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

Chapter 451 Whoever receives the bouquet dies.
"Of course we'll win."

Song Mang curled her lip, "A draw means the bookmaker wins, but for me it's still a loss. My trillion is gone."

"Don't be fooled by how readily I'm handing it over; even a small amount of money is still money, and there's no reason to give it away to the casino for nothing."

Xi Jinzhi nodded. "That's true. One trillion isn't a lot, but we can't just give it away for free."

Qin Yang: ? ? ?
Female underworld messenger: ? ? ?

One trillion is still too little? What are we, who have barely even seen one hundred million ghost money, compared to them?
Qin Yang and the female underworld official kept their mouths slightly open the whole time, completely baffled as to why Song Mang and Xi Jinzhi didn't take one trillion yuan seriously. They both suspected that the two were deliberately showing off their wealth.

But they were obviously overthinking it.

Song Mang really doesn't care about one trillion.

Not to mention that she has more than one trillion yuan in savings in her bank account, her paper-made nuclear bomb factory can earn one trillion yuan by selling ten paper-made nuclear bombs.

Now there's a new business: selling paper warships, making it even easier to earn ghost money.

The Ten Underworld Generals are fighting fiercely for territory and the position of Yama, with the Ghost Emperor also getting involved. They all want to purchase large quantities of paper-made firearms.

Song Mang wasn't worried about the paper offerings not selling; she was only concerned about the factory not having enough manpower and not being able to keep up with the demand.

Boom-!
A burst of extremely loud drumming sounded, then drum number A stopped, and one player received the bouquet.

The female underworld official spoke up, "After drum number A ends, player number 356 will receive the bouquet. It's such a pity that neither of you guessed correctly."

But it's okay, there are still seven drums left. Someone's bound to guess them correctly next!

Then drum number B started playing.

dong dong dong dong!

The intense drumming sounded again.

Because the bouquet was passed around to so many people, the chances of Song Mang and Qin Yang guessing correctly were basically one in two hundred and fifty. So when the drumming stopped, the person who received the bouquet was not the one they had guessed.

When the C drum started beating, Qin Yang became restless and lowered his head to send a message to the people at the headquarters of the Ghost Suppression Division.

Many more people survived on the first floor, and the cultivators who came in with Qin Yang also made it to the second floor, where they were scattered into several groups.

What Qin Yang asked them to do was very simple.

That means you have to grab the bouquet!

The rules of the game "Pass the Flower" do not state that players cannot grab the bouquet; if you grab it, you get it!

The phone numbers Qin Yang guessed this time were basically from the people he brought in.

Even if the number he guessed wasn't one of his own, he could let them grab the bouquet first, and then hand it to the player with that number when the drumming stopped.

But when he messaged those people, no one replied.

However, when Qin Yang checked the surveillance footage, those people even took out their phones and glanced at them, clearly indicating that they had received his message.

Why don't you reply to him?

Dong Dong Dong Dong——!
The drumming grew more and more frequent.

Qin Yang looked at the players on drum C and saw that each of them was pale-faced, passing the bouquets of flowers around quickly, as if afraid of losing them to themselves.

"what--!"

Two piercing screams suddenly rang out.

Two surveillance camera shots cut to the area around drums A and B, where the two human players who had received the bouquets suddenly collapsed and died!

They were still clutching that clump of blood tightly in their hands, large pools of blood seeping from beneath their skin, and then the flesh began to peel away, leaving only bones.

The players around drum B, who were near drum C, saw the two dead bodies and immediately passed the bouquets of flowers around even faster.

Nobody wants to get their hands on this thing.

Moreover, they were even more tense than Song Mang and Qin Yang watching the surveillance footage, and the atmosphere at the scene was far more eerie. No strange occurrences or ghostly fluctuations were observed, yet the two players who received the bouquets inexplicably turned into skeletons!
This can only mean that there's something wrong with the bouquet!
Qin Yang sent a message to his men, telling them to go and grab the bouquets, but they didn't dare to!

After watching for a long time, they still couldn't figure out how those two people died. If they had managed to snatch the bouquet, wouldn't they have died inexplicably as well?

Song Mang also saw this scene in the monitoring room, and she stared at the remains of the two dead for a long time.

However, because she wasn't at the scene and had limited information, she didn't know how the two people died.

Song Mang frowned, her expression somewhat grave. "It seems that for those players on the second level, only those who can't get the bouquet can survive."

But if we don't let our own people get the bouquets, Qin Yang and I probably won't win either."

That means the house wins.

Song Mang looked over at Qin Yang and saw that he was even more nervous than she was, sitting upright in the armchair.

Soon, the C drum stopped playing.

One player received the bouquet, his face instantly turned pale, and he wanted to throw it away immediately.

"I don't want to die! I don't want to!"

He screamed in despair, but he couldn't shake the bouquet off his hands; it was as if it were stuck to them.

His skin and flesh began to peel off little by little, and blood flowed all over the ground. Before long, he turned into a skeleton.

The screams stopped abruptly.

All the players present watched this scene in horror. The other players who hadn't started the game of musical chairs were starting to lose their composure, and several of them stumbled to their feet.

"I'm not playing anymore! I don't want to play anymore!"

"Let me get out of here!"

"I'm not playing this, you guys play!"

In the empty space, a mechanical announcement rang out: "Players, please do not leave your positions. The game is not over yet! Otherwise, you will bear the consequences!"

"What kind of game is this? I'm not playing it anymore! Screw it!"

"I'm not playing anymore, I want to leave this place, let me out!"

The players shouted incoherently, showing no intention of returning to their original seats.

next second.

Screams erupted one after another, and those players who left their positions turned into skeletons in an instant!
Song Mang saw this scene on the monitor and immediately stood up from her seat.

"The problem isn't the drum or the flowers; the problem lies in the place itself!"

Hearing her words, Qin Yang rolled her eyes and said, "Isn't that obvious? This is inside the Nightmare Clock Tower, there's definitely something wrong with this place."

"What I mean is, the reason those players died is related to this strange space. This place on the second floor is a bit different from the first floor."

In this open space, which is as large as a football field, the surrounding area was shrouded in an extremely thick white fog, making it impossible to see what the surroundings were like.

Even the ground where the players were sitting was shrouded in white mist, making it seem as if everyone was sitting on clouds.

But when those players who left their positions died, Song Mang saw something emerge from the white mist on the ground and enter the players' bodies.

They were thin, gray lines, hidden in the white mist, and could not be seen at all without careful observation.

Perhaps if we figure out the cause of these players' deaths and find a way to prevent them from dying, we can then let people steal the bouquets.

"Zoom in to take a look at the deceased's remains."

Xi Jinzhi's voice suddenly came.

Song Mang sat back down in her seat, leaned closer to him, and asked, "Have you figured out what happened?"

(End of this chapter)