bai Zhi narrowed his eyes at her, then turned to leave.

Thus far, he had experienced four different shops, and had found each shopkeeper to differ wildly, not only in personality, but in their form as well—paper dolls, clowns, ragdolls and ghostly spirits... What could possibly be next?

Even though he had successfully collected enough cash to buy a bus ticket out of there, Bai Zhi was no closer to understanding why this strange village at the entrance to the Underworld even existed at all. The shopkeepers had given him no useful information in this regard, and the bus driver's cryptic words were of little help. One thing was clear—he was not the first to arrive at this place.

She said it was a "selection"... If this is part of an elaborate process of picking a candidate of some sort, then...

Bai Zhi mulled over the ghostly shopkeeper's last words as he exited her otherworldly bamboo grove. As he stepped out onto the main street, Bai Zhi saw Lin He leaving the first shop on the opposite row, but the young man looked to be in bad shape. Half his body was covered in fresh blood as he stumbled unsteadily out. As soon as he made it out the door, Lin He's knees buckled and he sat down suddenly on the ground.

Bai Zhi glanced at the last shop on his row, but after a moment's thought, he stepped determinedly toward Lin He—after all, he had collected enough for the bus fare,

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