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

Chapter 168 Mr. Xi brought his evil spirits to destroy the copy!
When everyone heard the cute voice of the Pixiu, the corners of their mouths twitched, and they thought that this thing looked cute, but it was quite hermaphroditic.

Then, the others saw a meaningful smile on Song Mang's face, and they looked at Pi Xiu with sympathy and pity.

This is a lottery with a prize of 50,000 yuan each time. Who here can afford to draw? Only Song Mang dares to draw casually!

So there is no next guest!
Pixiu might think that someone drawing two hundred times at a time is already a lot, but this is just Song Mang testing the waters!
Who is Song Mang?

She is a ruthless person who can drain the entire identity card pool in one go! She spent 10 million yuan on this trial. When she starts the official draw, it will be even more terrifying!
"Is there no next guest?"

Pixiu asked again.

Seeing that no one answered, it stuck out its tongue and muttered, "I'm so tired! I need to rest! If no one draws the lottery, I'll leave!"

Still no one cares about it.

Song Mang turned his head and glanced at Sister Hong. "How many items did you get in the last 200 draws?"

Sister Hong had already helped Song Mang count the items.

She then replied, "Boss, you have won a total of 134 bottles of insect repellent spray, 37 pairs of perspective glasses, and 29 smoke bombs."

Song Mang nodded and said, "Is there no guarantee for this thing? If there is no guarantee, I doubt there will be a top gold prize."

Sister Hong frowned and said, "I am not responsible for this prize pool, and I am not very clear about the probability and the guaranteed number of times to win the gold prize.

Before you came in, only three people started this session. One of them won mosquito repellent spray, one won X-ray glasses, and another won protective clothing.

And they only drew once, saying they didn’t have enough money to draw a second time, so I can’t give you an answer by observing the probability of previous players.”

Xiao Junze said solemnly, "If there is no guarantee, it will be easy to manipulate behind the scenes.

Junior sister, you are already being targeted by the statue. What if he sees you coming to draw the lottery and deliberately doesn’t give you the top gold prize?
After these two hundred draws, I feel that there is something wrong. No matter how unlucky a person is, it is impossible for him to draw two hundred times and not win a prize once! "

Song Mang walked to the computer desk, patted the computer and said, "Little Pixiu, you are in charge of this lottery, right? First tell me the probability of winning each prize. In addition, how many times is the guaranteed number of times to win the top gold prize?"

"Hu-ha-hu-ha-"

The snoring sound of Pixiu came from the computer.

Song Mang glanced at the computer screen and saw that the Pixiu inside had closed its eyes and was sleeping, with bubbles coming out of its nostrils.

Song Mang burst the bubble, "The customer is asking you a question, how can you sleep on the job like this!"

The Pixiu opened his mouth wide, "Excuse me, do you want to draw a lottery? If you don't want to draw a lottery, please don't disturb me!"

Song Mang said again, "I'm asking about the probability of winning the lottery and the guarantee. If you don't answer me, how can I continue to draw?"

Pixiu: "Baby doesn't know!"

Song Mang asked, "How old are you?"

Pixiu: "The baby is already three..." thousand years old.

But before Pixiu could finish his words, a call came in from the landline on Song Mang's side.

"Wow, is this a jinx? I have a hotel here that employs a three-year-old child worker. The child is so tired that he is about to fall asleep, but they insist on forcing him to continue working! It's so cruel! How can there be such a beastly boss in the world!"

"...?"

When everyone at the scene was confused, a flattering voice came from the other end of Song Mang's phone, "We are at the door and will be able to enter the hotel soon. Please wait!"

Not long after, the sound of chains swinging was heard from the elevator on the third floor.

When everyone turned their heads to look, they saw a thick yin energy spreading over, with a mysterious purple-gold light flashing within the yin energy.

The elevator door never opened, but many ghosts wearing uniform black robes walked out of the elevator.

More than fifty ghost messengers came and stood in two rows respectfully on the road outside the elevator.

Finally, the majestic Ox-Headed and Horse-Faced Demons came out of the elevator, which surprised everyone. Xiao Junze looked at Song Mang in disbelief.

"Junior sister, you really have connections in the underworld? How come you just made a random phone call and directly called over the Bull Head and Horse Face! These two are the Yin Marshals who work under the King of Hell!"

"I'm not."

Song Mang was also a little confused.

Humans can call the ghost in the copy.

One is to report illegal operations in the copy, such as not setting up a safe house in the copy, and the other is to report intruders, and the Yinchai will also help deal with the intruders.

However, the underworld's messengers will not help deal with invaders casually, and usually charge a fee.

In addition, if there is no problem with the copy, humans will be killed if they make random phone calls. Therefore, many people know that they can make phone calls, but dare not do so.

Song Mang thought that Pi Xiu refused to tell her the probability and guarantee, so she called Yinchai to come and ask him hello.

The statue created these copies and signed an agreement with the underworld, so some things must comply with the rules of the underworld.

For example, this kind of lottery game that allows you to obtain a large amount of ghost money needs to comply with the regulations of the underworld and set probabilities and guarantees. Otherwise, the statue will be regarded as violating the agreement and deliberately making money, and the underworld has the right to destroy the copy.

Just as he thought of this, Song Mang saw the Ox-Head and Horse-Faced Demons standing respectfully at the elevator door.

The elevator door slowly opened, and the Ox-Headed and Horse-Faced Demons and the underworld officials all bowed in the direction of the elevator.

"Mr. Xi?"

Xiao Junze suddenly realized.

"No wonder the Ox-Headed and Horse-Faced Guards are here, it turns out it's because of Mr. Xi!"

Xiao Junze's eyes lit up with joy, "Great! Mr. Xi has brought his ghost messenger to support us!
If there is no probability and guarantee, Netherworld can send troops to destroy this instance!"

Xi Jinzhi was still wearing the same pure white robe, which made him look extremely noble. The bright and clear sky made the dim environment nearby seem brighter.

He walked towards Song Mang, and said with no expression on his handsome and indifferent face, "I'll ask it."

Song Mang stepped aside and asked curiously, "I didn't see you just now, where did you go?"

She remembered that Xi Jinzhi came in with them, but after coming in, she didn't see this guy.

"I went to look somewhere else."

Xi Jinzhi answered nonchalantly.

Song Mang was surprised, "Do you mean somewhere else in the copy, or outside the copy?"

He replied, "It's all right."

Song Mang thought that this guy was really awesome, he could actually enter and exit this copy at will.

She thought for a moment and said, "Did you figure out anything? Did you find a safe house?"

"No."

Hearing this answer, Song Mang grinned, "I have found it, I know where it is."

Xi Jinzhi paused.

The tall and straight man stood next to the computer desk, his bony hands resting on the desk and tapping the desktop with his fingertips.

After a while.

He turned to look at Song Mang, chuckled and said, "Now I know too."

(End of this chapter)