The strangeness has come, I am a god with trillions of ghost money

Chapter 288 Tanks are useful, right? I won't give them to you, hehe.
A terrifying suction force emanated from the bronze square cauldron, attempting to pull Song Mang inside.

Looking at the bronze square cauldron, Song Mang felt it looked familiar; it seemed to be a stewing stove from the Shang Dynasty.

However, no matter how powerful this furnace is, it's not as powerful as Song Mang's Qian Yuan Ding.

She took out the Qian Yuan Cauldron, and its aura directly suppressed the bronze square cauldron, causing the suction force within the bronze square cauldron to disappear.

"How could this be?"

The white-robed young man's face turned extremely ugly upon seeing this. "This is an ancient alchemy artifact. Even Golden Core cultivators can be directly absorbed and refined into it. How come it's useless against her?"

The white-robed young man's eyes hardened, and he unleashed a burst of ghostly power, striking the bronze square cauldron in mid-air.

The bronze square cauldron instantly grew larger, crashing down on Song Mang like a small mountain.

Song Mang quickly put away the Gatling gun and took out a paper tank from his spatial storage!
"Hehe, it bounced back!"

With a deafening roar, a massive, heavily armored tank suddenly appeared inside the VIP box, crashing down the stage in the center of the box the moment it landed.

The bronze square cauldron slammed into the heavily armored tank, and a protective barrier appeared on the tank, smoothly deflecting the bronze square cauldron away.

The bronze square cauldron was hurled back at the white-robed young master!

The white-robed young man's expression changed drastically. He quickly manipulated the bronze square cauldron to shrink back down and then retracted his sleeve.

Song Mang sat inside the heavy tank, his voice coming through the loudspeaker, "You damn eunuch, isn't my tank great? It's too late to regret it now, I'm not going to give it to you, hehe."

"...?"

"You damned eunuch, why aren't you saying anything now? Are you regretting it to the core? Go out and ask around, you'll see. This thing is priceless in the Netherworld!"

"...?"

Seeing that he still didn't respond, Song Mang said somewhat boredly, "You dead eunuch, say something! Why aren't you saying anything? Weren't you very talkative at the banquet earlier?"

The white-robed young man's expression twisted, and he gritted his teeth, saying, "Who are you calling a dead eunuch? Try calling someone else again! You're the damn eunuch!"

Song Mang: "Sorry, I hit a nerve! How about this, you give me 20 billion in spending money, and from now on this will be our little secret. I promise I won't call you that anymore!"

The young man in white: "Shut up! This isn't my sore spot! I've already said, I'm not a eunuch!"

Song Mang: "Okay, okay, first give me 20 billion in spending money, otherwise I'll put a megaphone on the roof of the castle and shout it out."

The young man in white was so angry that he overturned all the tables around him. "I've already told you I'm not!"

"Then take off your pants and show everyone."

"..."

The scene fell silent instantly.

All the surviving humans and monsters involuntarily looked at his crotch.

Song Mang chuckled, "Now that everyone knows, you might as well eat them all up, that way no one can reveal your little secret!"

The young man in white swept his sinister gaze over everyone, gritting his teeth as he said, "What you say makes a lot of sense. In that case, you might as well all die together!"

Bang.

The young man in white suddenly slammed his palm down on the ground.

The eerie red light reappeared, and a large pool of blood flowed onto the red carpet, spreading outwards and forming a large array pattern on the ground.

Boom!

As the fluctuations of the formation emanated, the floor inside the private room instantly shattered into powder, revealing a pitch-black cliff!

"Oh no! There's another teleportation array inside the private room that's transported us to the edge of a cliff!"

As soon as someone shouted this, the light from the nearby array dissipated, and the white-robed young master disappeared.

A gust of wind swept in from below the cliff, and everyone fell off the cliff!

Song Mang sat inside the heavily armored tank, and together they plummeted down the cliff. "This bar's private room has so many formations! Did that eunuch intend to kill everyone all along?"

She muttered something to herself, then put away the heavy tank and replaced it with a paper fighter jet.

"Ahhh! Help!"

The others screamed as they fell, but Song Mang, in his paper fighter jet, nimbly circled around them and reached the bottom of the cliff.

When they were teleported to this place, the formation in the private room disappeared, making it impossible to return the way they came. They could only find a way out from below the cliff.

Once Song Mang reached the bottom of the cliff, she put away the paper fighter jet and explored the surrounding area.

The bottom of the cliff was littered with rubble and corpses, and the air was thick with the stench of death.

Song Mang covered her nose, avoiding the dismembered corpses on the ground, and searched for a while before finally finding a passage.

She walked into the passage and walked for a long time before she saw a light appear in the distance.

The ghostly aura over there is very strong.

After thinking for a moment, Song Mang burned a paper effigy of an ancient man and wrote Xi Jinzhi's birth date and time on it.

After the paper effigy was burned, Xi Yu appeared beside Song Mang.

He was wearing the simple blue robe that the paper effigy was made of, and he stood tall and straight, but his appearance was not as stunning as Xi Jinzhi's own.

If Xi Jinzhi is a 4K high-definition version, then Xi Yu, this paper effigy, is a 1080p pixel version.

They're not that different, but they just don't have the same pleasing aesthetic appeal as the original.

Song Mang stared at him for a long time, making Xi Jinzhi feel a little uncomfortable.

He frowned slightly and said, "Why are you looking at me like that? Is there something on my face?"

Song Mang looked away, thinking to herself, "I managed to burn Xi Jinzhi, this devil, out the first time. Why can't I burn him out like that again?"
"say."

Xi Jinzhi's icy voice came through.

With something on his mind, Song Mang replied dismissively, "I just think you're pretty. You're pretty, so what's wrong with people looking at you? What's wrong with me looking?"

"..."

Song Mang walked forward with her head down, and even took out her phone to send a message to Yan Zhe, asking what was going on with the paper effigy burning out the King of Hell, without paying attention to Xi Jinzhi's expression.

After a long while, he suddenly said behind her, "Are male models prettier or am I prettier?"

Song Mang paused in her steps.

She turned around and saw his handsome face, which had no expression. She smiled and said, "When I look at male models, I look at their eight-pack abs. I've never seen your abs, so how would I know who's good-looking?"
Or, could you show it to me so I can compare?

"shallow!"

A barely perceptible flash of annoyance crossed his eyes, then he flicked his sleeve and walked away.

Song Mang jogged over and said, "No way, no way, you don't have abs? Never mind if you don't~"

Xi Jinzhi suddenly stopped in his tracks.

Song Mang crashed directly into him and passed right through his semi-transparent body.

Song Mang thought this guy had stopped to show her his abs, so she didn't pay attention to where she was going and almost stumbled and fell to the ground.

However, a force grabbed the back of her collar from behind, preventing Song Mang from falling face down.

Song Mang breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Oh my god, I completely forgot you were a weirdo. I braked suddenly and almost tripped over myself. Luckily you caught me..."

Xi Jinzhi, however, said, "I didn't pull you."

Song Mang: ? ? !
Who pulled her?!
next second.

Song Mang suddenly felt a tightness around his neck!
(End of this chapter)