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

Chapter 450 Teacher Xi: Taking you under my wing? Did you even ask me?

The female underworld official then said, "This time, you need to guess which eight people will receive the eight flowers. The more people who guess correctly, the more likely you are to win."

If neither side guesses the correct number of the sixteen people, then the house wins.

Nearly five hundred people were in a circle, and each person's clothes had a number printed on the back. The drum in the very center of the eight circles also had the letters AH written on it.

The female underworld messenger handed over two sheets of joss paper. "Distinguished guests, please write down on the joss paper which player's clothing number will receive the bouquet from the Auction House queue."

Qin Yang frowned and said, "There are nearly five hundred people in one circle. How can we possibly guess correctly? What happens if the bookmaker wins?"

The female underworld official smiled slightly, "Then everything you bet on belongs to the bookmaker."

"Song Mang's one trillion yuan bet and my personal freedom both go to the bookmakers? This is outrageous!"

Qin Yang couldn't help but stand up again, staring suspiciously at the female underworld official, and said, "If we write down the numbers first, and you have the drummer deliberately not pass the flowers to those people, wouldn't we all be doomed to lose?"

"That's impossible."

The female underworld official still smiled, "Because there's no one to play the drums. The eight drums have formations on them, so they can sound by themselves."

"This is a fair and impartial casino; there is absolutely no possibility of manipulation. You can rest assured, esteemed guest."

"Formations are even less reliable!"

Qin Yang sneered, "Do you think I'm stupid? Arrays are created, just like computer programs; they can be manipulated privately!"

"Distinguished guest, please calm down."

Seeing his frequent questioning, the female underworld official's smile disappeared, and she looked at Qin Yang with some dissatisfaction.

“Once you’ve chosen to participate in the betting, you can’t back out halfway. Otherwise, the casino will punish you, and you probably won’t be able to afford the consequences.”

Qin Yang realized that this place was, after all, a ten-star dungeon, and there might be strange beings at the level of ghost immortals, so he might not be a match for them.

He could only suppress his emotions, sit down again, and look in Song Mang's direction.

Song Mang calmly sat in his seat and tried to pick up the ten black gold cards on the table, but a red barrier appeared on the table and enveloped the black gold cards.

Once the chips are placed on the table, they can't be taken back unless she wins the round.

Before Qin Yang was a signed contract that specified the rules of the betting game and would take effect immediately if he lost.

This contract was purchased from a mysterious app, and once it takes effect, he will be bound by the power of Heaven.

He can only win. If he loses and it's a draw, he'll lose his personal freedom and become a slave to others! The kind of slave where he works without pay!
"Song Mang".

Qin Yang suddenly called her name and kept winking at Song Mang.

"What are you doing? Are you having an eye twitch?"

"..."

Qin Yang coughed lightly and said, "I'm just thinking that the chances of one of us winning are slim, and it's very likely to be a draw, in which case the chips will all go to the bookmaker."

Song Mang chuckled, "It hasn't even started yet, how do you know it's a draw? What if I win?"

Qin Yang curled her lip. "Their purpose is so obvious, how could it be a draw? I bet those eight drums have been tampered with."

Qin Yang suspected that after Song Mang bet one trillion, the strange entity behind the casino couldn't sit still and came up with this clumsy game to try and make money.

That's a trillion ghost money!
Even the King of Hell doesn't have that many [people/experts], right?

Song Mang glanced at the monitor and saw that there were people with six-pointed stars in AH's team, so she chose one of them.

She wrote the numbers on the joss paper and handed it to the female underworld messenger, saying, "I've already made the prediction."

"Alright, it's your turn, distinguished guest," the female underworld official urged Qin Yang.

Qin Yang then slowly began to write down the numbers.

He seemed to be giving up, probably because he felt he couldn't win. As he wrote, he said, "I feel like a draw is worse than losing to you."
"When the contract takes effect, will I get paid to be your servant? I heard that your employees, whether they're supernatural or human, are paid very high wages."

