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

Chapter 454 They won't let me take it? I'll just send troops to rob it openly.
The female underworld official's voice came, "The game of Drum E is over. It's a pity that the two distinguished guests still didn't get the bouquets because of the number they guessed."

"how so!"

Qin Yang suddenly stood up from his seat and stared intently at the monitor screen.

"He shouldn't have died! Where did I go wrong? I clearly wrote his name down!"

Qin Yang murmured something, then quickly looked down at the Book of Life and Death in his hand, only to see that the string of names and birth dates he had written on quickly disappeared.

He searched for the deceased's name in the Book of Life and Death again, but this time he couldn't find anything, which meant that the deceased was completely dead.

"This thing can't be brought back to life?"

Qin Yang frowned deeply, then angrily said, "Could this be a fake Book of Life and Death? This is incredibly audacious! They even dare to fool the First Emperor!"

Qin Yang looked at the monitor with a grim expression, and saw that the F drum had started to sound, and a new round of musical chairs had begun.

"There are only three drums left, and three more rounds of musical chairs. If we don't get the bouquet by then, we won't win!"

His gloomy gaze fell on the female underworld official. "The bookmaker is really good at scheming. It seems he's determined not to let us win!"

His men had all managed to grab the bouquet, but at the moment the man died, the bouquet flew out and landed in someone else's hands!
When those people died, the bouquets were tightly wrapped around their wrists, and even after they turned into skeletons, they were still wrapped around them. These things don't fall off so easily!
If it weren't for the bookmaker secretly setting up the scheme, even if this person were dead, he could still have guessed the outcome correctly!

The female underworld official smiled but didn't speak. "Everything in the game is accidental. We can't predict it either. Isn't gambling about luck?"

"You mean I was unlucky? If I were unlucky, I wouldn't be number one on the national leaderboard."

Qin Yang sneered and sat back down in his seat.

Boom boom boom!
The drumming continued, with the F drumbeats becoming increasingly intense. Xiao Junze and the others sat around the drum.

The bouquet had already been passed through his hands once, but the drumming showed no sign of stopping.

Xiao Junze kept glancing at his phone, waiting for Song Mang to send him a message so he could see how to pass this game.

Once they entered the place, this inexplicable game of musical chairs began, but the broadcast didn't explain how to leave alive.

Although the person who receives the bouquet will die immediately, it doesn't mean that the rest of the people will live indefinitely.

A ding-dong sound.

Song Mang sent him a message.

Let him steal the bouquet!
Xiao Junze glanced at the several skeletons that had turned to white bones not far away and nervously swallowed.

He had no idea how those people died; he only knew that touching the bouquet or leaving their spot would result in death!
Although he still had a Yama Ghost Card and several Ghost Immortal Ghost Cards in his hand, the unknown manner of death still made him feel nervous.

In particular, among those who died before, there was a person with a six-pointed star, who also had a ghost spirit tablet to protect his life.

But even with the Ghostly Immortal Card, he couldn't survive the moment the bouquet reached him!
In other words, the thing that kills the player is something that even ghosts and immortals can't stop; perhaps only the Yama's Ghost Token can block it?
Xiao Junze was also unsure.

However, he trusted Song Mang completely, after all, he was able to live until now thanks to Song Mang.

Boom-!
Boom-!
Boom-!
The drumbeats grew louder, but the rhythm slowed down, which meant it was about to stop.

Xiao Junze gritted his teeth, stood up, rushed towards a player not far away, and snatched the bouquet from his hand.

The moment he received the bouquet, Xiao Junze immediately used the Yama Ghost Card.

A golden protective light shone from his body.

But soon after, the bouquet in his hand emitted a strange blood-red light, which transformed into strands of silk that wrapped around the golden protective shield around him.

"This is……"

Qin Yang, who was watching the surveillance footage, was surprised.

"This power is actually devouring the power of the Yama Ghost Token. It seems that this level is harboring something that even Yama might not be able to deal with."

This is only the second floor of the Nightmare Clock Tower, and it already has something this powerful. Wouldn't it be even harder to survive on the remaining floors? No wonder no one has made it out alive.

“This isn’t something from the second level,” Xi Jinzhi said coldly.

Then, he looked in the direction of the female underworld official, "Why is the ancient ferocious beast Aohun here?"
I remember that Aohun was sealed at the very bottom of the real eighteen levels of hell and was not allowed to be released from the Netherworld.

If this ferocious beast were to leave the Netherworld and appear in the mortal realm, the entire population of an entire city would instantly become its prey! Who released it?!

As he spoke, a hint of anger appeared in Xi Jinzhi's usually calm eyes.

"This this……"

The female underworld official stammered, saying fearfully, "I don't know, I had no idea this was so dangerous."

Xi Jinzhi's eyes darkened as he looked back at the surveillance footage. He saw that the golden light on Xiao Junze's body was fading, and the protective shield created by the Ghost Card was about to collapse.

Xiao Junze also saw it; the power within the bouquet was devouring the power of Yama within the Joker.

As the golden light around him faded, his pupils constricted, and he was completely at a loss.

The cold, impersonal announcement came over the loudspeaker again.

"Player, please do not break the rules of the game, or you will be punished!"

"Do not--!"

Xiao Junze panicked instantly and instinctively tried to throw away the strange bouquet in his hand.

But it was too late. The thin gray thread from the bouquet had already wrapped around his wrist, and he could feel his life force being plundered by a strange force.

"It seems the bookmaker is going to bet on your one trillion ghost money."

Qin Yang said to Song Mang with amusement.

"The ancient ferocious beast, the Aohun, is capable of destroying a city. The person who could release such a beast from the Netherworld is probably no ordinary person either."

This ten-star dungeon is actually more interesting than I expected. It's just a pity about Xiao Junze; he's going to die here trying to help you grab a bouquet of flowers.

Song Mang said coldly, "Losing a trillion is nothing to me, but you've lost your personal freedom. That's harder to accept, isn't it?"

"Who says I'm definitely going to lose my personal freedom?"

Qin Yang leaned back in her chair, seemingly unconcerned about having to sell herself if she lost.

However, Song Mang was not in a hurry.

In the surveillance footage, the moment the golden light on Xiao Junze's body dissipated, a powerful red light enveloped him, lifting him and suspending him in the air.

This force also helped to expel the gray threads from Xiao Junze's body, causing the bouquet to fall from his hand.

A large, pale hand with distinct knuckles caught the bouquet falling from the sky.

"General Bai?!"

Xiao Junze's eyes lit up with excitement when he saw the young man in black suddenly appear beside him. "Why are you here? Did Junior Sister send you? I knew she wouldn't let me die!"

"Ah."

Bai Qi gave a curt reply, glanced at the other players below, and then waved his hand.

The token at his waist flashed with light, and a heavy, oppressive aura of bloodlust spread throughout the entire area.

A red mist enveloped the heads of all the players.

Within the crimson mist, thousands of powerful ghost immortal private soldiers appeared and disappeared.

Bai Qi glanced at the number Song Mang had given him and slowly said, "The drumming of drum number F has stopped, which means this round of musical chairs is over. Let's continue the game."

(End of this chapter)