Chapter 450: Teacher Xi: Supporting you? Have you asked me?
The female yin messenger continued, "This time, you need to guess which eight people will receive the eight flowers? The more people who guess correctly, the winner you will be.
If neither side guesses correctly among the sixteen people, then the dealer wins."
There were nearly five hundred people in each circle, and a number was printed on the back of each person's clothes. The eight letters AH were also written on the drum in the middle of the eight circles.
The female ghost passed over two pieces of paper and said, "Dear guests, please write down on the paper the number of the player in the AH team whose bouquet will be passed to."
Qin Yang frowned and said, "There are nearly 500 people in a circle. How can we guess correctly? What will happen if the dealer wins?"
The female yin messenger smiled slightly and said, "Then everything you bet will belong to the dealer."
"The one trillion yuan Song Mang bet and my personal freedom all belong to the dealer? This is too much of a rip-off!"
Qin Yang couldn't help but stand up again, staring at the female messenger suspiciously and saying, "If we had written down the numbers first, and you had the drummer deliberately not pass the flowers to those people, wouldn't we all be doomed to lose?"
"There's no such possibility."
The female yin messenger still had a smile on her face, "Because there is no one playing the drums, there are formations on the eight-sided drums, so they can sound by themselves.
This is a fair and just casino. There is no possibility of any manipulation. Please rest assured, dear customer."
"The formation is even more unreliable!"
Qin Yang sneered, "Do you take me for a fool? The formation is manufactured, just like a computer program, it can also be manipulated privately!"
"Dear guest, please calm down."
When the female ghost saw him questioning her frequently, the smile on her face disappeared and she looked at Qin Yang with some dissatisfaction.
"You've already chosen to participate in the gambling game, so you can't withdraw midway. Otherwise, the casino will punish you, and you may not be able to bear the consequences."
Qin Yang thought that this place was a ten-star copy after all, and there might be ghost fairy-level weirdness, and he might not be its opponent.
He could only suppress his emotions, sit down again, and look in the direction of Song Mang.
Song Mang sat calmly in his seat and tried to pick up the ten black gold cards on the table, but a layer of red barrier appeared on the table, covering these black gold cards.
Once the chips are placed on the table, they cannot be taken back unless she wins the round.
In front of Qin Yang was a signed contract, which stated the rules of the gambling game and would take effect immediately if he lost.
This contract was purchased from a strange APP. After it comes into effect, the power of heaven will restrain him.
He can only win. If he loses or the game ends in a tie, he will lose his freedom and become a slave! The kind of worker who doesn't even get paid!
"Song Mang."
Qin Yang suddenly called her and kept winking in Song Mang's direction.
"What? Did your eye twitch?"
“…”
Qin Yang coughed lightly and said, "I'm thinking that the chances of one of us winning are slim, and it's likely to be a draw. By then, the chips will be given to the dealer cheaply."
Song Mang chuckled, "It hasn't even started yet, how do you know it's a draw? What if I win?"
Qin Yang curled his lips. "Their purpose is so obvious, how could it be a draw? I can guarantee that this eight-sided drum has been tampered with."
Qin Yang suspected that after Song Mang bet one trillion, the weird people behind the casino could no longer sit still and came up with this crude game to make money.
That’s one trillion ghost money!
There aren't that many Kings of Hell, right?
Song Mang took a look at the surveillance footage and saw that there were people with hexagrams in AH's team, so she chose one of them.
She wrote the numbers on a piece of paper and handed it to the female ghost messenger. "I have predicted it."
"Okay, it's your turn, distinguished guest."
The female vagina messenger urged Qin Yang to speak.
Qin Yang then slowly began to write the numbers.
He seemed to be playing it down, probably thinking he couldn't win, and as he wrote, he said, "Why do I feel like a draw is worse than losing to you?
When the contract comes into effect, will I be paid as your servant? I heard that your employees, whether they are weird or human, are all paid very high salaries.
"I can pay you a salary."
Song Mang didn't lack this little money. She thought for a moment and asked, "But first, tell me, where did you get this Qin Shi Huang sword?"
"I picked it up by luck."
Qin Yang grinned and said, "How much do you pay me? I'll be your manservant. You're lucky. Not only can I wash clothes and cook, I can also fight. I can also warm your bed."
Qin Yang paused with the pen in his hand and said, "I feel like being kept by a rich woman is pretty good, especially a young and beautiful rich woman, not some Godzilla or Tyrannosaurus Rex.
Otherwise, I'll just give up the competition. How about giving me half of your one trillion as my maintenance fee?"
Song Mang: ???
Female genitalia messenger: "..."
The female yin messenger reminded him again, "Sir, this is not a competition, it's a gamble. There is no such thing as abandoning the game. Once the gamble begins, you have to fight to the end. Let's discuss this issue after you actually lose!"
Qin Yang looked at the female ghost messenger and said, "Aren't you tempted? Half of one trillion, that's 500 billion! I've even seen the Ghost Emperor in my life, but I've never seen 500 billion ghost money.
Otherwise, we can both be Song Mang's mistresses. I'll go to work on Monday, Wednesday, Friday and Saturday, and you'll go to work on Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday. With both men and women, life won't be boring."
The female yin messenger paused, "You have 500 billion, what do I have? Besides, I have a job, I want to make money through my own labor, I won't be a parasite!
How can a grown man like you be so lacking in ambition? Seeing someone use so much money as a bargaining chip, you want to be her lover. Can't you work hard and earn a trillion dollars for her? "
Qin Yang spread his hands, "Isn't this because she's afraid that you guys, the banker, will set up a game so that none of us can win? If she loses, how can she support me with this trillion?
"Miss, why don't you tell us first, is there anything wrong with that eight-sided drum? Once I'm successfully kept, I'll give you 100 billion to spend."
The female yin messenger wanted to roll her eyes. "You haven't even been kept yet, and you're already thinking so beautifully. Of course, there's no problem with the eight-sided drum. I said this is a fair and just casino. There's absolutely no such thing as a dealer rigged."
Qin Yang didn't get any useful information, so he sighed and said, "Okay, let's get started."
He handed over the paper money.
But the moment he handed over the paper money, a man in a flowing cloud robe suddenly appeared beside Song Mang, looking at him with cold eyes.
"This... this is the boss of your casino? Why are you looking at me like that? I didn't break any rules!"
Qin Yang felt the aura of Xi Jinzhi, and suddenly felt like needles on his back. This man who suddenly appeared seemed even more terrifying than the aura of the Ghost Emperor he had encountered!
Song Mang did not expect Xi Jinzhi to come out of the castle, and looked at him in surprise.
"Why are you out now?"
When she came, she brought Xi Jinzhi with her, planning to ask him to help destroy the copy after finding the statue.
A throne appeared out of thin air behind Xi Jinzhi, and he sat down next to Song Mang.
He stared at Qin Yang for a long time before he said, "I'm bored, come and take a look."
Qin Yang carefully looked at Xi Jinzhi for a long time before he realized that this guy looked a little familiar. He seemed to have seen this person in the suburbs of Jiang City.
Before, he thought Xi Jinzhi was a cultivator who liked to wear ancient robes, but now he felt waves of cold and oppressive aura from Xi Jinzhi, and could clearly see that he was not a living person.
If Qin Yang hadn't met Xi Jinzhi, he would have suspected that he was the boss of this ten-star copy!
Boom boom boom!
Intense drumming sounds were heard from the surveillance camera; the second-floor game of passing the flower had already begun.
Xi Jinzhi looked at the chips on the gambling table nonchalantly and said to Song Mang, "Do you want to win, or...a draw?"
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