"I can pay you a salary."

Song Mang wasn't short of money, so she thought for a moment and asked, "But first tell me, where did you get this Qin Shi Huang sword?"

"I found it by luck."

Qin Yang grinned and said, "How much will you pay me? You're lucky to be your male servant. I can not only do laundry and cook, but I can also fight and warm your bed."

Qin Yang paused in his pen-holding motion. "It feels pretty good to be kept by a rich woman, especially a young and beautiful one, not some Godzilla or Tyrannosaurus Rex."

"Or I could just withdraw from the competition, and you can give me half of your trillion as my 'sugar daddy' fee, how about that?"

Song Mang: ? ? ?
Female underworld official: "..."

The female underworld official reminded him again, "Guest, this isn't a competition, it's a gamble. There's no such thing as forfeiting. Once the gamble starts, it has to go all the way. Let's talk about this again when you've really lost!"

Qin Yang looked at the female underworld official and said, "Aren't you tempted? Half of a trillion is still five hundred billion! I've even seen the Ghost Emperor in my life, but I've never seen five hundred billion underworld currency."

"How about we both become Song Mang's mistresses? I'll work Mondays, Wednesdays, Fridays, and Sundays, and you can work Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays. With both men and women around, life won't be boring."

The female underworld official paused for a moment, "You have 500 billion, what do I have? Besides, I have a job now, I want to earn money through my own labor, I'm not going to be a parasite!"

How can you, a grown man, be so spineless? You see she's using so much money as leverage, and all you want is to be her lover? Can't you just work hard and earn a trillion from her yourself?

Qin Yang spread her hands, "Isn't it because I'm afraid you bookmakers will set a trap so that none of us can win? If she loses, how will she support me after losing this trillion?"
"Hey girl, how about you tell us first, is there anything wrong with that eight-sided drum? Once I'm successfully kept by someone, I'll give you a hundred billion to spend."

The female underworld official wanted to roll her eyes. "You haven't even been kept yet, and you're already thinking so highly of yourself. Of course, the Eight-Sided Drum is no problem. I've said before that this is a fair and just casino, and there's absolutely no such thing as the house rigging the game."

Unable to extract any useful information, Qin Yang could only sigh and say, "Alright, let's begin then."

He handed over the joss paper.

But the moment he handed over the joss paper, a man dressed in a flowing snow robe suddenly appeared beside Song Mang, looking at him with icy eyes.

"This...this is the big boss of your casino? Why are you looking at me like that? I haven't broken any rules!"

Qin Yang felt the aura emanating from Xi Jinzhi and immediately felt a chill run down his spine. This suddenly appearing man seemed even more terrifying than the Ghost Emperor he had encountered before!

Song Mang was also surprised to see Xi Jinzhi come out of the castle, and looked at him with a puzzled expression.

Why are you out now?

She brought Xi Jinzhi with her when she arrived, planning to have him help destroy the dungeon after finding the statue.

A grand chair appeared out of thin air behind Xi Jinzhi, and he sat down directly next to Song Mang.

He stared at Qin Yang for a long time before finally saying, "I was bored, so I came to take a look."

Qin Yang carefully observed Xi Jinzhi for a long time before realizing that the guy looked familiar. He seemed to have seen this person in the suburbs of Jiang City.

He had previously thought Xi Jinzhi was a cultivator who liked to wear ancient robes, but now he felt a chilling and oppressive aura emanating from Xi Jinzhi, and could clearly tell that he was not a living person.

If Qin Yang hadn't met Xi Jinzhi before, she would have suspected that he was the big boss of this ten-star dungeon!
dong dong dong dong!

The monitor emitted a loud drumbeat; the second-floor musical chairs game had begun.

Xi Jinzhi glanced casually at the chips on the gambling table and said to Song Mang, "Do you want to win, or... a draw?"

(End of this chapter)