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

Chapter 444 What Blood Skull? From now on, it'll be called a Hexagram!
Upon seeing the blinding light, Xiao Junze couldn't help but gape. "Junior Sister, you truly live up to your reputation! Every time you make a move, it's terrifying! Apart from me, the others here probably don't even have ten Ghost King Tokens!"
No, it's not that there aren't any of the ten Joker cards; it's that most people don't even have one Joker!

Among these people were members of the Ghost Suppression Division, as well as those outlaws subdued by Song Mang.

They are among the best players in Jiang City, but the highest level of the Ghost cards they hold is Ghost General, and only one or two people have Ghost General Ghost cards.

Most people are lucky to even have a Rakshasa amulet!

Seeing Xiao Junze start distributing the Joker cards, someone muttered, "Miss Song, didn't you say you'd give us one Joker card every month? Why are you giving us such good ones?!"

"You guys are coming with me into the ten-star dungeon, not just lying around doing nothing in Jiang City. If you're just lying around doing nothing, I'll give you Ghost General's Ghost Tokens."

When you go out with me on business, what's the most important thing? It's the image, of course!
If others found out that the people working under me don't even have a single Ghost King talisman, where would I put my face? Wouldn't I be laughed to death?

Everyone was incredibly excited as they followed her on business, never expecting such a pleasant surprise.

Those are ghost cards of the level of ghost kings and ghost immortals! And they dealt a hundred ghost king ghost cards and ten ghost immortal ghost cards at once!
Even if it's just a one-time attack, that's enough to launch 101 attacks!

Even if someone has a high-level permanent Joker, they might not be able to withstand so many attacks!

What's the difference between this and permanence?
As long as there are enough, even a one-time use can become a permanent Joker, and it's not affected by the negative karma value!

When the Blood Skull members received those Joker cards, they all wanted to slap themselves a few times.

With this kind of treatment, they still want to take people with them and escape from Jiang City? They must be out of their minds!
What does this behavior equate to? It's like when relatives try to give you a huge red envelope during Chinese New Year, and you yell "I don't want it! I don't want it! I don't want it!" while crawling frantically out of the house.

What's the difference between this and being an idiot?!

The bespectacled man walked directly to Song Mang and said, "Miss Song, oh no! Leader! From now on, we'll follow you, you're our leader!"

If you're not a member of the Blood Skull, then we're not a member of the Blood Skull either! When our group grows stronger, shouldn't we have an official name?!

Hearing the bespectacled man's words, the others chimed in, "That's right, leader, you should come up with a name!"

"The name Blood Skull is no good, we don't care. Leader, think of something even cooler! When you say it, it'll scare them to death!"

Song Mang: "..."

Ask her to name it? She really doesn't know how!
She never really intended to start any kind of organization; she just wanted to hire more people to make things easier.

That way she can have some free time.

All you need to do is eat, drink, play, and spend money in the dungeon!

Seeing that she was frowning and not speaking, Xiao Junze knew that she didn't know what name to choose.

He then suggested, "Junior Sister, how about the name Six-Pointed Star? Your name contains the character '芒' (mang), and the six-pointed star has a good meaning, signifying brilliance and dazzling radiance! It represents a bright future for us all!"

"sure."

Song Mang thought this was a good idea, and directly handed Xiao Junze a black gold card, saying, "Here's a naming fee for you."

"Why are you giving me this! There are 10 billion in this black gold card!"

When Xiao Junze saw the 10 billion written on the card, he was startled and quickly returned the black gold card to her.

"I just chose a name, why should it cost so much money! Besides, we're family from the same sect, there's no need to pay for such a small thing!"
"Keep all your money safe, just in case you don't have enough in the dungeon. I heard from Mr. Xi that there's a casino in the dungeon where you need to bet a lot of ghost money!"

Song Mang said, "Precisely because we're family, I can't treat you unfairly! Just take it! I can afford to give you this small amount of money!"

As for the stakes in the dungeon, I have plenty; there's no way I can't afford to pay them.

Besides, I'm not going to lose money. What if I make a fortune? Then I'll have more money than I can spend.

Xiao Junze: "..."

Others: "..." Ten billion is a small amount of money?
What are you talking about?!
Can we please stop talking about Versailles?!

Damn rich people!

As everyone looked at Song Mang with complicated expressions, a large patch of gray fog suddenly appeared on the nearby road.

Song Mang could still smell the familiar scent of burning incense and candles, and she could also hear voices in her ears.

Welcome to the eerie dungeon! Find the real clock tower and don't get lost on the 18th floor!

Song Mang felt the gray fog around him getting thicker and thicker, and soon he could no longer see his surroundings.

All the people around her disappeared as well.

But she waited for a long time, and the gray fog did not dissipate, and the environment around her did not seem to have changed.

Clang, clang, clang.

The sound of chains rattling came from all directions.

Song Mang saw a figure rapidly approaching her from the distance in the gray fog.

Before long, Song Mang could see his figure clearly.

It was a hellish messenger dressed in a black robe, carrying a piece of the messenger's chain in his hand.

He stared at Song Mang for a while before coldly saying, "Welcome to the Eighteen Levels of Hell. The entrance fee is 100,000 Hell Coins. You can choose to pay or not."

What happens if I don't pay?

Song Mang asked.

The underworld official did not answer, his pale face expressionless as he looked at her and asked again, "Do you wish to pay for the admission ticket?"

"..."

Song Mang felt that this thing was like a human-machine interface; it couldn't answer questions, it could only ask questions according to instructions.

She had no choice but to take out 100,000 yuan in ghost money and say, "I choose to pay for the admission ticket."

The underworld official took 100,000 coins of ghost money, then handed her one end of the chain, saying, "Hold on tight, don't drop it. If you drop it, you'll be no different from those who didn't pay!"

After thinking for a moment, Song Mang took out an extra 100,000 ghost coins and handed them to the underworld messenger.

"Do those who paid and those who didn't go to different places? Where do those who didn't pay go?"

The underworld messenger paused in his steps.

He stared at the 100,000 ghost money in Song Mang's hand for a moment, and finally decided to accept it.

He said quickly, "Those who didn't pay will go to the eighteenth level of hell to be punished, and those who paid will go to the casino to gamble. Although you might lose your life in the casino, it's still better than being in the eighteenth level of hell!"
Okay, stop talking. I can't tell you anything more! I'll take you to the casino first!

"Ok."

Song Mang held onto the Yin Messenger's chains and followed him through the gray mist until they saw a blood-red door.

The underworld official opened the door, stood at the entrance without going in, and said, "You can just go in. I need to go pick up the next person."

Song Mang walked behind the door, and the light in front of her instantly brightened up.

But before she could even see the scene inside the room clearly, a sharp sword shadow slashed towards her!

(End of this chapter)