Matrix Survival: I Get A Random Chest Every Day-Chapter 767 - 530: The 3 Tiger Brothers_2

"Is that so?" Kota scratched his head. He wasn't as interested in this as Hu San, so he didn't quite understand.

"Of course not!" Li Zheng's expression changed immediately, rolling his eyes, "I'm spending this money for you!"

"For... for me?!" Kota looked terrified, "Boss, I'm a male!"

"Damn..." Li Zheng cursed, his face turning dark, "What are you thinking? I spent that money for your mother. He originally couldn't find her family and could experiment on her without concern, but now you're here, my subordinate. He's surely embarrassed to treat your mom like before.

Isn't that a loss for him?

I'm paying high prices for medicine from him to signal that I have the ability to spend here, so he'd treat your mom better."

"Oh, that's it!" Kota suddenly understood, then was moved to tears, "Boss, you've been so good to us! We used to treat you that way... I... I'll definitely work myself to the bone for you in the future! I'd even die for you if needed!"

Seeing Kota ready to sacrifice himself heroically at any moment, Li Zheng patted him on the shoulder, "It's not that serious. Just do your job well under me, and paying off the medical debts to the doctor won't be an issue.

Wipe your tears off, you're a grown man. Crying like this, what does it look like?"

"Mm~" Kota wiped his face and said, "It's a pity I don't have a sister, or else I'd send her to your room tonight to make use of that little pill you bought!"

Li Zheng: "..."

Seeing Kota's fur-covered body, he fell into silence.

Although Hu Niang might seem a bit like a cat girl, but...

Why can't I accept it?

There's just too much body hair, even a furry enthusiast wouldn't go for this, right?

Shaking his head, Li Zheng said no more and chatted idly with Kota back to the Botanical Garden.

As soon as they entered, Hu Er came over, "Boss, big brother, you're finally back!"

Seeing his anxious look, Kota frowned, "What's up, did that idiot screw up again?"

"Third brother, as soon as you left, he started crying that his injuries were too severe and he might die, now he's making a fuss about wanting to see Xiaohua before he dies." Hu Er said angrily, accidentally tugging his wound, causing him to grimace in pain.

Hearing Hu Er's description, Kota was furious, immediately taking out a hollow steel pipe and heading into the Botanical Garden.

"Big brother, don't hit him! If you beat him again, third brother might really not make it..." Hu Er quickly followed.

"..." Li Zheng followed behind, already prepared with the healing tools.

Hu San was lying in the greenhouse where Li Zheng previously experimented with cultivation liquid. Seeing Kota return, he immediately started wailing.

"Oh~ it hurts so much! I want to see Xiaohua..."

"I'll let you see Xiaohua!"

Kota entered, picked up the steel pipe, and began smashing away.

Hu San, already the most severely injured among them, was lying there with nowhere to hide, taking several solid hits, his moans instantly turning into blood-curdling screams.

Li Zheng was utterly bewildered the whole time, since Hu Er didn't have a translation tool, he didn't know what the two were actually saying.

Now, hearing Kota's angry scolding of Hu San, he figured it out...

This sycophant... no, this can't even be called sycophancy anymore, it's downright obsessive!

In such a state of injury, unable to move, he still wants to see his sweetheart?

Why channel such persistence into love and relationships?

He deserves to be beaten!

Hu San lay there howling, Kota kept beating, Hu Er was trying to persuade him nearby.

The three brothers made a commotion for quite a while before calming down.

Having vented his anger, Kota took the ointment and spray from Li Zheng and began treating the wounds on all three of them.

Taking the opportunity, Li Zheng handed two translation devices to Hu Er and Hu San so they could finally communicate smoothly.

Kota applied ointment to his two younger brothers, sighing heavily, "I went out with the boss earlier and saw our mom."

Upon hearing this, Hu San still didn't react, Hu Er was shocked, "Our mom? Didn't she die on a mission?"

"She didn't die," Kota said, "None of us have ever seen their corpses from start to finish, right?"

People who die outside the city, unless they have capable relatives, strangers usually don't care about their bodies.

Unless there's something beneficial to find, only then will someone take the initiative to search.

"So... where is she?" Hu Er was momentarily unsure how to react to hearing someone supposedly dead was alive, dryly asking, "Why didn't she come back with you?"

"She's... severely injured and can't come back yet." Kota hesitated but recounted the whole encounter with the doctor and his mother's current state, as well as the astronomical payment needed, to his two brothers.

"Wait, how much did you say the medical bill was?!" Hu Er jumped up in fright, his head nearly hitting the greenhouse roof, and exclaimed, "Ten billion White Crystal Coins?!"

That's an amount you couldn't lose even living in a casino your whole life!

"To be precise, it's a hundred thousand Red Crystal Coins, and if we go through the black market, the price might be a bit cheaper." Kota said with a somber face.

Even though there's a bit of a discount exchanging Red Crystal Coins on the black market, it doesn't amount to much compared to that number, practically nothing by comparison.

In other words, if they could earn enough to exchange a hundred thousand Red Crystal Coins on the black market, they wouldn't care about that slight discount.

"How can we earn that much?"

Hu Er pondered for a long time, none of the ideas in his head could earn such money.

Unless...

"Why don't we take on Terminal tasks? I heard some high-difficulty tasks pay in Red Crystal Coins."

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Taiyi Daoist Temple.

Fang Yun, wearing a simple robe with a duster in his arms, walked out of the temple gate.

He checked the time; it was just after sunrise.

Counting on his fingers, he realized he just caught the market day held every half-month in the town below the mountain.

On such days, people from ten miles around Qingyang Town bring their specialties to sell, exchange goods with other villages, or trade for silver coins.

Sometimes, if lucky, you might come across aged wild herbs or spirit plants and seeds with spiritual properties.

"Three years of crossing over, countless market visits, and still nothing worthwhile, let's try our luck again this time."

Fang Yun turned back to close the wooden door, looking at the rundown board that could be kicked to pieces with one blow, he symbolically hung a broken lock on it.

This rundown Daoist Temple could be called quaint if being polite.

Being blunt, it's a total ruin.

When Fang Yun first crossed over, he almost thought he was in one of those deserted temples people hide from rain in movies.

Only from the original owner's memory did he learn this was a legitimate temple. Ten years ago, when the old Taoist... his former master, was alive, it was still bustling with devotees.

But since the old Taoist passed away, Taiyi Temple declined rapidly, losing all its visitors to the Miaofeng Temple on another peak.

The previous Fang Yun tried to restore the temple to its former glory.

Unfortunately, he was too naive, tricked by the competition, leading to depression and eventually dying a sad death.

Depression in this context means sudden death caused by emotional stress.

Coupled with long-term malnutrition before his sudden death, Fang Yun had to fight just to keep this body alive when he crossed over, taking three years just to slightly recover.

Yet, the damage to the foundation needed something spiritual to have any possibility of recovery.

Holding on to a few pieces of silver, the frail Fang Yun hiked down the mountain path, needing rest every few hundred meters.

Despite only four miles of mountain road and ten miles of main road, it took Fang Yun until the sun was high to reach the gates of Qingyang Town.

Today was market day, and even with the sun high above, Qingyang Town was bustling as ever.

Fang Yun cautiously walked through the crowd with a duster, careful not to bump into anyone.

On such days, pickpockets and thieves favored the occasion, akin to farmers harvesting in autumn.

Sometimes, a child might brush past you, and your money pouch tied to your waist would vanish into thin air.

In the first year Fang Yun crossed over, trying every way to hide his money pouch, he still got it stolen three times, almost blowing his top with frustration.