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

Chapter 375 She's probably just enjoying herself in a dungeon!
Ren Zihao snapped out of his daze, a hint of apprehension still in his eyes. He unconsciously swallowed and asked, "Where did you find this delivery driver? Why can he come and go as he pleases?"

"I'm a delivery driver for my own company."

Song Mang looked at him leisurely, "Don't you have your own delivery person? No wonder you're so ignorant."

"Don't even mention eight-star dungeons, even ten-star dungeons, I can get food delivered if I want it."

"..."

Ren Zihao was about to vomit blood.

He hates rich people!
Before the apocalypse, he was considered a wealthy second-generation heir, but all his assets were wiped out in the apocalypse, and he was only able to live a little better thanks to the protection of his ancestors.

The people in the apocalypse are more and more outrageous than the last. Some people can cultivate to fly, and some nouveau riche suddenly have a lot of ghost money and can hire strange things to do things!
But hiring a ghost king-level or higher monster to deliver takeout, like Song Mang did, is even more outrageous!

He remembered that many ghost kings disdained ghost money and would never do such a job that required them to be subservient to others. Why would this sword cultivator, who was so strong, deliver takeout to Song Mang?
At this level, how could they possibly lack ghost money?

Ren Zihao looked around nervously, wanting to find a chance to run away; he had no intention of putting on a show!
She still dances in those shameful clothes!

If he really jumps, he'll be out of the game; he'll become the laughingstock of all the players.

When Ren Zihao saw Song Mang calling on the other classmates to eat hot pot, he ran out of the crowd.

But just as he ran off the lawn, preparing to run towards the dormitory building, the space around him suddenly distorted.

A tearing sound.

A blood-red blade suddenly appeared in the air, cutting out a dark spatial rift.

A man wearing a hideous mask emerged from the crack, carrying a bag of clothes in his hand.

Seeing him from afar, Song Mang called out, "Bai Qi, I'm here! The guy next to you is an actor, don't let him get away! If he does, you'll have to wear those costumes and do the Milk Dragon Dance for me!"

"...?"

Bai Qi raised his long leg and kicked Ren Zihao hard, sending him flying more than ten meters away.

call out--!
boom--!
Ren Zihao, so lively and graceful, flew from the outer edge of the lawn, through the crowd, and to the very center.

Bai Qi teleported to his side and threw the bag of clothes at him. "Perform!"

"..."

Ren Zihao thought to himself, how could a grown man like himself wear such effeminate clothes and dance such a childish dance?

His expression twisted in pain as he used the Joker card he had bound to him. "I didn't want to use this move, but you forced me to! So don't blame me!"

He roared, and a ghostly card appeared in his hand, glowing with a bluish-purple light.

"A ghost card of the Ghost General level?"

Bai Qi scoffed lightly and glanced indifferently at the Joker card in Ren Zihao's hand.

The Joker's light dimmed instantly!
The next second, the Joker suddenly shattered into a large patch of light and disappeared from his hand.

This means the Joker has been freed from its bond with him!

"you……!"

Ren Zihao looked at Bai Qi in extreme fear.

What is this thing?

Why was it that just one glance at his Joker card was enough to frighten the Ghost General into breaking the permanent bond between them?
That was his only high-level Joker!

Just as he was feeling heartbroken, a blood-red scythe was placed against his neck. The chilling and violent killing intent emanating from it suffocated him, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

"Either perform, or... die!"

Ren Zihao was so frightened that he couldn't even speak a complete sentence, and could only nod tremblingly toward Bai Dian.

A while later, the Sword Saint returned with lemon tea and reduced the will-o'-the-wisp on his broadsword to prevent it from harming others.

Song Mang asked the head of the teaching department to bring over chairs from the classroom, and everyone sat down next to Kuojian to eat. Each person also received a cup of lemon tea.

Not far away, Ren Zihao was wearing a milk dragon bodysuit and a sexy bikini leather outfit, dancing the milk dragon dance.

While eating, Song Mang was playing on her phone when she noticed that many people were sending her private messages online asking about the progress of the game.

She started a live stream and filmed the row of hot pots in front of her.

Song Mang: "We've already entered the chain of dungeons, it's not difficult at all, we've already started eating hot pot."

audience:? ? ? ?

[Isn't this eight-star dungeon in Jiang City supposed to be a disaster dungeon? Someone online said there was no food, only energy drinks, and they couldn't use their storage space. How did you end up eating hot pot?!]

These vegetables are so fresh! They even have my favorite duck blood and tripe—I couldn't get any outside the dungeon!

Is she just going to enjoy herself in a dungeon?!

[This is so fake! She definitely hasn't even entered the dungeon yet! There's a post on the forum from a player who's actually in the dungeon, saying there's no fresh food at all, the vegetation and trees are all fake, how could there be so much food!]

Seeing the questioning comments, Song Mang pursed his lips and used the camera to take a picture of the environment behind the mountain.

"Look for yourselves, is this a normal world? The leaves of these trees on the back hill are all made of plastic. And many of my classmates around me don't even have shadows."

The audience followed the camera's view for a moment.

They then discovered that the table Song Mang was using to eat on was actually a large, ancient sword over ten meters long, which was clearly no ordinary object.

This sword can even be used to cook hot pot with ghost fire!
So smart!

There were many chairs next to the broadsword, and under the glow of the will-o'-the-wisps, you could see many people sitting at the tables eating.

However, in the footage, viewers can only clearly see the faces of seven or eight people; the others are not visible.

Why do some chairs appear to have people sitting on them, but I can't make out their faces?

That doesn't look like a human.

[The streamer is having hot pot with some weird creature from the dungeon? That's so abstract!]

As the audience was still in shock, they saw several illusory figures stand up from their seats and float towards Song Mang.

Everyone's hearts were in their throats, thinking that these strange creatures were coming to attack Song Mang.

The result is the next second.

Suddenly, those eerie hands raised a cup of Snow King Lemon Tea and gestured towards Song Mang.

"After being in this apocalypse for so long, this is the first time I've eaten such fresh food. Song Mang, you're amazing! From now on, you're the leader of our class, and I'll follow you!"

"Me too! From now on, I won't acknowledge anyone who tries to take the commander position from you. You're the only commander in our class!"

Song Mang smiled faintly, "You're too kind, everyone. This is something I promised you, so of course I have to keep my promise. When we go to visit the warship tomorrow, I'll treat you to Starbucks."

audience:? ? ? ?

"A Starbucks cup costing 5,000 yuan in ghost money? Sis, you're my sister! I'm going to the dungeon right now; I want to live that kind of carefree life too!"

Damn, these weirdos are having so much fun!

[I'll say it again, can't I just die in this dungeon as an NPC and wait for Song Mang to come in and shower me with money?]

After chatting with the NPCs, Song Mang looked at the camera and said, "Let me tell you about the situation here. This eight-star dungeon is very different from other dungeons."

Although I am not in any immediate danger, there are many suspicious points here, such as…”

(End of this chapter)