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

Chapter 445 Eighteen Deadly Mini-Games

"Song Mang, how dare you lie to me!"

As the sword flashed, an angry shout came from inside the house.

The sword energy within this sword shadow was also mixed with a strong ghostly aura, and wisps of golden light appeared within the ghostly aura, clearly indicating that it was a high-grade ghostly weapon.

Song Mang narrowed his eyes and quickly used a Yama-level ghost card to block the sword energy.

She recognized the swordsman not far away and chuckled, "Qin Yang, are you talking about the time I pointed you in the right direction? I just pointed randomly, who knew you would believe me?"
The direction I pointed in is obvious to anyone with common sense—it's the way out of the city. The opera house couldn't possibly be there. Can't you use your brain and think about it properly?

Qin Yang was surprised when she saw Song Mang use a ghost card of the King of Hell level.

He snorted coldly before saying, "I chose to trust you and that's why I didn't look at the map, but you lied to me."
You made an ignorant, handsome young man run all that way for nothing, and now he's stuck in a ten-star dungeon. Don't you feel any remorse?

"...?"

Does this person have any shame?

Song Mang looked at him speechlessly, "You can say I made you run around for nothing, but there's no need to call yourself a handsome young man, is there?"
Besides, don't you just love grinding dungeons? You're always looking for high-star dungeons just to keep your ranking at number one. I've shown you the right way; you're probably thrilled!

"..."

He had only met this woman a few times, how could she know him so well?

Although he was initially angry when he realized he had gone the wrong way, his anger subsided when he discovered he had accidentally entered a ten-star dungeon, and he was even quite excited.

This ten-star dungeon in Haicheng is quite special; the rewards are even greater than those in the capital city.

Clearing the level will not only earn you a large number of points and millions of ghost coins, but also some extra surprises!

Qin Yang looked at Song Mang curiously, "I heard you killed Chan Ren, the crown prince of the Ghost Suppression Division. Interesting, very interesting."

Although that guy was a Buddhist disciple and seemed righteous, it was actually his father who took the unorthodox path so that he could stand out in the apocalypse.

What Buddhist sacred artifacts and the power of holy Buddhas? They are nothing but lies fabricated by that old man from the Ghost Suppression Division to deceive the outside world. The father and son have countless lives on their hands.

"You've managed to get so many experts from the major Xuanmen families in the capital to hunt you down; you're quite a formidable figure. Today, let me see just how capable you really are!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Qin Yang raised his hand and waved it towards the distance, and a strange figure placed a grand chair behind him.

"Somebody come!"

He casually sat down in the armchair, crossed his legs, and pointed at Song Mang, saying, "In this bet, I will choose her as my opponent."

The environment around the two of them changed instantly. A long gambling table suddenly appeared, and a grand chair was strangely delivered to Song Mang's back.

Song Mang sat down in the armchair, and at the end of the long gambling table appeared a female underworld official, watching them with amusement.

"Welcome to the Underworld Casino."

The female underworld official looked at them and said, "Both of you bought tickets to come in, and you will have the opportunity to see the eighteen levels of hell in a little while."

Compared to those people in the eighteenth level of hell, this place is much safer. As long as you have enough resources, it doesn't matter if you lose a round.

At this point, the female underworld official broke into a wide smile and took out four playing cards.

"You two should choose a faction first, but you can't choose the same color. As for who should choose first, you can discuss it with each other."

The female underworld official raised her hand and waved it, and the four playing cards in her hand landed precisely on the table between Song Mang and Qin Yang.

The four playing cards have no words on them, only a circle filled with different colors on each card: red, yellow, blue, and green.

These four colors must represent something, but there are no hints on the playing cards, and the female underworld official doesn't seem inclined to explain, leaving the participants to guess for themselves.

There was a lot of information about the "Nightmare Clock Tower" ten-star dungeon online in my previous life, since it was later upgraded to the Temple dungeon.

