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

Chapter 227 What's the difference between this and shitting on someone's head? !

When that voice cursed, these weird creatures lay on the ground without moving, but their eyes were full of unwillingness.

These strange creatures pressed to the ground are all extremely resentful ghosts that have been trapped in the reincarnation mirror for a long time.

The Samsara Mirror can erase their memories, thereby erasing their resentment and hostility. But they have been trapped for so long and still cannot reincarnate, which means that their resentment and hostility are so heavy that the Samsara Mirror cannot easily erase them.

In other words, the remaining ones are all troublemakers.

He's still a troublemaker in prison.

When the pressure came again, Song Mang didn't feel good either, but because she had a ghost card of the level of the King of Hell on her, she didn't fall to the ground so easily.

The creature that served as her chair had fallen down, so she simply stood up.

Song Mang said dissatisfiedly, "Why are you so fierce? You even scared my chair!"

The voice became colder and more majestic. "You think you are worthy of sitting on the chair? Stand up!"

"Ok."

Song Mang just stood there.

But she didn't stand on the ground. Instead, she climbed onto the altar and stood there with her hands on her hips.

"Okay, go ahead and talk. I'm listening."

"...?"

The weird people not far away looked up and saw her behavior, and their eyes widened.

That’s the altar!
Altar!

You need to offer tribute!
What does this amount to?
This is like going to a regional boss's house for dinner, not only overturning his dining table, but also stepping on it! How is this different from stepping on his head?
The chair was weird, and he couldn't help but pull Song Mang's trouser leg and whispered to her, "Boss, come down quickly, that thing is very powerful! You should return the table to him!"

"Yes, yes!"

The other one said strangely, "Boss, at worst I can be your table, just don't stand on that thing!"

He was also considered a tricky guy in the Samsara Mirror. He dared to take away the things on it and move the altar, but he didn't dare to stand on it in front of its owner!

Song Mang said, "So what?"

"court death!"

The pressure from the sculpture instantly locked onto Song Mang, intending to knock her off the altar.

But a purple-gold light suddenly appeared on Song Mang's body, helping her block the pressure.

Song Mang took out the Hades-level ghost card, looked at the sculpture with interest and said, "At least I have a Hades-level ghost card, so I say I am more suitable to be the Hades. You don't even have a Hades-level ghost card, right? Without you, what kind of Hades can you be?"

"A ghost card of the level of the King of Hell?"

The voice was full of disdain, "Even the King of Hell has to kneel before me! Do you think I care? As for such a weak ant, I can crush it to death with just one finger!"

"Then why didn't you crush me?"

"..."

The sculpture was silent for a long time.

Seeing that he had been silent, a glimmer of understanding flashed in Song Mang's eyes, and she guessed his identity.

Or rather, it is not him, but Him!
This sculpture looks like one of the Ten Kings of Hell, but the thing inside is not the King of Hell at all!
He changed the subject and said, “Since you do not admit your sin, someone else will be punished in your place.”

The sculpture's gaze fell on those strange beings, "Go and bring them up."

Song Mang felt the pressure on him gradually dissipated, but a heavy black fog appeared nearby.

All the weirdness just now disappeared.

Or maybe, it hasn't disappeared, but is just hidden in the black fog and can no longer be felt.

Song Mang looked at the tall sculpture in front of him and said nonchalantly, "Actually... this temple is the safe house of this copy, right?"

There was silence at the scene, and no voice answered her, but Song Mang could feel someone looking at her.

She continued, "That means that in this place, Weirdos can't hurt me at will? But... where is the landline number that can be used to report to Youming?

I also want to make a report that someone is pretending to be the King of Hell. The Netherworld should send someone to take care of it, right?"

At this time, a dull voice came from the sculpture, "You think too much, this is not a safe house, but a place of judgment of the underworld.

You are not in any dungeon at all, but have been taken directly to the netherworld by the Samsara Mirror!" "Really?"

Song Mang leaped up, stepped on the bone staff and flew up, then jumped directly onto the head of the sculpture.

All of a sudden.

There were gasps in the temple.

Damn it? ! !

Is she standing on the head of the statue?

This is a sculpture that can absorb incense! What's the difference between standing on the sculpture's head and pooping on a person's head? !

"you--!"

The voice in the sculpture also lost its composure, with some hidden anger, "Okay, okay, you'll have a chance to cry later!"

As the words fell, a light suddenly lit up in an area in front of the sculpture.

The black fog in that area gradually dissipated, and three identical figures appeared.

"Little junior sister!"

The three figures called her at the same time, and they all looked like Xiao Junze.

Song Mang raised his eyebrows.

She looked at the sculpture and said, "What does this mean?"

The voice laughed maliciously, "Your sin is unforgivable. Since you refuse to admit your mistake, someone else will have to take the punishment for you.

One of these three people will be punished, but you have to choose who will be punished."

Song Mang understood what he meant.

There is only one Xiao Junze, but there are three exactly the same ones here, which means two of them are fake.

If she chose the fake one, then the real Xiao Junze would be safe. If she chose the real one, then Xiao Junze would probably be in danger!

But the voice said, "If you choose the real one, your friend will be punished for you. If you choose the fake one, you will be punished alone!"

"Oh? What's the punishment then?"

Song Mang asked.

But the sculpture didn't answer, "You can only ask those three people one question, and then you have to make a choice."

"It's not simple yet."

Song Mang walked straight towards the three people.

Seeing that she looked indifferent and didn't take it to heart, the sculpture sneered in his heart.

The other two fake ones were strangely changing, and he also used his divine power to help them change. Even if this woman had a ghost card of the level of the King of Hell, she wouldn't be able to see through it!
The most important thing is that these two weirdos also read the real Xiao Junze’s memory through the reincarnation mirror.

Even if the questions Song Mang asked were ones that both of them knew, these two weirdos could answer them!

Thinking of this, He felt a little confused again.

In fact, what He wanted to read most was Song Mang's memory. He wanted to know why she had so many powerful hidden cards.

But He discovered.

There is no way to read all her memories!

Even if He had someone create an illusion unique to Song Mang in order to trap her, He could only read a small part of her memory.

In addition, the Samsara Mirror seemed unable to lock her in. When she broke through the illusion, the Samsara Mirror released her on its own initiative!

This left the statue completely puzzled!
However, although she escaped one disaster, she could not escape another, as this part had to be done according to the rules!

Either she dies or her friend dies!
As for Song Mang, she walked over and stared at the three people for a long time.

She really didn't notice any difference.

While she was looking at him, the three men were also looking at him, and all three of them seemed to be hesitant to speak.

But it seemed like none of them could speak. Every time they opened their mouths they closed them immediately.

Song Mang took out a stack of 50,000 ghost money and said, "Here are 50,000, which are prepared for my friend as living expenses for this week. Who among you is my friend?"