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

Chapter 278 Sister, how about I arrange a male model performance for you?
The two jailers were stunned for a while when they saw Song Mang ignore the prison ghost formation and just walked out.

"Why did you come out!"

One of the jailers shouted, "Do you know what this place is? This is the prison cell of the Colosseum! If you just escape from here, you will be chopped into pieces immediately!
If you don't want to die such a miserable death, you'd better cooperate with me and put on these chains!
When you go to the auction later, if you are lucky, someone will buy you whole, and you still have a chance to survive!"

"What auction?"

Song Mang asked doubtfully.

She has a ghost card of the level of the King of Hell on her, and the ghost formation in the cell can't trap her at all.

The Nuwa Spirit Cage was able to trap her, but after the Nuwa Spirit Cage threw her here, it disappeared.

“Auction to buy food!”

After the jailer finished speaking, he put the chain in his hand on Song Mang, but Song Mang used the joker card to freeze him in place.

"Why aren't you moving? Hurry up and tie her up and throw her back into the cell!"

Another jailer said.

"This is the food that General Shuai specifically requested to be auctioned in advance. It cannot be turned into minced meat!"

"I...I can't move!"

Seeing that his companion was not taking any action, the jailer took the chains and wanted to tie up Song Mang as well.

As a result, he couldn't move!
Song Mang glanced at them, then walked around them and headed towards the outside of the cell.

During this period, she also passed by many cells, most of which were filled with people.

These are all human players, each of them is in a very miserable state, and many of them are missing limbs.

But when the human players in the cells saw Song Mang coming out of the cells, there was no surprise on their faces. Instead, there was some sympathy on their faces.

"Hey, don't go any further!"

Someone reminded her.

"You can't escape. There's a meat grinder outside. If you go out now, you'll be minced into meat paste immediately."

Song Mang stopped and looked at the cells around him. He found that some of the cell doors were not locked, but the players inside did not run out. Instead, they had despaired expressions on their faces.

Song Mang walked a few more steps forward and looked towards the end of the passage, only to find that there was no strange guard there.

There are only two weird jailers in this place. Some cell doors are still open, but these people don't run away. I'm afraid there is something fishy at the exit.

Song Mang stood next to a stone pillar beside the passage for a while and did not leave directly from the exit.

After a while, she saw several more strange jailers appearing in the direction of the exit.

The jailers mysteriously forced two human players in, and those two human players were both cultivators.

When I came in, it was quite peaceful.

Until the jailers mysteriously escorted the players to the pillar where Song Mang was.

The spiritual power of the two players suddenly surged, and they took out their spiritual weapons at the same time and knocked the jailers away.

"Run! You must leave the arena. You will be safe once you leave here!"

"Damn Wang Shuo, he sold us to the weirdos as food! When we get out of here, we will make sure he dies without a burial place!"

After the two men knocked the jailer away, they quickly rushed out through the door they came from.

Seeing that there was no guard at the door, they did not take any precautions and just ran in.

But the moment they stepped over the threshold, the vermilion door of the passage suddenly changed.

A cold and damp air came out from the door, and the world outside the door turned blood red, with a lot of sticky liquid on the walls and the ground.

In addition, the threshold on the ground turned into a row of densely packed teeth, which directly tripped the two men.

There was a click.

Before the two human players could react, the door at the exit closed up and down like the mouth of a giant beast.

The door also made a chewing sound.

"Ugh! Pah!"

After a while, the door opened again, and a large pool of bloody flesh vomited out from the dark space. "I told you not to run, but you insisted on running. Now there's not even a complete body left! How stupid!"

The jailers who had just been knocked away were strange and slowly got up.

Those weird creatures took a shovel, scooped up the meat paste on the ground, put it into an iron bucket, and then left through the exit.

The exit door was restored to its original state.

When Song Mang saw this scene, she had no choice but to walk back. However, after taking a few steps, she met the two jailers who wanted to tie her up.

"Hey, you didn't turn into pulp?"

Jailer No. 1 looked at Song Mang in surprise, "I thought you were in such a hurry to leave that you'd already turned into meat paste. You were still thinking about making dumplings for dinner today."

"It's good that you didn't turn into minced meat!"

Jailer No. 2 said, "This woman is a high-end ingredient that will be auctioned off. If she turns into minced meat, how will we explain to the commander? Hurry up and tie her up!"

Song Mang frowned and said, "That cell is too dirty and messy. I don't want to live there. I want to live in the best cell here. You guys order me another cup of milk tea."

Jailer No.1: ???

Jailer No.2: ???

Jailer No. 1 said with a "Puh!" "Not only do you want to live in the best cell, but you also want to drink milk tea. Why don't you go to heaven? You should understand your own identity. You are just food! You are no different from the piglets raised in the pig pens of humans!"

There was a snap.

Song Mang threw 500,000 ghost money directly on his face, "So what? Make me a comfortable big bed. I haven't had a good sleep for a long time, and now is the perfect time to rest."

"...?"

Jailer No. 1 was about to go berserk when he discovered that the thing that hit him in the face was actually a huge ghost money with a face value of yuan!
Forget it!

There are actually dozens of these ghost money.

"Oh my god, what is this?"

Jailer No. 2 also saw it and was about to pick up all the paper money, but it was all snatched away by Jailer No. 1.

"These are for me!!! Mine!"

Jailer No. 1's eyes turned red, and he roared as he snatched back the large amounts of paper money.

Then he turned to look at Song Mang, with a flattering expression on his face, "Please wait a moment, I will ask someone to vacate the best cell!"

"Fuck, why did you take them all? This is 10,000 yuan a piece of ghost money, give me a few!"

Jailer No. 1 was about to take Song Mang to the best cell, but was stopped by his companions.

Because he collected all the paper money for the dead, his companions were very unhappy.

"I've seen dozens of them, that's hundreds of thousands. Do you have the nerve to take them all? Give me some! If you don't, I'll report you right away!"

"Go report it."

Jailer No. 1 said, "I just moved her to a better cell. This is within my authority and does not violate the cell rules!"

"you……!"

Jailer No. 2 was so angry that he jumped up and down.

When he thought of those ghost money, his heart bled!

Hundreds of thousands of ghost money!

It would take him hundreds of years to earn that much!

His eyes rolled around, and he quickly pulled Song Mang and said, "Sister, I have a great place here. It's not only clean and tidy, but also has a big bed, a super comfortable and clean three-piece suite, and a separate bathroom.

In addition, I can buy you milk tea and snacks, and ask my friends at the bar to send you a few male models to perform for you! What do you think? "

Another jailer's face changed slightly when he heard this, and he quickly said, "The place you mentioned is not inside the cell. That place is not allowed, absolutely not allowed! She cannot live there! This is against the rules!"

Song Mang coughed lightly and said, "I can't stand any hardship, so I really can't live in this place. How about this, if you can take me to a better room, I will give you one million each.

I will come back when they send me to the auction, and I promise not to cause you any trouble! How do you think? "