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

Chapter 473 Even if I am a sinner, it's better than you being dead.

After the note was torn off, Song Wenqi suddenly turned into a shattered stone statue. The cracks on the statue multiplied until it became a pile of small stones.

Wow!
All the pebbles fell onto the driver's seat.

"Is this...dead?"

Song Mang looked at the pebbles with confusion, never expecting this to be the result after tearing off the note.

She thought that tearing up the note would expose the person impersonating Song Wenqi.

Song Mang glanced at the note in his hand and saw the words "Chen Limei" written on it.

"She's Chen Limei? But why is she pretending to be my mother? Is this thing a human or a ghost?"

Song Mang thought of the note behind Qin Yang's neck, which had Qin Yang's name written on it.

The person impersonating Song Wenqi should be a player named Chen Limei, who may have previously entered the ten-star Divine Feed dungeon.

In other words, those who previously cleared the Ten-Star Divine Feed instance and re-enter the instance will become the NPCs in the current Divine Feed instance.

"Su Yun really guessed right."

Previously, when speculating about the purpose of the note in Jiang City, Song Mang thought it couldn't be something like a puppet talisman, since these players had all died outside the dungeon in their previous lives.

but now.

The God Feeding dungeon has undergone significant changes, which has also altered the function of the notes carried by players who have cleared it.

The player named Chen Limei was probably manipulated, which is why she became Song Wenqi and approached her.

"Are you trying to make me think I've gone back to the pre-apocalyptic world, so I'll give up the struggle?"

Song Mang scoffed softly before pushing open the car door and getting out.

As soon as Song Mang arrived at the company entrance, she ran into her boss from her past life, who looked at her reproachfully and said, "You're so late for your first internship. You really don't care about your work at all."

"Isn't there still a few minutes left?"

When the fake Song Wenqi said there were still five minutes left, only two minutes have passed since then.

"You should come early for your first internship, otherwise it shows you don't value this job. Fine, I won't argue with an ungrateful young person like you. Hurry up and go in and report for duty!"

As Song Mang passed by her boss, she noticed a note on the back of his neck.

However, the note did not have the boss's name on it.

This time, the name is Ji Ruifeng.

She was very familiar with this name; it belonged to the Chief of the Imperial City's Ghost Suppression Division.

It's also Zennin's father's name!
Song Mang stopped in her tracks and reached out to tear the note off Ji Ruifeng's neck.

"What do you want to do!"

Ji Ruifeng quickly noticed and moved two steps away from her.

Song Mang chuckled, "Chief Director, you have something on the back of your neck. I was just trying to help you get it off."

What could be behind my neck?
Ji Ruifeng subconsciously touched the back of his neck, but found nothing.

Sudden.

He remembered Song Mang's form of address and suddenly looked up at her, "You... you noticed?"

Ji Ruifeng's eyes widened in shock.

He took a picture of himself with his phone camera, only to find that he looked perfectly normal. This ghost card that could change its appearance was of the Yama level; even if Song Mang had a Yama-level ghost card in his hand, he still couldn't see through the illusion.

How did she figure that out?

Song Mang asked directly, "Why are you approaching me like this? What exactly do you want?"

Ji Ruifeng's expression changed before he said, "Since you've figured it out, I won't waste any more words with you. No one can leave this instance now."

Unless you take all the ghost money from the Heavenly Bank and give it to the creator of this temple replica, we humans might still have a glimmer of hope.

Song Mang scoffed, "Humanity needs a glimmer of hope, why should I hand over all the ghost money in my card? Why don't you just take out all the ghost money in your cards?"

"We don't have much ghost money in our account, the idol doesn't even look at us, he specifically asked for yours!"

Song Mang clicked her tongue lightly, "Last time when I entered the chain dungeon, I gave Bi Yuan Xingjun quite a lot of underworld coins, but she still felt it wasn't enough and wanted all my assets. She's really greedy."

"You have to give it whether you want to or not!"

Ji Ruifeng said.

“We approached you only to get you to voluntarily hand over all that ghost money. But if you don’t want to, the idol has many other ways to make you hand it over.”

Furthermore, it's not just Bi Yuan Xing Jun who's targeting your statue this time! Otherwise, why do you think the divine offerings have spread so quickly?
It's because the other idols also provided power, helping this dungeon grow into a temple dungeon, with the goal of trapping you and dividing up all your assets!
"If you hadn't come to the capital, that would be one thing, but since you're already here and can't get out anyway, you might as well hand over the ghost money and try to give humanity a chance to survive!"

Song Mang looked at him with amusement, "Voluntarily handing over what you have left to save your life, what do you call gaining a glimmer of hope? This is called giving away your own life!"
"Do you believe that the moment I hand out the ghost money, every player in the temple dungeon will die? You're the Chief Commander of the Ghost Suppression Division, how can you still be so naive!"

Ji Ruifeng wasn't naive; it's just that he wasn't the one who needed to give out the ghost money, so it's easy for him to talk when he's not the one in the situation!
Besides, Song Mang would bear all the losses, but he would get a chance to leave with a very slim chance. Why wouldn't he give it a try?
It's better than waiting to die!
Ji Ruifeng's face was gloomy. After a long time, he said, "It's all because of you that those statues joined forces to plot against the capital and caused such a calamity to befall it!"
"If you hadn't destroyed so many instances, and if the idols hadn't coveted so much ghost money, they would never have teamed up to create these instances. You should have saved the capital!"

"What if I don't save them?"

"Then you are a sinner!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Song Mang noticed that everyone on the street stopped and turned to look at her.

Each of those people had a note stuck to the back of their neck, indicating that they were not the monsters in the dungeon, but rather players from the capital city who had entered the Divine Feeding dungeon.

Those players are all ranked extremely high on the national leaderboard, and are among the most capable players.

If all these people die in the instance, the number of human experts will be greatly reduced.

Ji Ruifeng looked coldly at Song Mang and said, "Today, you either hand over all the underworld currency and let those gods leave the capital!"

"Either we, the Ghost Suppression Division, will cleanse our ranks and eliminate you, this sinner!"

A strong killing intent emanated from everyone, and their eyes were filled with hostility as they looked at Song Mang.

These people have all forgotten that Song Mang is their fellow human, and they have also forgotten that Song Mang has been working hard to destroy the dungeons and restore a true pure land for humanity.

Song Mang looked at them coldly and said, "I am a sinner, but that's better than you being dead. Even if the dungeon is gone, you wouldn't be alive anyway, you know?"

"You've already become a puppet of the idol, what's the point of shouting and fighting? You might as well go and give your last words to your family."

Everyone's expressions changed.

"We're all standing here perfectly fine, how could we possibly die? As long as you hand over the ghost money, we can all live!"

Someone shouted.

next second.

Song Mang appeared silently behind him and tore off the note around his neck.

(End of this chapter)