Chapter 447 How dare she predict that everyone can survive? !
Qin Yang's face instantly turned extremely ugly. He didn't expect that the female ghost could tell the origin of the sword at a glance.
Although he is not a descendant of Emperor Qin Shi Huang, his current status as a powerful figure is indeed related to the First Emperor.
Those famous emperors in ancient times did not choose to reincarnate after they died and went to the underworld. Instead, they established their own regime in the underworld and became famous ghost emperors.
However, Qin Shihuang is an emperor of all ages. He is somewhat different from other ghost emperors and has not appeared in the underworld for a long time.
Even the King of Hell and the Demon Lords in the underworld couldn't find him.
Only he knew where the First Emperor was.
The Qin Emperor's sword in his hand was a gift from the First Emperor. It is a ghost weapon of the Ghost Emperor level, and it also carries the aura of the Human Emperor, the greatest emperor of all time!
Even if he encounters a ghost emperor-level monster in the copy, it can help him escape safely!
Song Mang naturally knew Qin Yang's background. She looked at Qin Yang's sword with interest and said calmly, "Let's bet a little to test the waters first. What do you plan to bet?
If you can't even come up with something of equivalent value now, how can you gamble with me later?"
“…”
Song Mang turned around and asked the female yin messenger, "If he can't come up with something of equal value to bet with me, does that mean he loses?"
"Not really."
The female yin messenger replied, "If he can't come up with something of equal value to bet with, we will assume that he has staked his life. If he loses, all he has to do is sign a master-servant contract, and he will be your servant forever.
This means that everything he has belongs to you, even his life. Isn't that pretty good?"
Song Mang looked at Qin Yang and smiled, "It's indeed good. But from the look on his face, it's not that he can't come up with something of equal value, but that he's reluctant to give it away."
“…”
Qin Yang frowned, then slammed his sword on the table and said, "I don't have 100 billion in dark money, but I wouldn't risk my freedom on it.
This time, I'll bet on the Emperor's sword and see which side the goddess of luck is on."
Seeing this, the female yin messenger said, "In that case, let the gambling begin. Please write down the number of surviving students from the school of your choice on a slip of paper.
While you are writing, I will set up a barrier around you to prevent anyone from peeking at each other's numbers and thus affecting their judgment."
As soon as the words fell, a black ghost fog enveloped the two of them, forming an isolation barrier.
Song Mang first sent a message to Xiao Junze, and then wrote down his predicted number of survivors on a piece of paper.
Qin Yang also contacted some players in the game.
After he got lost in Haicheng, he accidentally entered this copy, and the people from the Imperial Capital Ghost Suppression Bureau came to look for him.
Now those people have also entered this copy, but their team is wearing blue school uniforms.
This is the school Qin Yang chose.
However, the number of these people is not large, not even as many as the number of people in Song Mang's hexagram.
Although these masters from the Imperial Capital's Ghost Suppression Bureau are very powerful among the players, they are still not strong enough to help so many people survive.
This is a ten-star copy after all. If those players do not score 600 points in the college entrance examination, they may be executed by a powerful monster.
The powerful and weird things that appear in the ten-star copy are so good that everyone can protect themselves and can't care about others at all.
Qin Yang predicted a safer number, which was the number of people coming in from the Imperial Capital's Ghost Suppression Bureau.
15 people!
These people are considered top masters. If they can't survive, there will be no hope for others.
Even if they lost a few people, the number fifteen should be close to the survival rate.
"I've finished writing it."
When Qin Yang spoke, Song Mang also spoke, and the black fog barrier near them dissipated.
The female yin guard looked at them and said, "Now that you two have written down your numbers, you cannot change the numbers on the slips. Please place the slips in the center of the table."
The two of them put the note over together.
When Qin Yang saw the number Song Mang wrote on this line, his pupils shrank instantly and he looked at her in disbelief.
"Song Mang, are you crazy?"
I saw a four-digit number written on Song Mang's note!
1000!
She predicts everyone will survive!
How is this possible!
Qin Yang couldn't help but say, "There are only a thousand students in each school. How can it be possible for everyone to score above 600? If you don't score 600, you will probably be dealt with strangely soon!
Even if you scored 600 points, you wouldn't be safe in a ten-star dungeon with unpredictable conditions! "
Song Mang said calmly, "I don't believe they can get 600 points. I believe in the ability of my subordinates."
Qin Yang sneered even more when he heard this.
"The abilities of your subordinates? Are you referring to those idiots around Xiao Junze? That rabble, without even a single powerful golden elixir, how can they resist the high-level weirdness in the ten-star dungeon?
Except for the special ten-star copy in the imperial capital, it is very common for ghost generals and ghost kings to appear in high-star copies. This is why the mortality rate in ten-star copies is so high.
These people probably have trouble even protecting themselves, and you expect them to protect others and survive? That's just wishful thinking!"
"How will you know if you don't try?"
Song Mang glanced at the number he wrote and said, "You chose the blue school, so there must be someone you know there, right? Those people are experts from the Ghost Suppression Headquarters, after all. How can you not trust them so much? You only wrote that fifteen people can survive?"
“…”
Qin Yang felt that fifteen was too many!
The corner of his mouth twitched as he said, "Even if my number is too low, it's definitely closer than yours. You wrote that a thousand people survived. If half of them died, you'd almost lose."
In this kind of high-risk dungeon, if half of a thousand people died, wouldn't that be a piece of cake? "
Song Mang shrugged and said nothing.
The female yin messenger's voice came, "Stop arguing, the college entrance examination results are out, and each student's score is shown on their paper."
The speed of time flow in the casino and the "Eighteen Levels of Hell" is different. While Song Mang and Qin Yang were talking for a few words, these people had already taken several exams in the classroom.
The two of them heard bursts of wailing coming from the surveillance screen in front of them.
"Damn, what a stupid question! I, a senior in high school, have never seen such a stupid question!"
"Is this called the college entrance exam? I can tell at a glance that the big question at the end of this math test doesn't make any sense at all!"
"I've done this math problem in the real world, so my answer is correct. Why didn't I get any points, while this guy got it wrong and still got points?!"
"Is this really the college entrance exam? Why does it feel like a death sentence? Why does it say on the test paper that I have to get 600 points?"
In every classroom, most people had pale faces and were cursing.
Obviously their score was not 600.
“Ding ding ding—!”
Suddenly, a strange red light appeared in every classroom, and a shrill alarm sounded.
A mechanical voice came from the radio.
"Attention all candidates! Scoring below 600 on the college entrance exam means you are a low-intelligence human being who doesn't meet the requirements for survival!
Now we begin to purge humans who do not meet the requirements to ensure the rapid and efficient development of society."
“……?”
Before the players could react, the window next to them suddenly shattered with a bang, and a pale ghost hand suddenly stretched out and directly dragged out a player who had a score less than 600 points by the window!
“Ah! Help, help…”
Sudden.
The player's screams stopped abruptly.
Crunch, crunch.
The sound of bones being chewed could be heard.
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