Although most players who enter the Ten-Star Dungeon eventually die before escaping the Temple Dungeon, some have still managed to share content from within the dungeon using paper phones. The Nightmare Clock Tower has a total of eighteen floors. All players entering the clock tower are teleported to the first floor, and then experience different "mini-games" on each floor.

The names of these games are very common, such as "Passing the Flower While Drumming," "Drop the Handkerchief," "Catch the Rope," and "Ten Thousand People Crossing the Single-Plank Bridge," all of which are games that people played when they were children.

These mini-games are very simple to play, basically the same as the ones we played as kids, but...

It could kill someone.

For example, in the game of musical chairs, the normal version is that whoever receives the bouquet has to go on stage to perform a talent show or accept a punishment that everyone agrees on.

But inside the Nightmare Clock Tower, whoever gets the "flower" in the game of musical chairs will be killed by the ghost.

Unless you have the ability to withstand a bizarre attack, you have a chance of surviving.

Only by surviving in this level of the game can you advance to the next level.

Completely clearing all 18 levels of the game means you've passed this dungeon and will have a chance to leave.

However, as players progress through higher levels of the game, the strange forces they encounter become increasingly powerful, making it harder and harder for them to withstand the pursuit of these monsters.

Because surviving on each floor is difficult, the "Nightmare Clock Tower" is also known by players and its eerie atmosphere as the "Eighteen Levels of Hell."

Since this instance appeared, nearly 100,000 people have been captured, and not a single player has survived to complete it.

Furthermore, there was no "Underworld Casino" in the previous version of this game, but now there is one, which directly diverts players away. I don't know what the purpose of this is.

Song Mang looked at Qin Yang and said, "It was my fault for giving you the wrong directions last time. I'll let you have your way this time. You can choose a card you like first."

"Should I choose first?"

Qin Yang stared at the four playing cards for a moment, as if he knew what they represented, and said meaningfully, "Then I'll have to think about it carefully."

While he was thinking, Song Mang used a paper phone to contact Xiao Junze and the others.

She thought Xiao Junze would also be at the underworld casino, but it turned out that he couldn't bear to spend the 100,000 yuan entrance fee and went to the 18th level of hell with the others.

Xiao Junze also sent Song Mang a photo, which was a high school math exam paper.

Xiao Junze: [Junior Sister, why does this dungeon feel like it's not dangerous at all, but just pure torture?]

When I went in, I found myself in a classroom. They said we were taking the college entrance exam, and there were even exam papers on the table!
The questions on the test looked like they were from senior year of high school, but I had no idea how to answer them now. Senior year, the college entrance exam, was when my IQ was at its peak; I've completely forgotten everything now!

Xiao Junze: [Damn it, it still relies on math. Analytic geometry, functions and derivatives, sequences and probability statistics—just looking at them gives me a headache. Am I going to hand in a blank paper? I hope I won't die?]

Song Mang: [The game name for this floor is written in the corner of the exam paper. Your game is called "Ten Thousand People Crossing a Single-Plank Bridge." Only players who can cross the single-plank bridge can survive.]

Xiao Junze: [This is a classroom for the college entrance exam, there's no single-plank bridge here, why would I need to cross one? Maybe I should go outside and look for one now?]

Song Mang: [...]

Song Mang: [The single-plank bridge is the college entrance examination.]

Song Mang: [Those who don't score 600 points should be executed.]

Xiao Junze: [? ? ? ? ]

Six hundred points?
Before the apocalypse, he could score 600 points on tests, but now he's forgotten everything. How can he possibly score 600 points now?!
Just as Xiao Junze was completely bewildered, speechless, and on the verge of collapse, Song Mang sent him another message.

What color is your school uniform?

　I was supposed to update this book the day before yesterday, but then Hangzhou suddenly got so hot that I got heatstroke. I'm really fed up with this awful weather; it really leaves you with no way to cope...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)