Chapter 444 What blood skull? It will be called a hexagram from now on!
Seeing the dazzling light, Xiao Junze couldn't help but open his mouth wide, "Junior Sister, you are worthy of being like this! Every time you make a move, it scares people to death! Except for me, I guess no one else here even has ten Ghost King cards!
No, it’s not that there are no jokers among the ten, but that most people may not even have a single Ghost King joker! "
Among these people are members of the Ghost Suppression Bureau, as well as those lawless criminals subdued by Song Mang.
Everyone is considered to be the best among all the players in Jiang City, but the highest level of joker cards in their hands is Ghost General, and only one or two people have Ghost General joker cards.
Most people are lucky to have a Rakshasa card!
Seeing Xiao Junze start to distribute the joker cards, someone muttered, "Miss Song, didn't you say you would give us a ghost general joker card every month? How come you gave us such a good one?!"
"You're going to follow me into the ten-star dungeon, not just lying around in Jiang City with nothing to do. If you do, I'll give you the Ghost General's joker cards.
What's the most important thing when you go out with me? Of course, it's appearance!
If others knew that the people working under me didn't even have a Ghost King card, where would my dignity be? Wouldn't they laugh at me to death? "
No one expected that there would be such an unexpected surprise when they followed her out to do things, and everyone was extremely excited.
Those are ghost cards at the level of Ghost King and Ghost Immortal, and one blow contains one hundred Ghost King ghost cards and ten Ghost Immortal ghost cards!
Even if it's just a one-time attack, it's enough to launch one hundred and one attacks!
Even if others have high-level permanent joker cards, they may not be able to withstand so many attacks!
How is this different from permanent?
As long as the quantity is enough, a disposable joker can become a permanent joker, and it will not be affected by the evil value!
When the Blood Skull guys got those joker cards, they all wanted to slap themselves in the face.
With this kind of treatment, they still want to take people to escape from Jiang City? They are really crazy!
What is this behavior equivalent to? It’s like when a relative tries to give you a thick red envelope during Chinese New Year, and you scream “I don’t want it, I don’t want it, I don’t want it” while scrambling out of the house.
What's the difference between this and being stupid?!
The man with glasses walked straight up to Song Mang and said, "Miss Song, oh no! Chief! From now on we will follow you, and you will be our leader!
If you are not a Blood Skull member, then we are not a Blood Skull member either! When our team grows bigger, don’t we need a formal name?!"
Hearing what the man with glasses said, the others also echoed, "Yes, Chief, you can choose a name!"
"Blood Skull isn't a good name, we don't want it. Chief, think of something more awesome! Then tell them and scare them to death!"
Song Mang: "..."
Ask her to name it? She really doesn't know how!
She really hadn't thought about setting up any organization, she just wanted to hire more people to make things more convenient.
That way she can have some free time.
All you need to do is eat, drink, play and spend money in the copy!
When Xiao Junze saw her frowning and not saying anything, he knew that she didn't know what name to choose.
He suggested, "Junior Sister, how about calling yourself Hexagram? Your name has a "mang" in it, and the meaning of Hexagram is quite good, as it also means being sharp and brilliant! It represents that we all have a bright future!"
"sure."
Song Mang thought this was a good idea and directly handed Xiao Junze a black gold card, "Here's a naming fee for you."
"Why are you giving me this? There are 10 billion in this black gold card!"
When Xiao Junze saw the 10 billion written on the card, he was shocked and quickly returned the black gold card to her.
"I just picked a name, why would it cost so much? Besides, we are family from the same school, there is no need to pay for such a small thing!
"You should keep all the money first, what if there's not enough in the dungeon? I heard from Mr. Xi that there's a casino in the dungeon, and they need a lot of ghost money to bet!"
Song Mang said, "Just because you're family, I can't treat you unfairly! Just take it! I can still afford this little money!"
As for the stakes in the dungeon, I have plenty of them and it’s impossible for me not to be able to pay for them.
Besides, I'm not going to lose money. What if I make a lot of money? Then I'll have more money than I can spend."
Xiao Junze: "..."
Others: “…”
Ten billion is a small amount of money?
What are you talking about?!
Can you please stop being so Versailles!
Damn rich people!
When everyone was looking at Song Mang with complicated expressions, a large cloud of gray fog suddenly appeared on the nearby road.
Song Mang could smell the familiar scent of burning incense and candles, and heard sounds in his ears.
[Welcome to the strange dungeon. Please find the real clock tower and don't get lost on the 18th floor!]
Song Mang felt the gray fog around him getting thicker and thicker, and soon he could no longer see the surroundings clearly.
The people around her also disappeared.
But she waited for a long time, the gray fog did not dissipate, and the environment around her seemed to have not changed much.
Clang, clang, clang.
The sound of chains rattling came from all directions.
Song Mang saw a figure approaching her quickly in the distance of the gray fog.
Soon, Song Mang saw his figure clearly.
He was a ghost messenger from the underworld wearing a black robe, and he was holding a piece of ghost messenger chain in his hand.
He stared at Song Mang for a while before speaking coldly, "Welcome to visit the Eighteen Levels of Hell. The ticket price is 100,000 Hell Money. You can choose to pay for the ticket or not."
“What happens if you don’t pay?”
Song Mang asked.
The ghost messenger didn't answer. He looked at her expressionlessly on his pale face and asked again, "Do you want to pay for the entrance fee?"
“…”
Song Mang felt that this thing was like a human-machine. It couldn't answer questions, but only asked questions according to instructions.
She had no choice but to take out 100,000 ghost money and said, "I choose to pay for the entrance fee."
The ghost took away 100,000 ghost coins and handed her one end of the chain, "Hold on tight and don't drop it. If you drop it, you'll be no different from those who didn't pay!"
Song Mang thought about it, then took out an extra 100,000 ghost money and handed it to the ghost.
"Do those who paid and those who didn't pay go to different places? Where do those who didn't pay go?"
The messenger paused.
He stared at the 100,000 ghost money in Song Mang's hand, and finally chose to accept it.
He said quickly, "Those who don't pay will go to the eighteen levels of hell to be punished, and those who pay can go to the casino. Although you may lose your life in the casino, it is better than going to the eighteen levels of hell!"
"Okay, stop talking. I can't tell you anything more! I'll take you to the casino first!"
"All right."
Song Mang grabbed the Yinchai's chain and followed him in the gray fog, then he saw a blood-red door.
The Yinchai opened the door and stood at the entrance without going in. "Just go in. I have to go pick up the next person."
Song Mang walked behind the door, and the light in front of him instantly brightened.
But before she could see the scene in the room clearly, a sharp sword shadow slashed towards her!
(End of this chapter)
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