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

Chapter 279: Bar booth, ten male models serving together?
The two jailers were stunned and looked at her in disbelief. "How much did you say?"

"One million per person."

Song Mang also said, "Don't worry, I won't cause you any trouble. The castle administrator is so powerful, I don't want to leave him with nothing but bones and souls scattered!"

"Cough cough..."

The two guards looked at each other, and Guard No. 2 quickly said, "Look at this prisoner, she is so polite, completely different from the other prisoners. She will definitely do what she says."

Jailer No. 1 had originally opposed Song Mang leaving the cell, but now he couldn't help but say, "You have a point. This prisoner just wants to enjoy himself before the auction. What's wrong with that?"

There is a saying that goes, the dead are the greatest. In ancient times, when criminals were beheaded, they had to be given a good meal, and we should also meet her request. "

"Not bad!"

The two ghosts finally reached an agreement.

They glanced at the players in other cells not far away, and first tied Song Mang's hands symbolically.

Jailer No. 1 even yelled, "Stop running around, it will be your turn soon, follow us!"

The two jailers took Song Mang towards the exit. When they walked over the threshold, the gate did not change this time.

Song Mang observed the two jailers beside him and guessed that the fact that the gate did not change was related to them.

After walking out of the gate, two jailers took Song Mang to a dim passage.

Soon, a room next to the passage was lit up with a sign that read "Jailer's Office."

Once they entered the room, the two jailers untied the chains on Song Mang's hands.

"Miss Song."

Jailer No. 1 rubbed his hands and said, "You said one million per person, you can't play tricks on us."

Song Mang looked around the jailer's office. The room was very simple. He guessed that this place was not the high-class room that the jailer had mentioned.

She took out a large stack of ghost money and placed it on the table. "Here are two million ghost money. Count and divide them among yourselves."

"okay!"

The two jailers rushed to the table excitedly.

After they counted the paper money and confirmed that it was a real two million, they couldn't help but smile and wrinkled their faces.

"I'm rich, I'm rich! One million, I'm financially free now, I don't even need to work in this crappy class anymore!"

"I can pay off my debts! I still owe the casino a lot of money! This isn't food, it's clearly my God of Wealth!"

The two jailers looked at Song Mang with eyes that were so fawning and respectful that they wished they could sacrifice her on the spot.

Jailer No. 1 walked to a bookcase that was found to be worthless, opened the door, and revealed a secret passage behind the door.

"Miss Song, walk this way and you will be able to get to the castle's bar! Not only are there clean rooms there, but you can also watch performances every night. I'll order a few male models to serve you later!"

When Song Mang saw this narrow secret passage, he raised his eyebrows in surprise, "Oh, not bad, there is a secret passage. Does the castle administrator know about this secret passage? Will he catch me?"

"Don't worry, we won't catch you!"

Jailer No. 1 chuckled and said, "We carved this ourselves. If you get bored while on duty, you can go to the bar and relax. No one in charge will know."

Jailer No. 2 also said angrily, "What will happen if they find out? If they find out that we're slacking off on duty, they'll even dock our wages!"
My salary is already very low, and if I keep deducting money like this, I'll even owe the castle lord a lot!"

Song Mang walked into the secret passage and said as he walked, "It seems that the treatment here is not good. Why don't you quit and work somewhere else?" "What choice do we have?"

Two jailers also came in and sighed repeatedly.

"I got into this place to work for no apparent reason, and I can't get out. There are powerful monsters watching here, and if I don't work hard, I might die!

I never thought that I would be treated like a beast of burden all my life, and I would still be treated like a beast of burden after I die."

"That's right, Miss Song, we don't have the chance to spend the money you gave us, but we can live comfortably in this castle and bribe the administrator to do some easy and lucrative work.

Oh, by the way, we can also order takeout. Fortunately, the Weird APP is quite developed, and we can order anything. I heard from some rich people that the Weird APP can also buy luxury goods on behalf of others! "

When Song Mang heard the complaints of the two jailers, he couldn't help but narrow his eyes, and a hint of thought flashed in his eyes.

It seems that not all of the castle managers are willing to follow Lord Qin and disdain money.

Since Lord Qin treats them so poorly and these guys are so capable, they can only squeeze some money from other weirdos.

Song Mang thought about the situation before he was arrested.

If the owner of Nuwa's spirit cage hadn't suddenly appeared, she would have succeeded in poaching people!
Based on her current savings and the daily income from the live broadcast room, it would be easy for her to support these private soldiers!
The number of these private soldiers is not large, but their capabilities are stronger than the guards of the Ten Yin Marshals!

Song Mang had seen the guards around Day and Night Wandering God, but none of them had the powerful aura or murderous aura as this private army.

She guessed that every member of this private army was probably a general who had fought on the battlefield for many years in history, and they were most likely famous generals of the current dynasty, so they were so murderous!
What kind of weirdness could have gathered thousands of ancient famous generals and recruited them as private soldiers?
That’s fine, but it’s strange that these famous generals are taking such low pay and working here for love.

Song Mang thought about it and asked the two jailers directly, "Is this ancient castle the territory of Lord Qin? Which Lord Qin in history is this Lord Qin?"

The two jailers suddenly fell silent.

The dark passage was silent.

Seeing that they were still silent, Song Mang said, "Why don't you say anything? Isn't it convenient for you to tell me?"

“It’s a bit inconvenient indeed.”

Jailer No. 1 said, "However, Lord Qin likes to go to the bar in the castle the most. This bar was built at his request. If you are lucky, you may be able to see him then."

"Ok."

Song Mang didn't ask any more questions.

It seems that we have to find a way to figure out who this Lord Qin is and why the owner of the Nuwa Spirit Cage must follow him, so that we can think of a way to recruit this powerful private army.

Speaking of the King of Qin, Song Mang's first reaction was to think of Qin Shi Huang, but this place would definitely not have such a strange level of Qin Shi Huang.

Qin Shi Huang was destined to be an emperor during his lifetime. The ten great gods had been eyeing this special and strange fate from the very beginning, and there was no way he could appear in this place.

Perhaps the Qin Lord is another emperor of the Qin Dynasty?

Just as she thought of this, Song Mang found a jailer coming in front of her and opening a small door at the end of the secret passage.

There was some light outside and loud music.

Jailer No. 1 said to her, "Miss Song, I have already contacted the person in charge here and asked him to reserve a high-end booth by the swimming pool and arrange ten male models to serve you.

How about you have a drink and watch the show at the bar on the first floor first, and then go to the room on the third floor to rest later?"

The two jailers went out through the small door first, and Song Mang wanted to follow them, but she suddenly felt something pulling her clothes from behind!
A cold and icy aura enveloped her.