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

Chapter 322 You've forgotten your roots as soon as you found the safe house, haven't you?

Song Mang grinned and said, "Who said I only have half a life left? Don't I have a token that can restore my body?"

After speaking, she examined the token in her hand and discovered that it had buttons on it.

This white jade token looks like a token-shaped remote control, with a small screen at the top and some raised engraved patterns at the bottom that can be touched, and it also has button functions.

Song Mang pressed a button that looked like a switch, and then found that the blood moon's red light inside the altar had disappeared.

Not only that, the red glow on the painted pottery fragments on the ground has disappeared, and they look like ordinary pottery shards.

"The power of the Blood Moon is gone."

Song Mang climbed out of the tank and glanced in the direction of the altar.

The blinding red light just now came not only from the eyes of those terracotta figures, but also from that altar.

Looking in the direction of the altar, she guessed that the altar must have some kind of connection with the blood moon, otherwise the statue would not have specially reserved a space for the altar.

Song Mang asked the young man beside him, "What is the purpose of that altar? How did Zhao Gao usually perform the sacrifices?"

"The altar can communicate with the Blood Moon, serving as a channel for receiving the Blood Moon's power without any loss. Zhao Gao usually cultivates here. Originally, he didn't even have the cultivation of a Ghost Immortal, but he became a Ghost Immortal after coming to this place."

"That's it."

Song Mang pondered and said, "Zhao Gao is a monster, and I am human. He can receive the power of the Blood Moon without any damage, but I may not be able to receive it without any damage."

Also, there are several symbol buttons on the token, and I don't know what they mean. Which one should I press to restore the Blood Moon to my body?

The young man thought for a moment and said, "I can confirm that the Blood Moon can restore a human body. There was a person who turned into a terracotta figurine and paid Zhao Gao hundreds of millions to restore his body."

Zhao Gao was tempted and accepted the player's 100 million ghost coins, using the Blood Moon Altar to restore his body.

But I don't know which symbol on the token Zhao Gao pressed to restore his body.

"Doesn't that mean I have to try them one by one? But there are five symbols here, and I don't have five lives!"

If you go up to the altar and press the wrong symbol, won't you be doomed too?!

The young man said, "If Zhao Gao were still alive, we could ask him, but unfortunately he has already vanished into thin air."

"What's the point of asking him? He might not even tell the truth. I'd rather try them one by one!"

How do you try it?

Song Mang didn't answer, but instead asked, "Did the player who recovered his body leave from here?"

"No."

The young man answered.

"He couldn't find a way out, nor could he find a safe house, and he died at the hands of other players who had turned into terracotta warriors."

Song Mang frowned. "So many people have come here, hasn't a single person found a way to leave?"

That's over 100,000 people!

Qing scoffed, "You call this place a dungeon, but this is inside a celestial artifact. What way is there to clear it? Unless you destroy this artifact and create a breakthrough, you can't leave."

But for mere humans to attempt to break through a celestial artifact is like an ant trying to shake a tree; leaving is nothing but a pipe dream.

"You mean there's no way to leave this place at all? Unless the artifact is destroyed and the spirit is annihilated?"

He stared at her for a while before saying, "For humans, there is no such thing. That's why I'm telling you to leave with me and stop thinking about nonsense."

Of the more than 100,000 people who came in before, none of them were able to find a way out of this immortal artifact. How dare she, alone, think that the artifact would be destroyed and the god would perish?

Song Mang pondered without speaking.

The young man said impatiently, "What does it matter to you how many people have died here, or how many more will die in the future? Once you've recovered, get out of here!" He hadn't received his paper offerings yet; this woman couldn't just die here!

"Who says it has nothing to do with me?" Song Mang's eyes turned cold. "The most important person to me is still here, and I absolutely cannot leave like this!"

As soon as she finished speaking, the human and the ghost heard a series of hurried footsteps coming from outside the altar.

"Everyone, quickly hide here! Someone said this might be a safe house! If we hide here, those people who turned into terracotta figures won't be able to attack us!"

Song Mang turned his head to look in the direction of the altar gate, and saw that the barrier above the gate had disappeared at some point.

She probably shut down the power of the Blood Moon, and the barrier formed by the Blood Moon's power disappeared.

She heard voices outside and went to open the stone door at the entrance to the altar.

Click, click.

The stone door slowly opened, and Song Mang didn't see Xi Jinzhi outside, but instead saw a large group of human players.

These human players were the ones who had been captured by Ouyang Chen and his group earlier, but they escaped this fate and did not absorb the power of the Blood Moon to become terracotta warriors.

However, many of these human players have developed physical characteristics resembling terracotta figures.

Some players were not exposed to the blood moon and were physically unharmed, but their expressions were filled with terror.

"Song Mang, is this a safe house?"

"Song Mang is here, it's definitely safe here, everyone quickly hide inside! Those terracotta warriors are chasing us!"

"The eyes of those terracotta figures can also glow; if you are shone by their eyes, you will also turn into a terracotta figure!"

"Yes, hurry inside! All those players who absorbed the power of the Blood Moon to cultivate have turned into terracotta warriors. They'll find them outside very quickly!"

As they talked, they quickly rushed into the underground space where the altar was located.

Fortunately, this underground space is very large. Besides the large altar at the very center, there is a lot of open space, enough to park more than ten large tanks.

So all these people rushed in at once, and this place was big enough to accommodate them.

However, this is not a safe house.

Although everyone had taken refuge inside, believing it to be a safe house, some people were still filled with terror, hiding in a corner and sobbing softly.

Because some people have discovered that the terracotta-like area on their bodies is spreading, it is very likely that their bodies will turn into terracotta blocks in a short time!

Sudden.

One player whose body hadn't yet turned into a terracotta figure said, "The area of ​​their bodies covered in clay is getting larger and larger; they'll eventually become terracotta warriors!"

"What?! If someone's entire body is turned into a terracotta figure, wouldn't we be doomed?"

"Or let those people out! The terracotta transformation in their bodies is spreading; they'll soon turn into stone statues and won't survive any longer!"

"Yes, yes, let them out quickly! We can't let them stay in the safe house! If they stay in the safe house, it won't be safe!"

Players whose bodies resemble terracotta figures are already physically disabled and are no match for other players.

Soon, many players who had health problems were kicked out.

The players who were physically intact teamed up, and several of them grabbed the terracotta warrior-like players and threw them out.

Someone noticed Song Mang.

"Song Mang's body has also turned into a terracotta figure; one of her legs and one of her arms have turned into terracotta blocks! Quickly, throw her out too!"

(End of this chapter)