“…”

After knocking on the door to no avail, Armin looked calm, as if he had expected it.

"I'm trading keys."

Armin came to the side of the Rotten Sailor Weird and looked at him calmly.

"Oh, that's really strange. What do you want to exchange with me?"

The rotten sailor said with strange interest, his drooping eyeballs rolling around, scanning Armin's body, and staying longest in the brain area.

"Ghost Coin."

Armin uttered these two words calmly, but behind them was an indescribable sense of heroism.

"Ghost Coin?!"

The rotten sailor was startled and repeated the words in a murmur, his tone full of suspicion. Then, he said fiercely:

"Little boy, you'd better not play tricks on me, or you will die miserably."

Obviously, it didn't believe that Armin had ghost coins. From its perspective, the so-called "ghost coins" were probably just some strange paper objects that didn't have any magical effect at all.

"One hundred bucks, my key to 101."

Armin didn't waste any more time and directly took out the 100-dollar ghost coin, which floated quietly in his hand.

101, the only room that has not been opened.

"This little thing actually exists!"

The rotten sailor's strange eyes suddenly startled, and he looked at it repeatedly, and finally confirmed that it was really a 100-yuan ghost coin!

You know, it works diligently on this huge ship every day, and the ghost coins it can earn every day are calculated in cents.

Only at the end of the month will they pitifully give employees some benefits, such as extra meals in the cafeteria.

Therefore, the players of these ships are naturally the sweet potatoes in its eyes. It is impossible to expect to squeeze out the oil and water from them. It is more of a desire for its belly and forces them to work to gain benefits for itself.

These players don't have to pay wages, so won't all the money belong to them when the time comes?

"You... want to change the key to 101?"

The corrupt sailor was weird, he swallowed, his tone changed a lot, his drooping eyeballs never left the 100 ghost coins for a second.

Obviously, this is undoubtedly a huge sum of money for it.

"Deal, or no deal."

Armin's expression remained unchanged, and his calm gaze looked like a sharp sword to the rotten sailor, making it a little anxious.

“Switch, switch, switch!”

As if afraid that the other party would cancel, the Rotten Sailor strangely stuffed the maggoty arm into his mouth, and then took out a bunch of moldy keys.

"This is the key to 101. Do you know the rest?"

The rotten sailor asked curiously, with some anticipation.

These keys are useless to it. There are plenty of these things. To the players, they are like an insurmountable minefield, and the door can never be opened.

As for the strangeness of these ships, it is just a matter of words.

"You are much more."

Armin did not refuse, and remained calm as always. It seemed that the other party's greed had already fallen into his calculations.

"This..."

The rotten sailor hesitated strangely, deliberately pausing for a few seconds before speaking:

"How about this, since you are the first customer this time, I will give you a friendly price for this transaction, plus the key of 껗101, 500 ghost coins."

There was a gleam of greed in the corrupt sailor's eyes, and his arrogance was overwhelming.

500 ghost coins, hehe...

I'm afraid it's not even worth the price.

"No, I refuse."

Armin shook his head and refused decisively, his light blue pupils becoming calm.

He had a huge sum of money, but it was impossible for him to give it all away here.

Besides, it doesn't deserve to use so many resources.

500 ghost coins, it's really daring.

The difference between humans and idiots, it seems, is just a shift in ideology.

The greed in my bones remains unchanged.

"Hey, kid, there are only five minutes left until the end. If you don't trade with me and get the key to 101, you'll have to stay in the corridor."

The rotten sailor let out a strange laugh, as if he had taken Armin in his arms, and spoke with ill intentions.

When the ten minutes were up and the lights in the corridor were turned off, and he hadn't returned to the room, it was hard to say what would appear in the corridor by then.

This is a naked threat.

Because the fight for the room is gradually coming to an end.

Room 102 is occupied by Yamakawa Ikki.

Room 103 is occupied by the eight players who survived the first round.

Room 104 was occupied by eight survivors after a bloody fight.

The situation in Room 105 was still at a standstill, with dozens of people still fighting inside.

The situation in room 106 was not much better, with dozens of people in it as well.

The corridors were littered with corpses, some from excessive blood loss, some from being trampled to death. Now they were all like uncared-for garbage, quietly thrown into the corner.

"No deal, I will enter the room."

Armin said quietly. On his shoulder, a tattered doll with will-o'-the-wisp glowing from it was lying there. Its two empty eye sockets were looking strangely at the rotten sailor opposite it.

"Forehead..."

The rotten sailor's expression froze strangely.

This kid is definitely better than the others. I'm afraid I can be killed by this kid within five minutes.

By that time, there will really be no need for trading.

"Then name a price."

The corrupt sailor compromised strangely and reluctantly, his drooping eyeballs staring at the ghost coin in Armin's hand.

There is absolutely no way this deal will fall through.

Since the appropriate greed didn't work, forget it and just get these 100 ghost coins.

"But, my offer is."

Armin raised the corner of his mouth, as if he had seduced someone into falling for him.

"How much?"

The Corrupted Sailor asked in a weird and impatient tone. He couldn't wait to make the deal.

If it weren't for the restrictions of the rules, it would even want to rob to see how many ghost coins this guy has.

"50."

Armin uttered the number calmly, and the 100-yuan note in his hand changed to 50.

"what?!"

The Rotten Sailor sounded strange, as if he couldn't believe it, and his voice rose several pitches, causing the players who were fighting for it to look over at him.

"Are you kidding me?!"

The Rotten Sailor was weird and a little angry. His aura suddenly changed, and the cold breath quickly spread around, making it almost impossible for the ordinary players to breathe.

Even the players in the room felt the cold aura spreading and were filled with doubts.

"Of course not. Just now I asked you for something, but now you ask me for something, so the bid will naturally be lower."

Armin shook his head and gave a harmless smile.