"Hanged Ghost, are there any other trial rules you haven't told me? You know, we are the only ones who have a chance of passing it."
The bulging, eerie eyes stared at the old man.
"First of all, my name is not Hanged Ghost, my name is Hanged Ghost; so right now, I am very upset and very angry."
"Besides, my responsibility is to inform you of the rules. Since I've already told you about the weird things, I won't hide anything. Let's wait for death together."
After Hang Gui finished speaking, he was hung up with a red rope, with a dead look on his face, and stayed in the corner.
My mind is full of the strange and weird sentence: What if?
If no one can pass the trial, it means that they will most likely die along with the trial-takers in the scene.
As a noble life-chasing monster, it doesn't want to die in such a miserable way.
And the ghosts outside can eat meat.
As the supervisor of the second level, it will not only die, but also not be able to eat a single bite of meat.
That’s not all, but today an old immortal human called me a hanged ghost twice.
Such an ugly nickname, it sounds like a name that only a weird person of intimidating level would use.
I've had enough of this kind of life.
The old man looked at its angry expression, feeling a little confused.
"Hanging... isn't it just hanging? If shit is replaced with feces, will it smell less bad?"
Gou Shiba was even more confused.
"Brother Cat, what did it say it was called?"
Cat Million thought for a moment.
"Yigui means I want to get rich."
Hanggui's face changed instantly. He could no longer endure it.
I'm going to die anyway, so I might as well die together with these things that insult me!
Before he could make a move, Gou Shiba's eyes lit up and he nodded repeatedly:
"What a great name! Buying a Ghost Color Ticket will definitely increase your chances of winning the multi-million jackpot, right?"
Xuangui, who was originally about to get angry, felt as if he had found an outlet to vent his anger after hearing about the tens of millions of dollars in prize money.
A red rope instantly appeared next to Dog Eighteen and Cat Baiwan.
Hang Gui asked in a low voice:
"What is that 10 million jackpot you were talking about?"
Cat Million was startled and said:
"Huh? I saw you looked angry just now, and I thought we called the wrong name."
Hanged Gui waved his hand casually, "It's just a name, what's the big deal? You can call me Hanged Gui, let's talk about the multi-million jackpot..."
…
When he fantasized about becoming the richest man.
Lin Fan has already walked to the front of the first antique.
Before he sat down, he saw a thin and yellow-faced trial-taker walking towards him.
"My friend, this level cannot be passed by one person. We have to raise money from the underworld to have a glimmer of hope."
"Now...with so many of us, we can gather two thousand ghost notes. How much do you have?"
The trial participant held two thousand ghost banknotes in his hand, but there was no greed in his eyes. Even Lin Fan's appearance did not arouse any hope in him.
His eyes were still lifeless as he stared at Lin Fan.
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