The man with the nose ring held three dice, pulled them apart, and the three became thirty, and the thirty became three hundred.
The dice, forming an arc, kept spinning. The six faces represented six numbers, ever-changing. It seemed as if what he held in his hands was not a tool for playing, but rather a testament to the remaining lives of countless young talents below.
"If the King of Hell decrees your death at midnight, who dares to keep you alive until dawn..."
The man with the nose ring spoke in a low voice, as if it were gradually seeping out from the depths of hell. His dice formed an arrow, pointing at a person below, and the overall number on the dice began to change.
Suddenly, "Bang!"
The dice shattered suddenly, and dark green blood seeped from the corner of his mouth. He roared, "I failed again!"
"Failure is normal; I'd be surprised if you succeeded!"
The man in the baseball cap flicked his brim and sneered loudly without any restraint, "You want to use dice to calculate the lifespan of the living and then change it? Do you think this is some ancient Book of Life and Death? Copper Ring, don't forget, you're just the third in the Spirit Tablet Chat Group, even worse than me. I'm at least the second in the Nether Spring Sect! There are several bosses above us, but which of these bosses dares to say they have the ability to inherit the position of Yama, and in Yama's name, forcibly turn the first spiritual energy revival into the fourth ghost energy revival?"
"How will you know if you don't try?" The man with the brass nose ring had a stubborn look on his face.
He was a gambler; he gambled while he was alive, and he would gamble again after he died.
Why can't his dice be called the Book of Life and Death that governs the lifespan of all living beings in heaven and earth?
The man in the baseball cap looked at his expression, shook his head, and sighed: "Our leaders all consider themselves outstanding ghosts, but what are they in the five thousand years of history of the Eastern Kingdom? Empress Wu Zetian has not yet appeared, and Emperor Zhu Yuanzhang of the Ming Dynasty has not yet shown his talents. Their generals and strategists are still asleep."
Even more terrifying figures, like the First Emperor Ying Zheng, the tyrant King Zhou of Shang, and the cunning King Wenwu of Zhou, need not be mentioned. Just consider the Yinshan Ghost King of the Yin-Yang Road. He was a powerful figure who had suppressed our leaders, yet even he dared not covet the power of the ancient Yama.
The King of Hell, the Human Emperor Fuxi, the Demon Nuwa, the Jade Emperor of Heaven, Zeus of Norse mythology, Shiva of India, Allah of Egypt... The ancient times were truly amazing. Any one of them could awaken and change the nature of the world's revival. Do you think the fate of every nation in the world is so foolish that it would allow a small gambler like you to obtain such terrifying power during the mere third revival of ghost energy?
"Stop experimenting. You're just hurting yourself. If you hadn't been injured repeatedly, Copper Ring, you wouldn't be a level four magic user anymore. You should be the leader in the spirit tablet chat group."
The man in the baseball cap kept rambling on, making Tonghuan's expression increasingly surprised.
Copper Ring asked in a low voice, "Why are you saying so much?"
The man in the baseball cap said nonchalantly, "Because my boss is unreliable. He's wanted to eat me for a long time. Your aptitude is higher, and your resilience is stronger. You should have been the kind of ghost that reigns supreme. Copper Ring, I know I'm indecisive and won't amount to much, so I want to find a good backer. I hope you stop experimenting and focus on increasing your strength, so you can become as powerful as the thug in the suit and dominate the world."
"Suit-wearing thugs? Ha!" Copper Ring scoffed.
He looked down at the countless luxury cars below, and at the many handsome, masculine, and capable young men from prominent families who emerged from them.
The sarcasm on his face grew stronger, and the curve of his lips widened.
What does temporary gain or loss matter?
Copper Ring's heart was filled with lofty ambitions, his greed was written all over his face, and his heart was full of ambition: "Even if the suit-wearing thugs are famous all over the world, today, aren't they going to fall because of a little woman? Li Xiaoran and Xue Nuo are both top-notch beauties with high potential and easy-to-control personalities. All these people want to get them, and the powerful generals behind them also want their families to get them."
As he spoke, Tong Huan waved his hand, clenching his fist as if he held the entire empire in his grasp: "Even if you are concerned with temporary gains and losses, it is like a tree that stands out in the forest, which will surely be felled by the wind. Although I am only a minor fourth-level magic user now, when I control the power of Yama, I will either remain silent or make a stunning appearance! I will be the king of the world, and I will rule the world!"
See how Fang Zong falls from grace.
"And watch me, like a dragon lurking in the abyss, I will one day soar to the heavens!"
As Tong Huan was speaking, suddenly his mouth opened wide and his eyes stared straight ahead.
The man in the baseball cap also widened his eyes, pulled up the brim of his cap, and stared intently at the luxury cars heading towards the Li and Xue families.
After the young men got out of the cars, all the luxury cars raised large white flags, each bearing the same four characters: —
'Watching the show'?
"Damn it!" Copper Ring jumped up and cursed.
He knew these young talents, each of whom had a powerful martial arts master at the sixth or seventh level behind them, or even an entire powerful sect.
But you guys... are just here to watch the show?
Are you really that afraid of thugs in suits?
With the resurgence of ghostly energy, the world is undergoing great changes, and everyone is striving to rise above others. Don't you want to drag Fang Zong down with you?
Are you even men?!
The man in the baseball cap looked stiff and spoke in a dry voice: "These... copper rings, these young people, are all people I investigated. They used to like Li Xiaoran or Xue Nuo."
"Was it useful? We underestimated the influence of these suit-wearing thugs!"
Tong Huan jumped up and down, cursing loudly.
He was saying that he was stubborn, persistent, and determined to make a name for himself when he finally did, while looking down on Fang Zong for showing his talent so early.
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