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

Chapter 321 It's more worthwhile to destroy everything.
Song Mang paused in the swinging of his belt, and the speed at which the white bone staff flew also stopped for a moment.

At this moment, a purple-gold ghostly aura lit up on the snow-white brocade belt, as if trying to pull the belt and fly towards Xi Jinzhi's direction.

But Song Mang held on tightly, showing no intention of letting go, even as the powerful purple-gold Yama ghost energy continued to corrode the flesh and blood on her hands.

Before long, the hand that held the belt was corroded into a pile of rotten flesh, dripping with blood.

Xi Jinzhi said expressionlessly, "Let go and return the belt to me. Your cultivation is no match for my ghostly power. If you insist on taking my things, you will only be devoured, and in the end, even your soul will be hard to preserve."

This was the first time Xi Jinzhi had referred to herself as "this king" in front of Song Mang, which showed that she had truly angered him this time.

He is the Prince of the Underworld, and since birth he has been second only to the emperor. No one in the underworld or the mortal realm dares to disrespect him, let alone dare to play tricks on him like this, and even dares to steal his personal belongings!
This woman is simply...

Extremely shameless!
If it were anyone else, they would have been reduced to ashes the moment they touched him!
But Song Mang still didn't let go.

Even as the flesh and blood of that hand gradually dissipated, turning into a skeletal hand, it still gripped the belt tightly.

Because she knew that only by holding on would she have a chance to rewrite Song Wenqi's name.

Letting go is the only way to lose something forever.

She said in a hoarse voice, "Why did you lie to me?"

He paused, then didn't answer.

But the purple-gold demonic power on the belt disappeared.

Song Mang did not press the matter further. Instead, just as Xi Jinzhi was about to enter, he suddenly flew to a mechanism at the entrance of the altar.

She raised her stone hand, which had turned into terracotta, and smashed it against the mechanism, causing the altar doors to close.

The instant the altar doors closed, Xi Jinzhi saw a blinding red light illuminate the altar, and the terracotta figures from before reappeared!

His pupils contracted slightly. "Song Mang, what are you doing? You've activated the mechanism on the altar!"

Xi Jinzhi rushed toward the closed gate, wanting to pass through the altar gate to find Song Mang.

But the moment he touched the altar door, he was blown away by a strange, blood-red force!

This is the power of the Blood Moon!

"Song Mang, are you looking for death?!"

"Yeah, they're asking for it."

Her nonchalant voice came through.

The man, usually so aloof and detached, underwent a dramatic change in expression for the first time.

"Song Mang, open it!"

He slammed his fist into the altar door, but the blood moon barrier on the door easily blocked his demonic power.

The power of the blood moon here is even stronger than the attack Zhao Gao launched by manipulating the blood moon earlier!
This means this is not a safe house!
Inside the altar gate at this moment.

Song Mang took out a paper tank and quickly hid inside it to avoid the red light.

But as she closed the tank door, a large mass of black ghostly energy followed her in!
Ouch, that really hurts!

Song Mang glanced at her hands, which had rotted into bones.

With trembling hands, she stuffed Xi Jinzhi's belt into her pocket, then fed herself some healing pills.

Fortunately, the quack doctor had given her some top-grade healing pills beforehand. She ate a whole bottle, and the flesh on her hands grew back.

However, the process of regenerating flesh and blood is extremely painful, several times more painful than undergoing a marrow cleansing!
"You're quite tolerant."

A chilling voice suddenly came from beside Song Mang, nearly scaring her to death.

"Holy crap, who is it?"

She suddenly looked to her side and saw a hideous ghost mask emerging from the black ghostly mist.

The young man in black appeared beside her, glanced at her hand, and then at her pale face.

"Little Tian Tian?!" The young man in black's eyes instantly turned sinister, a chilling killing intent flashing in his dark pupils. "Don't call me that!"

"Ok."

Song Mang winced in pain and mumbled, "Then...then why are you following me? Were you moved by my two billion or so?"

"..."

There was a snap.

The young man threw a white jade token in Song Mang's direction, which hit the back of Song Mang's hand.

Her hand was still healing and bleeding, which made Song Mang scream like a groundhog in pain.

"Ah—!!! What are you doing! I gave you so much money, are you trying to take advantage of my illness and kill me?! You bastard, how can you be even more heartless than me!"

"This is the token to control the Blood Moon."

"!!!!!!"

Seeing the token fall under the seat, Song Mang quickly bent down and retrieved it.

She looked at the token with surprise and delight. "With this, I can control the Blood Moon, right?"

The young man glanced at her terracotta-like arm. "It can not only be used to control the Blood Moon, but also to use the power of the Blood Moon to restore the body."

Song Mang continued her groundhog screams, "Ahhh!"

"..."

"Aaaaaah! Two billion is totally worth it!"

"...Can you please stop yelling? Aren't you supposed to be very patient?"

"Ahhhh! I'm so excited!"

The young man in black twitched his lips, then pointed at the tank and said, "I want five hundred of those planes and five hundred of these tanks."

Song Mang calmed down and said, "The quantity is not a problem, but the key now is whether I can leave alive! Only if I can leave alive can I get my employees to rush to make these paper weapons!"
If I can't get out and die here, it'll all be for nothing! That paper-crafting employee isn't very skilled yet; I'll have to go and give him some pointers!

The young man in black remained silent for a long time, seemingly pondering how to ensure her safe departure.

Meanwhile, outside, terracotta warriors continued to attack the paper tanks.

Song Mang drove the tank with one hand, crashing it madly into the terracotta warriors, while simultaneously firing shells from the tank.

Bang bang bang!
Several shells blasted through the underground space, causing it to tremble and shattering several of the terracotta figures.

Seeing how easily she dealt with the terracotta warriors, the young man in black finally spoke, "I know a place where you can leave this instance directly. My men and I will leave with you."

"What about this instance?"

"Of course it will continue to exist."

The young man said, "However, if you take this token, you can give it to someone else. If anyone else enters this instance, this token can help stop the Blood Moon attack."

Song Mang thought for a moment and said, "What level of command does this token have to control the Blood Moon? If I and the statue both want to control the Blood Moon, whose command will the Blood Moon obey?"

"Idols".

The young man said, "Immortal artifacts are all bound to the divine soul. Divine statues can be controlled with the divine soul, so they do not need a token. This is just a power that the gods have given to Zhao Gao. Of course, this power cannot be higher than that of the gods."

"Ah……"

Song Mang drove the paper tank directly onto the reassembled fragments of painted pottery on the ground. "What's the use of taking this token out? It's more worthwhile to destroy this place!"

"Destroy this place?"

The young man looked her up and down, then scoffed, "Why don't you take a look at yourself? You're almost half dead, and you still have the nerve to talk big like that."

(End of this chapter)