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

Chapter 468 I'll send you some paper nuclear bombs, go ahead and blow up the underworld.

Beneath the blood moon lay a vast, desolate hillside, upon which stood only a small wooden cabin.

That's all.

Standing at the foot of the hillside, Song Mang looked at the small wooden house and felt it resembled the safe house from the previous instance.

"This is the 17th floor of the Nightmare Clock Tower. Given Lian Yuexian's penchant for hiding in safe houses, if this house were truly a safe house, why would she let me get here so easily?"

Song Mang looked around the safe house, a thoughtful look in his eyes, wondering what Lian Yuexian was up to.

"Jinzhi, do you think this is a safe house?"

Song Mang planned to ask him.

But when she turned around to look behind her, she found that there was no one there.

There were no humans or strange beings around her, nothing at all, as if she were the only person in the world.

"Why is it missing?"

Song Mang felt a strange sense of loss, especially in this empty and quiet environment, which inexplicably made her feel a bit lonely.

She couldn't help but look down at her hands, remembering what Xi Jinzhi had said in the formation.

Did he disappear because I didn't hold his hand tightly?
Song Mang sighed and had no choice but to walk alone towards the small house on the hillside.

There's nothing else here, so we'll have to go inside this strange little house first.

The hillside looked very steep, but it was easy to climb, and Song Mang reached the top of the hill in no time.

She stood at the door of the wooden house, and the tightly closed door opened automatically, as if welcoming her arrival.

Song Mang raised an eyebrow and walked in, where he saw a familiar shrine placed on the table.

"Lian Yuexian?"

Song Mang said in surprise, "It seems you sent me to the seventeenth floor. Why didn't you hide the safe house this time, but instead invited me here?"

Lian Yuexian said disdainfully, "What do I have to fear from a mere mortal like you? Of course, I can let you come whenever I want."

Song Mang chuckled, "Wasn't your last eight-star dungeon ruined by me? Aren't you afraid that this dungeon, which you finally managed to upgrade to ten stars, will also be ruined?"

Lian Yuexian paused.

Song Mang could sense that the gaze directed at her from the shrine had become sharp, hostile, and even murderous.

After a while.

Lian Yuexian coldly said, "You were lucky enough to win once, and now you really think you can contend with the gods?"

You were able to destroy my statue back then only because of the help of the Netherworld Prince.

Without him, you're nothing.

"Don't even mention destroying the instance; if it weren't for my great mercy, you would never have had the chance to reach the seventeenth floor in your entire life."

Song Mang still had a smile on his lips, "So it seems you're the one who got rid of him? Isn't it my skill to get him to cooperate in destroying the dungeon?"
Why is it that only I can destroy a dungeon with him, while others can't get him to do it with them?

"I don't have that much power to control the affairs of the Netherworld. Someone else was the one who made him leave."

Lian Yuexian's tone was somewhat impatient.

"I'm not going to waste my breath on you. I've called you here today because I want to make a deal with you."

"What deal?"

"You still have quite a bit of ghost money in your Heaven and Earth Bank, right? Exchange all that ghost money for me, and I can immediately let you leave the Nightmare Clock Tower."

Seeing that Song Mang remained silent, Lian Yuexian continued, "If I don't go easy on you, you'll never be able to leave this place in your entire life. You'll only die here as one of my servants." Song Mang still didn't speak.

Lian Yuexian looked at Song Mang with a smug look in her eyes, as if she had everything under control.

"The Qian Yuan Cauldron is still in your hands, but your cultivation level is too low. Without the help of the Netherworld Young Lord, you cannot refine me even if you put me into the Qian Yuan Cauldron."

You can't solve this problem, and you have no way to solve it. You can only obediently follow my instructions, or else you'll die!

The human friends you brought in are already struggling on the fourth floor; if I throw you back, you won't fare much better.

Song Mang said helplessly, "Don't you know about the underworld casino? When Qin Shi Huang appeared, I gave him one trillion underworld coins so as not to offend him!"

"I've already given away a trillion yuan in ghost money. How much is left in my account? Absolutely nothing. I can't even pay my own employees' salaries!"

"Even a starved camel is bigger than a horse. You can't be completely penniless. Give me whatever you have!"

Song Mang thought for a moment and said, "Then I'll give you the last hundred million. You can take me and my friend out."

"Only one hundred million?!"

Lian Yuexian's voice instantly rose in pitch.

"You gave Qin Shi Huang a trillion, and you only give me a hundred million? Are you trying to fob me off like a beggar? Even if you don't have a trillion, you should at least give me ten billion!"

Lian Yuexian held a grudge against Song Mang for not receiving his 10 billion ghost money last time.

Song Mang shrugged and said, "You're too late. I don't have that many ghost money left. I only have a hundred million at most. You might as well just kill me."

"You really think I wouldn't dare kill you?!"

A dense divine power poured down on Song Mang, its terrifying pressure causing hearts to tremble; any mortal here would have been instantly killed.

But Song Mang acted as if nothing had happened.

She glanced down at the First Emperor's sword in her hand and saw that the sword emitted a golden light, helping her block Lian Yuexian's divine power.

"It's not that you're afraid to kill, it's that you can't."

Song Mang gripped his sword tightly, looked up at the statue on the table, and a meaningful smile appeared on his lips.

"I really don't have that much ghost money. Even if you kill me, I still can't get that much. How about this, you ask Qin Shi Huang for 10 billion!"

I just gave him one trillion ghost money. What if he's generous and gives you ten billion to spend?

Lian Yuexian sneered, "Once the ghost money is in his hands, how could he possibly spit it out? I'm giving you one last chance. No matter what method you use, you have to get 10 billion over."

If you can't get 10 billion ghost money, not only will you die here as a vengeful ghost servant, but all the friends you brought in will also die here.

"You're talking like you'd stop killing me if I gave you money. Do you really think I don't understand the morals of you gods?"

Song Mang rolled his eyes and then snapped the sword out of his hand.

She could feel the aura emanating from her sword, which was helping her resist Lian Yuexian's power.

Song Mang blinked and said to his sword, "Father Emperor Qin Shi Huang, can you hear me? Can you come and help me destroy this instance?"

If this instance is gone, I can use this land in Haicheng to build a paper-craft factory. How about I give you a hundred paper-crafted nuclear bombs and ten paper-crafted warships then?

Song Mang pondered for a moment and then said, "A hundred paper nuclear bombs should be enough to turn the Netherworld into ruins, right?"

Lian Yuexian: ?

Qin Shi Huang: ?

(End of this chapter)