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

Chapter 153 The new supplies are one hundred Ghost King cards!

Everyone looked in the direction where the sound came from, and saw a tall and strong figure coming through the wall with a lot of milk tea bags in his hands.

Everyone was shocked.

Sister Hong was surprised for a moment, and looked at him in disbelief, "Who are you? How could you come in?"

Sister Hong could tell at a glance that he was not the weird one in the copy!
But an extremely dangerous invader!
But the Sword Saint had no intention of paying attention to Sister Hong. Instead, he walked up to Song Mang and said, "Boss, the milk tea you ordered is here, and the food is in my storage space."

The Sword Master also looked around and asked, "There are a lot of things. Where should I put them?"

Song Mang pointed to the rest area and said, "There is a coffee table over there. Put the milk tea on it first. As for the food, we need to get some tables to put it on. It would be better to get some chairs. We can't let people squat on the floor to eat, right?"

"Okay, I'll put the milk tea over first, and then go arrange the tables and chairs."

When Jian Sheng was about to go over to put the milk tea, he saw Song Mang was about to follow him, so he quickly said, "Boss, don't follow me, I can help you, you just wait there for dinner."

"Ok."

Only then did Song Mang stop.

But before the Sword Master could get near the coffee table, he was stopped by Sister Hong and the waiter.

Sister Hong said solemnly, "You haven't answered my question yet. Who are you? Why are you allowed in here? Outsiders are not welcome here."

The Sword Master looked at her impatiently and said, "Go away."

He only said this one word and did nothing else. The powerful pressure surging from his body directly blew Sister Hong and the waiters away.

boom--!
A wall connected to the hotel office not far away was directly collapsed by these flying monsters. The rubble fell from the mouth and then turned into powder.

When Sister Hong got up from the ground, her eyes were full of fear when she looked at the Sword Saint, and she didn't even dare to speak.

"Sister Hong, he..."

A waiter came up to her.

Sister Hong raised her hand and said, "Don't worry about him, just pretend he doesn't exist. I'm already a Rakshasa, but I can't even sense what level he is.

His true strength is absolutely terrifying. If we anger him, we will all be annihilated in an instant!"

"Yes!"

The waiters responded in a weird voice, and followed Sister Hong to hide aside to repair the wall. They didn't dare to show their presence in front of the Sword Master, for fear that he would notice them.

The Sword Master put all the milk tea on the coffee table, and he found that there was only a dining table not far away.

The Sword Master pointed at Sister Hong and said, "Go and move a few good dining tables and line them up on the open space over here.

Also prepare some comfortable chairs, enough for at least a hundred people to sit down."

Sister Hong: "..."

What does this guy take them for?
As his servant?
Sister Hong hadn't said anything, and her face looked a little ugly. The Sword Master said impatiently, "Why aren't you going yet? Is it so hard for me to ask you to move some tables and chairs?"

"No."

Sister Hong gave a forced smile and said, "There are a lot of tables and chairs in the restaurant on the third floor. We'll move them right away."

Sister Hong felt the terrifying sword intent from the Sword Saint and hurriedly took the waiter upstairs to move things.

Seeing Sister Hong running away like that, the other players were a little bit unbelieving and looked at the Sword Master curiously.

Zhao Yuang's face was as black as the bottom of a pot.

He didn't expect the takeaway to be delivered!

This weird delivery guy is much stronger than Sister Hong. Even Sister Hong doesn't dare to offend him!

A mantis looked at the Sword Master curiously, walked up to Zhao Yuang and asked, "Mr. Zhao, who is he? Why does Sister Hong always obey him?" While speaking, Song Mang distributed milk tea to his companions from the Ghost Suppression Bureau, and each of them drank a cup.

Zhao Yuang looked at them drinking milk tea with a grim expression and did not answer the mantis's question.

He was in no mood to answer right now.

Not long after, Sister Hong brought the waiters to mysteriously move a lot of tables and chairs down.

They also neatly arranged the dining tables and chairs in the hotel lobby to make it convenient for people to dine.

After they put the dining table and chairs in place, the Sword Master took out the incubators from the storage space and placed them on the dining tables.

Because Song Mang ordered so many things, several strange delivery men delivered them, but they were all stopped by a mysterious and powerful force and could not enter the copy.

The Sword Master collected all the incubators in their hands, put them in the storage space and brought them in.

His level of weirdness has existed for thousands of years, and he still has a lot of powerful ghost weapons in his hands. Storage space is the most basic ghost weapon.

The Sword Master took out all the food from the thermal box, and then the aroma of hot and sour noodles, fried crispy pork, stinky tofu, Maoxuewang, baked buns, and chicken wings wrapped in rice wafted wildly throughout the hotel.

Although there was a glass door between them, the cicadas outside could still faintly smell those things.

Everyone involuntarily moved closer to the glass door, and some people even leaned against the door, staring eagerly at the sumptuous snacks on the table.

"Oh my god, those hot and sour noodles and stinky tofu look delicious. I used to eat them every week, but now I don't even know where to buy them!"

“It’s sold on the weird APP, but it costs thousands of ghost coins to order one, it’s like robbing money!”

Before the Sword Master could take out all the food, someone outside started banging on the glass and shouting frantically.

"Sister Hong, Sister Hong! I want to vote, I want to vote for Song Mang! No one can stop me from voting for Song Mang! I must eat hot and sour noodles today!"

"Fuck, I want to vote for Song Mang too. I want to eat baked buns! I'll go crazy if I can't eat baked buns! I've been eating instant noodles every day since the end of the world!"

"You can still have instant noodles, but I'm still digging through trash cans to find food. Who can be more miserable than me? No one can stop me from having this meal today!"

The cicadas outside are becoming more and more excited.

Sister Hong first sent a weird waiter over, opened the glass door, and began to count the votes of the cicadas.

Zhao Yuang hurried over and wanted to make a long speech to stop them from voting.

In the end, no one paid any attention to him. The cicadas rushed in like refugees, knocked Zhao Yuang away, sat down at the dining table and started to eat voraciously.

Zhao Yuang said unwillingly, "You can't just eat this meal and forget about the next one. Whoever can hold on to the end will be the real winner. We still have to find a way to get it..."

"What is he saying?"

"I don't know, it smells so good! Slurp slurp—"

"He seems to be still canvassing for votes."

"I don't understand, aba aba aba."

Zhao Yuang: ????
No, can these people have some integrity and aspirations? How can they be sold out for just one meal?

Zhao Yuang is almost becoming autistic!
Song Mang sat on the sofa and ate her meal. The Sword Master left a separate portion of food for her on the coffee table.

She glanced at the Sword Master and said, "You said you brought new supplies. What supplies?"

The Sword Master slapped a thick stack of joker cards on the table. All the joker cards were purple!

Song Mang looked at him in shock. "Oh my god, so many? Are they all Ghost King-level Ghost Cards?"

The Sword Master confidently put his hands on his hips and said, "Raise my year-end bonus!"

(End of this chapter)