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

Chapter 263: The second generation of top cultivators suddenly appeared in the live broadcast room!

However, it had been a long time since Song Mang threw the paper grenade in, but there was no sound of explosion from inside.

"Why didn't it explode?"

Song Mang stared at the crack in the door, but it was still dark and he couldn't see anything.

Xi Jinzhi saw it, "The explosion was neutralized, so there was no movement. Your grenade is not powerful enough, so don't waste it."

"It can even neutralize the explosion of a paper grenade. It seems that the original body of that thing is not ordinary strong."

“It’s not necessarily what it resolves.”

Xi Jinzhi said, "The player with Hai Gaoyuan was able to evade everyone's detection from the beginning. He must have a ghost card or ghost weapon of the Ghost King level."

"Another ghost king level?"

Song Mang couldn't help but gasp, "Why do I feel like Ghost King-level things are becoming more and more common?"

She remembered that in her previous life, she had not met many people who had Ghost King-level ghost cards and ghost weapons, and she herself had never obtained the Ghost King's ghost card until her death.

"There weren't that many ghost kings at the beginning, but now ghosts can increase their strength by devouring their own kind, and they can also increase their strength by eating humans. Their strength increases faster, so there are more and more ghost kings like them."

However, even though the number is slightly higher than before the apocalypse, it is still a relatively rare existence.

Those people who possessed the Ghost King's Ghost Card that Song Mang met were almost all the chosen ones of a certain area, and were not ordinary people.

In her previous life, she had never met these people, nor did she have the strength to fight against them, so she felt that there were very few ghost cards and ghost energy at the Ghost King level.

Song Mang thought about it for a moment and put away the remaining paper grenades in his hand.

Not long after she put it away, Aunt Bai appeared quietly at the corner of the stairs.

"Guest, your takeaway has arrived."

Aunt Bai said to Song Mang, "After you finish eating the takeaway, go back to your room and rest. Don't go to the third floor, or you will regret it!"

Aunt Bai saw Song Mang standing there and thought she was going to the third floor, so she hurried over and closed the iron door.

Song Mang raised his eyebrows and said, "Two more players have run inside. Aren't you going to let them out?"

"Someone ran in?"

Aunt Bai seemed to be unaware of this, and looked surprised for a moment, then said coldly, "Since they are determined to die, then it is not my fault, I will never open this door again.

After 12 o'clock at night, many things in the castle will change. I don't know what I will do, let alone the thing on the third floor. The door here must be locked."

After saying this, Aunt Bai went downstairs.

Song Mang stood there, thinking about what she had said, and some doubts flashed through his mind.

What happens after 12 o'clock at night?
Song Mang couldn't help but glance out the window of the corridor, and saw that the blood moon outside was getting brighter and brighter, and the night outside seemed to be shrouded in a layer of blood mist.

"Blood moon, invitation letter, ancient castle..."

Song Mang murmured unconsciously, "What exactly does the statue in this instance want to do? Why did more than 100,000 players enter this place, but none of them survived?"

Judging from what she has experienced now, although the weirdness here is much stronger than in other copies, it is not so strong as to be outrageous.

Not only can she deal with it, some practitioners of the Chinese Xuanmen also have many ways to deal with it.

For example, these two people from the Haicheng Sword Sect can come and go freely on the third floor? They can also use special powder to control monsters to attack a certain person.

Or is this just the appetizer, and the real action is in the heart of the castle?

Thinking of this, Song Mang's stomach rumbled. She was a little hungry, so she went downstairs to eat takeout.

When Song Mang returned to the restaurant, he saw that the restaurant's furnishings had been restored to their original state. The other players were standing in the corner with some uneasiness. The long table in the restaurant was filled with exquisite lunch boxes, which contained the Michelin Western food that had just been delivered.

When Song Mang sat down to eat, he opened the live broadcast room and took a picture of the nearby scene for the audience.

"I entered another copy."

Song Mang took a bite of steak and said to the camera, "Is there anyone like me who is in the castle dungeon? The name of this dungeon is Blood Moon Invitation."

[How come you're entering the dungeon so soon? It's been less than a day since you destroyed the last dungeon! ]

[Too cool! Sister Song is so strong, and she is so diligent in entering the dungeon. I really admire her! ]

[I am also in this castle. The rules of this dungeon are so speechless. Not a single one of them is correct. I have been searching for a long time but still cannot find the invader! ]

Among all the comments, Song Mang saw a familiar account called "Xia Ren Bu Bian Yan".

This guy is not only in the top ten of the national standings, but also the heir of the Xuanyuan family, the most powerful sword-wielding family in China.

Song Mang @ed "Xia Ren Bu Blink" and said, "Xia Ren, have you received an invitation?"

[I got it.]

Shrimp replied without blinking, [There is also a photo of my dad on it. Although I know that my dad is unlikely to get into trouble in this instance, I am still a little worried because I still haven't found my dad yet.]

Song Mang: "What's your father's name? If I meet him, I'll keep an eye out for you."

Shrimp didn't blink: [His last name is Xuanyuan, just like mine, so you can just call him Old Man Xuanyuan.

In addition, he has long hair like ancient people, and likes to tie it up, with a tuft of golden hair on it. 】

As soon as this comment was posted without blinking an eye, Song Mang's live broadcast room exploded instantly, with countless comments rushing out.

[What the hell? !!! Your father is Xuanyuan Sword Saint? ! A top-level second-generation cultivator suddenly appeared in Sister Song’s live broadcast room! ]

[This is not just an ordinary second-generation cultivator, this is the Xuanyuan Sword Saint! The number one master of the Chinese Xuan Sect! ]

[You are not the best master now, right? I heard that in a coastal city, there is a Jindan Zhenren who has passed the heavenly tribulation and advanced to the Yuanying stage! That person is the current number one! ]

[Xuanyuan Sword Saint is about to be promoted. The combat power of other cultivators cannot be compared with that of sword cultivators, not to mention that this is a Sword Saint! ]

The audience in the live broadcast room was crazily discussing the shrimp-like dad who doesn't blink an eye. He is considered to be a top star in the Xuanmen sect.

Shrimp didn't blink: [Host, host, have you found the intruder over there? We have been fooled by this bullshit rule several times, it makes me so angry! If I find out which intruder changed the rules, I will not forgive him! ]

Song Mang saw the comment of Xia Ren without blinking an eye among a bunch of comments.

She responded, "There are no intruders in this copy, and the rules have not been modified."

[Why are we being hunted down even though we followed the rules? Several of our friends have died!]

Song Mang: "Because the rules you got were fake from the beginning! If you compare the roughness of the paper of the rules and the invitation letter, you can clearly see that they are not the same kind of paper.

In addition, when entering the dungeon, the voice also reminded me. Please abide by the real rules, and please be careful not to eat humans. Humans are not edible. "

Xia Ren heard her reply without blinking, was stunned for a long while, and then continued typing to ask.

[So what are the real rules? We received this piece of paper rule when we came in. ]

Song Mang was about to answer, but the European leather chair she was sitting on suddenly moved!
Tear, tear.

A deep crack appeared on the cushion of the leather chair, and a strong ghostly aura surged out of it, forming a ghost hand that suddenly grabbed the back of Song Mang's collar.

A strange black spell appeared on the back of the chair, and then the ghost hand pulled hard and pulled Song Mang directly into the chair!