Chapter 468 I'll give you some paper nuclear bombs, blow up the underworld
Under the blood moon, there is a large desolate hillside with only a small wooden house on the hillside.
There is nothing else.
Song Mang stood at the foot of the hillside and looked at the small wooden house. It felt very much like the safe house in the previous copy.
"This is the 17th floor of the Nightmare Clock Tower. Lian Yuexian likes to hide her safe houses. If this house is really a safe house, how could she let me come here so easily?"
Song Mang looked at the safe house with a thoughtful look in his eyes, not understanding what Lian Yuexian wanted to do.
"Jinzhi, do you think this is a safe house?"
Song Mang planned to ask him.
But when she turned around and looked behind her, she found that there was no one behind her.
There were no humans or monsters around her, nothing at all, as if she was the only one in the world.
"Why is he gone?"
Song Mang felt an inexplicable sense of loss in his heart, especially in this empty and quiet environment, which made him feel a little lonely for some reason.
She couldn't help but look down at her hands, thinking of what Xi Jinzhi said in the formation.
Did it disappear because I didn't hold his hand tightly?
Song Mang couldn't help but sigh and had to walk towards the small house on the hillside alone.
There's nothing else here, so I can only go inside this strange little house and take a look.
The slope looked very steep, but it was easy to climb, and Song Mang reached the top of the mountain in no time.
She stood at the door of the wooden house, and the tightly closed door opened automatically, as if welcoming her.
Song Mang raised his eyebrows and walked in to see a familiar shrine on the table.
"Lian Yuexian?"
Song Mang said in surprise, "It seems that you asked me to come to the seventeenth floor. Why didn't you hide the safe house this time, but asked me to come here instead?"
Lian Yuexian said contemptuously, "You are just a mortal, what do I have to be afraid of? Naturally, I want you to come."
Song Mang chuckled. "Didn't your last eight-star copy get destroyed by me? Aren't you afraid that this copy, which you finally upgraded to ten stars, will also be destroyed?"
Lian Yuexian's voice paused.
Song Mang could feel that the gaze directed at her from the shrine became sharp, unfriendly, and even contained murderous intent.
It took a long time.
Lian Yuexian said coldly, "Just because you were lucky enough to win once, you really think you can compete with the gods?
The reason you were able to destroy my statue was because of the help of Young Lord Netherworld.
Without him, you are nothing?
Let alone destroying the dungeon, if it weren't for my great mercy, you would never have the chance to come to the seventeenth floor in your lifetime."
Song Mang still had a smile on his lips, "It seems that you got him away? Isn't it my ability that I can find him to cooperate with me to destroy the copy?
Why is it that he and I can destroy the dungeon together, but others can't find him to do the same?"
"I don't have that much power to decide the affairs of the Netherworld. Someone else was the one who made him leave."
There was a hint of impatience in Lian Yuexian's tone.
"I won't waste my time talking to you. I came here this time because I want to make a deal with you."
"What deal?"
"You still have a lot of ghost money in your Heaven and Earth Bank, right? Exchange it all for me, and I can let you leave the Nightmare Clock Tower immediately."
Seeing that Song Mang was silent, Lian Yuexian continued, "If I don't let you go, you will never be able to leave here in your life. You can only die here and become one of my slaves."
Song Mang still didn't say anything.
Lian Yuexian looked at Song Mang, her eyes full of satisfaction that everything was under control.
"The Qianyuan Ding is still in your hands, but your cultivation is too low. Without the help of the Young Lord of the Netherworld, you won't be able to refine me even if you put me into the Qianyuan Ding.
You can’t solve this game, and you have no way to solve it. You can only follow my arrangements, otherwise you will... die!
Those human friends you brought in are already struggling on the fourth floor. If I throw you back, your situation won't be much better."
Song Mang said helplessly, "Don't you know about the Yincha Casino? When Qin Shi Huang showed up, I gave him 1 trillion ghost money directly in order not to offend him!
I've already given out one trillion ghost money, how much is left in my account? There's not much left at all. I can't even pay my employees' salaries!"
"A lean camel is bigger than a horse. You can't be penniless. Give as much as you have!"
Song Mang thought for a moment and said, "Then I'll give you the last 100 million, and you can send me and my friend out."
"Just one hundred million?!"
Lian Yuexian's voice suddenly rose.
"You gave Qin Shi Huang one trillion, and you only gave me one hundred million. You're treating me like a beggar! Even if it's not as much as one trillion, you still have to give me ten billion!"
Lian Yuexian has always been resentful for not getting the 10 billion ghost money from Song Mang last time.
Song Mang spread his hands and said, "You're too late. I don't have that much money anymore. One hundred million at most. Or you can just kill me."
"Do you really think I dare not kill you?!"
A strong divine power poured towards Song Mang, and the terrifying pressure was so frightening that any mortal here would explode and die immediately.
But Song Mang acted as if nothing had happened.
She looked down at the Qin Shi Huang sword in her hand, and saw that the sword emitted a burst of golden light, helping her to block the power of Lian Yuexian.
"It's not that you don't dare to kill, it's that you can't kill."
Song Mang gripped the sword tightly in his hand, looked up at the statue on the table, and a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
"I really don't have that much ghost money. Even if you kill me, I can't get so much. How about this, you ask Qin Shi Huang for 10 billion!"
I just gave him one trillion ghost money. What if he's generous enough to give you ten billion to spend? "
Lian Yuexian sneered, "How could he possibly spit out the money now that it's in his hands? I'm giving you one last chance. No matter what method you use, you have to get 10 billion."
If you can't get 10 billion ghost money, not only will you die here as a slave to the resentful spirits, but all the friends you brought in will die here too."
"You're talking as if you won't kill me if I pay you. Do you really think I don't understand the morals of you gods?"
Song Mang rolled his eyes and then pulled the sword out of his hand with a click.
She could feel the aura in the sword, helping her resist Lian Yuexian's power.
Song Mang blinked and said to his sword, "Father Shi Huang, can you hear me? Can you come over and help me destroy this copy?"
If this instance disappears, I can use this land in Haicheng to build a paper factory. How about I give you a hundred paper nuclear bombs and ten paper battleships?"
Song Mang pondered for a moment and said, "One hundred paper nuclear bombs should be enough to turn the Netherworld into ruins, right?"
Lian Yuexian:?
Qin Shi Huang:?
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